After hearing this, Song Yuli looked at Wang Guiqin with some confusion.
"Grandma, why are you asking such a strange question? I'm pregnant with his child, and he's willing to take responsibility and marry me. Isn't that wonderful?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Guiqin immediately became angry: "Good? Good my ass! I'm asking you, where is he from?"
Song Yuli: "The capital city."
Wang Guiqin: "You know he's from Beijing, but do you know how far Beijing is from our City B? Have you ever been to his home in Beijing? Have you met his parents? I've already asked your uncle, and there's a nine-year age gap between you and him, nine years! What if he's already married and has children? What will you do then?"
Wang Guiqin became increasingly angry as she spoke, and gradually, her eyes turned red.
Looking at her bewildered granddaughter, Wang Guiqin thought of her own innocent and naive little daughter from years ago.
When she learned that her youngest daughter was pregnant out of wedlock, she was not angry at her daughter's naivety; she only secretly resented her daughter's indulgence.
Song Yuli pursed his lips and looked at Wang Guiqin with a determined expression, saying, "Grandma, I know what you mean. You're just afraid I'll be deceived. But Grandma, I believe in him, and I assure you, he won't deceive me."
Song Yuli had a bitter pill to swallow, but she dared not reveal Nangong Yu's identity directly, because not only her grandmother, but even her uncle would probably disagree.
It's not that they hate the rich, but that they feel inferior.
In their minds, families like theirs are only suited to find a family that is equal to them, so that they will not be mistreated or bullied in the future.
Looking at her unusually determined granddaughter, Wang Guiqin immediately thought of her youngest daughter.
The youngest daughter had made the same promise to herself back then, saying that the man wouldn't lie to her and that he would definitely come back to her and take responsibility for her. But what happened in the end?
Her youngest daughter gave birth to her granddaughter all alone, and then died all alone.
Whenever she thinks about the past, Wang Guiqin feels a pang of heartache.
Looking at Wang Guiqin's pale face, Song Yu felt a pang of worry: "Grandma."
Wang Guiqin stopped Song Yuli's hand as he reached out to help her, and said wearily, "I'm tired, you can go out first."
After saying that, he lay down on the bed fully clothed.
Upon seeing this, Song Yuli pursed his lips, then took a blanket and covered Wang Guiqin with it.
As she was leaving, she said firmly once again, "Grandma, I'm not like Mom."
Upon hearing these words, a tear rolled down Wang Guiqin's cheek.
As Song Yuli gently closed the door, he looked up and saw Song Demin and Nangong Yu standing in the courtyard.
Upon seeing Song Yuli, Nangong Yu walked directly to her side and softly asked, "Are you tired? Do you want to take a nap?"
Song Yuli smiled gently at him: "It's okay, I'm not sleepy for now."
Watching the two interact, Song Demin reaffirmed his inner thoughts.
"Alright, Ali, you and Ayu have been traveling for several hours. Go upstairs and rest for a while. Your room has been prepared. I'll call you when it's time for dinner."
Just as Song Yuli was about to shake her head in refusal, Nangong Yu took her hand, nodded to Song Demin at the building, and then pulled Song Yuli upstairs.
Looking at the clean and tidy room, Song Yu felt a deep sense of emotion welling up inside him.
Her grandmother is always sharp-tongued but kind-hearted.
Seeing Song Yuli standing blankly in front of the wardrobe, Nangong Yu hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.
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