She ran to the door, opened the villa gate, and rushed straight towards Qing Kangyu.
Qiao Ziqian followed behind, "Slow down, be careful."
He also saw Qing Kangyu, but Qiao Ziqian was more worried about Old Madam Qing.
The elderly woman, already in poor health, was now trotting towards Qing Kangyu. Hearing her joyful voice, Qiao Ziqian felt that Qing Kangyu was unworthy of being a son.
"Hahaha, son, you're finally back."
Old Madam Qing walked up to Qing Kangyu, pulled him into a hug, and was as happy as a child.
Then she let go of him, looking him up and down, left and right, front and back. Suddenly, she cupped his cheeks, turned his face to the side, then back, and pouted with a frown, "I haven't seen you in days, and you've grown so much. No, why do you look a little old? You don't take after me or your father; you're growing up too fast."
Her look of disdain was both endearing and heartbreaking.
Qing Kangyu instinctively resisted Old Madam Qing's actions, yet he couldn't bear to push her away.
He stared blankly at Old Madam Qing, not speaking. Old Madam Qing mumbled to herself, "Heh heh, no matter what, it's good that you're back, good that you're back. Come, go home with Mom, your dad misses you dearly."
Without waiting for a reply, Old Madam Qing tugged at Qing Kangyu's hand and pulled him towards the villa. "Old man, old man, come and see, our son is back. Old man?"
After a few steps, Old Madam Qing stopped and tilted her head to survey the villa, then sheepishly scratched her hair, "That's not right, this isn't our house."
As if she genuinely couldn't recall where they were, Old Madam Qing turned to look at Qing Kangyu, "Son, where is this place? Why can't I remember where our home is?"
Seeing this, Qing Kangyu froze, a strong sense of guilt washing over him.
His gaze remained fixed on Old Madam Qing. Finally, he stepped forward and embraced her tightly.
Yes, he missed her.
A son missed his mother.
"Oh, you rascal, let go of me quickly." Old Madam Qing swatted Qing Kangyu on the head, pushed him away with a huff, and then held his hand, "Mom hasn't been here, I can't find our home. Come, let's go home quickly."
Her aged hand enveloped Qing Kangyu's, and she led him outwards.
Qing Kangyu didn't struggle, allowing Old Madam Qing to hold his hand as they walked forward.
Looking at his mother's increasingly stooped figure, Qing Kangyu's mind was filled with her youthful, delicate, and beautiful appearance.
At this moment, Qing Kangyu seemed to have forgotten the purpose of his visit to Qin Xin Ju.
The driver stood aside, stunned, silent for a long time.
Upon seeing Qiao Ziqian emerge, he quickly bowed, "Greetings, Young Master."
Qiao Ziqian, dressed in a black leather jacket with a black knit sweater underneath, stood tall and imposing before the driver, his expression cold as he said, "What is he doing here?"
"Madam knew you were at Qin Xin Ju, so she asked the Master to come pick you up."
The driver replied truthfully.
Qiao Ziqian was silent for a moment, his sharp eyebrows furrowed. He said in a low voice, "Let him go. I don't want to go back." With that, he turned and walked towards the villa's courtyard.
After a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the driver, "Tell him I've recovered my memory."
The driver: "..."
From when Qiao Ziqian had first approached him to speak, he had clearly felt that his young master was lucid. He had been wondering if he had recovered his memory.
But now, hearing him admit it himself, the driver found it incredible.