Meng Qingluan didn't see the shock in her eyes and thought she was going to call her over to thank her, so she quickly declined.
"No need to thank me, you should give him his medicine quickly, he looks very uncomfortable."
"..."
After Meng Qingluan finished speaking, there was no reply for a long time, and the woman still stood there in a daze.
Meng Qingluan felt bewildered, but then she thought about it...
When there is a death in the family, it is understandable that one might be a little slow to react due to the grief of losing a loved one.
Meng Qingluan ignored the woman's reaction and turned to get into the carriage to leave.
When the woman saw her turn around, her previously confused look was instantly replaced by understanding, and her expression changed.
Without saying a word, she shook off the maids who were supporting her and strode towards Meng Qingluan, completely losing her composure, until she grabbed Meng Qingluan's arm and stopped.
Meng Qingluan was grabbed by the arm and turned to look at the woman in surprise.
"What's wrong?"
Did they discover that she had hit her precious son?
Yingbang and Meiyuan became alert and immediately stood in front of Meng Qingluan, with Meiyuan's hand already gripping her arm.
"Let go of my wife."
Dollar warned, tightening his grip, determined to force the woman to let go.
Despite the pain, the woman stubbornly refused to let go, ignoring the warning from the US dollar, and continued to gaze at Meng Qingluan.
His eyes were red-rimmed, and his gaze lingered on Meng Qingluan's face, not wanting to miss a single detail.
"Luanluan?" the woman suddenly called out.
"Who are you?"
Meng Qingluan was puzzled. How did she know her name?
She couldn't find any information about this woman in the original owner's memories. Could she be a creditor from before...?
"Your name is Meng Qingluan, right? You live in Shishui Village, Nanyang County."
The woman accurately stated Meng Qingluan's detailed home address.
"yes……"
Who opened the account for her?
Meng Qingluan swallowed hard, but still answered.
She's now afraid that this woman will reveal the location of the mole on her buttocks.
The woman covered her mouth, her eyes gazing warmly at Meng Qingluan, tears welling up in her eyes and wetting her eyelashes, like the shimmering surface of a lake after a spring rain.
"..."
Meng Qingluan suddenly had a very bold idea.
"Madam, what are you doing?"
A rough and weary voice came from inside, and Meng Qingluan and the woman both turned their gazes toward the newcomer.
The woman was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes, and she choked up, unable to utter a coherent sentence. She managed to piece together a reply to the man, albeit haltingly.
"He's not dead...we've found him..."
"..."
The man was initially stunned, but after carefully considering the meaning behind the woman's words, he was taken aback, and his eyes also uncontrollably reddened as he looked at Meng Qingluan.
Meng Qingluan: "..."
Can't you just tell her what happened first?
While Meng Qingluan was completely bewildered, the woman suddenly tilted her head back and fainted.
If it weren't for Dollar standing behind her, grabbing her shoulder and catching the woman before she fell to the ground...
I'm afraid there will be two funerals in their family today.
…
Meng Qingluan sat on a chair in the hall, picked up her teacup and took a sip of tea, trying her best to ignore the burning gaze from across the room.
The man's eyes were filled with such tenderness that they almost overflowed, and tears welled up in his eyes. He quickly raised his sleeve to wipe them away.
Just as he was about to speak, the maid who was guarding the woman's room walked into the main hall.
"Master, the madam has woken up and wants to see this young lady."
The man nodded hurriedly and turned to look at Meng Qingluan.
"Luanluan, are you going to see her?"
Meng Qingluan felt embarrassed, but not wanting to upset the patient, she nodded and followed the maid into the woman's room.
The woman sat up straight as soon as she heard the door open, threw off the covers, and was about to jump out of bed.
The maidservant standing by tried to stop her, but all she got in return was her desperate struggle.
Meng Qingluan stepped forward and advised, "You are still very weak. You should talk about it while lying in bed."
The woman lay back in bed and waved her hand to dismiss all the servants.
For a moment, only the two of them remained in the room.
The woman raised her hand tremblingly, hovering it over Meng Qingluan's collarbone, then seemed to realize something was amiss and lowered her hand.
Meng Qingluan lowered her eyes to look at her collarbone.
"May I see your neck?" the woman asked cautiously.
Meng Qingluan had already guessed what was going on. She sat down next to her, loosened her collar a little, and revealed some of her collarbone below her neck.
The woman's gaze immediately locked onto her collarbone, and upon seeing the tiny black mole...
Tears streamed down her face.
The woman was in tears, and to prevent herself from crying out loud, she covered her mouth with both hands with all her might.
Unable to contain his emotions any longer, he wrapped his arms around Meng Qingluan's shoulders and pulled her into his embrace.
"Luanluan, you are my Luanluan!"
The woman called out again and again, tears streaming down her cheeks and falling onto Meng Qingluan's clothes.
Meng Qingluan was at a loss. Even though she had already guessed the answer, she was still momentarily bewildered.
A joy that wasn't truly mine began to quietly spread within me...
The woman hugged Meng Qingluan for a while, then reluctantly let go of her shoulders, looking at her face with loving eyes.
"do you remember me?"
"I don't remember," Meng Qingluan shook her head.
Meng Qingluan remained noncommittal; she had deliberately uttered those words out of spite…
She could not forgive the couple for leaving the original owner alone in a remote village for decades.
If they really died, she could at least find some comfort for the original owner of this body.
But they didn't. Not only did they not encounter any accidents, they are still alive and well.
They had a home in the capital, a large and impressive one, completely different from the dilapidated mud-brick house where the original owner lived.
They also have a child, and the family of three lives happily together.
The original owner lived alone at home and was very lonely.
I wonder if, during those decades of solitude, every Spring Festival when families are decorated with lanterns and gather together in celebration, she ever thinks of them.
None of that matters anymore.
Because she died, her parents are living well.
The woman was so engrossed in the joy of their reunion that she didn't notice the coldness in Meng Qingluan's tone and continued to shower her with concern.
Are your uncle and aunt good to you?
"not good."
"Didn't they treat you well? Your father and I gave them plenty of money before we left, and we even left you a few pigs."
"No, they pocketed the money, sold the pigs, and left me with two sick pigs."
"...Have you been doing well all these years on your own? Have you suffered any injustices?"
Meng Qingluan stood up; she couldn't stand these trivial questions anymore, she was thoroughly annoyed.
The woman was surprised that she would stand up, and for a moment she looked up at her blankly.
Meng Qingluan took a deep breath, trying to make her tone calm and composed.
"I've had a very difficult time these past few years on my own. You don't need to ask any other questions, just know this much. If there's nothing else, I'll head back now. You should get some rest."
Meng Qingluan turned around and left the room without looking back.
The woman was stunned for a moment, then her body went limp as she threw off the covers and ran off the bed, following behind Meng Qingluan, trying to call out to her to explain.
Hearing the sound of running behind her, Meng Qingluan lifted her skirt and started running too.
She ran into the hall, bumped into a chair, and fell to the ground.
"ah……"
Meng Qingluan stopped when she heard her cry of pain.
The woman had been helped up by the man, and both of them looked at her with tears in their eyes.
"Luanluan, I'm sorry, please let your mother explain."
Meng Qingluan's expression was indifferent. "What's there to explain? Even if I explained, would that change the fact that you abandoned me alone for ten years?"
The man who had been silent spoke up.
"Child, your mother and I have our reasons..."
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