Jiang Nuan hadn't expected that her trip to Mo Du this time would yield such great rewards.
"Nuan Nuan, you speak," the old man said, his voice laced with paternal affection. He felt deeply guilty towards this granddaughter, regretting that he hadn't been there for her earlier, missing six years of her life.
When Wen Jun passed away, he was abroad, attending to business.
Arriving at Wen Jun's grave, he was consumed by regret. What was the point of having so much money? Wen Jun didn't need it. The only solace was that she never refused his gifts, accepting them as long as they weren't overly expensive.
Then she would smile and say, "Thank you, you've spent too much. Take better care of yourself, don't always think of me. I'm just one person, I don't need much." Hearing those words filled his heart with both guilt and happiness.
He had told her, "Wen Jun, as long as you need me, I will always be by your side." They would sometimes go out for walks together to ease their longing. However, when Wen Jun truly needed him, he wasn't there.
"Grandpa, you mentioned last time that Grandma would be coming to Mo Du in a while. I visited the Lu family yesterday, and the old Mrs. Lu recognized me when she saw me."
"She said my Grandma showed her my photos, and the old Mrs. also mentioned you. Grandpa, Grandma still loves you the most."
"Haha..." Hearing this, the usually silent old man couldn't help but laugh heartily, his laughter filled with deep affection.
"Nuan Nuan, I've always known that if I hadn't lost your father, we would have been a very happy family." This was a pain that would forever be etched in his heart.
"Grandpa, the Lu family has three sons. Lu Chengsi is the most outstanding in appearance among the Lu family. I've checked the other two; their looks are very ordinary. Only Lu Chengsi has an outstanding appearance and is very capable, and he also resembles you, Grandpa."
"Oh!" The old man's entire body tensed.
"Is that so?" He had been low-key in Mo Du all these years, and he wasn't familiar with the people from these prominent families.
"Grandpa, I will visit the old Mrs. again. This time, I'll get a hair sample from Lu Chengsi for a DNA comparison with you. We shouldn't let go of even a sliver of hope." If Grandpa couldn't find his father in this lifetime, he would die with regrets. She was determined to find her father.
"Good! Nuan Nuan, Grandpa never even considered this possibility. This time, I hope our intuition is correct." The old man's eyes welled up with tears. Thinking of that little person, he felt guilty and heartbroken. Every time he thought of it, his heart ached intensely.
Jiang Nuan held his hand and smiled, "Grandpa, we will find him."
"Yes!" The old man nodded with a smile. He had that feeling, that when fate allowed, they would find him.
Rong Yin returned to the Rong family's old estate, a grand and luxurious mansion that seemed to stretch endlessly. This was the Rong family's ancestral home, with its European style exuding opulence everywhere.
The moment Rong Yin walked in, the teacup in the hand of the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa flew towards him. Rong Yin slightly turned his head and dodged it, flashing a roguish smile. This old man's temper was as bad as ever. He resorted to violence before even speaking!
*Bang...* The teacup shattered against the wall, the fine porcelain instantly breaking into pieces.
"Rong Sheng, are you crazy? If you break my son's beautiful face, can you afford to compensate?" Feng Lifeng looked at her son with concern, glaring at her husband. Feng Lifeng, in her fifties, was still graceful. She wore a black hollow-out pearl dress, elegant and dignified. She was well-maintained, appearing to be in her thirties, exuding nobility and wealth, possessing the perfect charm and mature allure of her age.
Rong Yin: "..." This was the second time he had heard this idiom today.
"Mom? What do you mean 'beautiful,' I'm a handsome man. What does that have to do with a beautiful young lady?" Rong Yin was very unhappy, extremely unhappy.
"Oh, if you wore women's clothes, those men would fall at your feet."
Rong Yin: "..." Thanks, but no thanks. In his childhood, this woman he loved most had indeed dressed him in women's clothes, a beautiful Snow White dress, no less. Those photos were his embarrassing history, but unfortunately, his mother kept them well hidden, and he could never find them.
"Come here, apologize to your elder brother?" Rong Sheng had deep, handsome features and an imposing aura that commanded respect. Especially with the commanding presence he carried from the business world, people felt even more awe-inspired.
Rong Yin glanced at Rong Yao, who was basking in self-satisfaction, finding it amusing. "I say, are you injured? Why are you playing the victim here and accusing first?"
Rong Yao looked aggrieved. "Xiao Yin, I was beaten by you, and now you speak like this? What you're saying is completely untrue. You're my brother, how could I possibly do something like that to you?"
"Is that so?" Rong Yin narrowed his eyes, looking at him. This annoying brat had made his life difficult every single day since childhood.
"I will not apologize." His gaze suddenly became sharp. "You... are not worthy!"
"Rong Yin." Rong Sheng stood up, walked over, and *smack*... delivered a fierce slap to Rong Yin's face. Rong Yin could have dodged it, but he didn't. This slap was necessary to quell his father's anger.
"Heh heh..." Rong Yin flashed a wicked smile, his unrestrained aura becoming more evident. The coldness in his peach blossom eyes was like an eternal ice mountain brewing a storm.
"Dad, I'm not like that annoying brat who doesn't dare to admit his own actions." Rong Sheng's slap was heavy. Rong Yin spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Rong Yao, who wore a gloating smile. Rong Yin smiled back.
"You're satisfied with this outcome, but I'm not. The people who tried to assassinate me have escaped, but you will try again because you won't let me go. I know your personality very well."
"Next time, you won't be as lucky as last time. I will gather evidence and send you to jail." Rong Yin finished speaking, and without looking at Rong Yao's displeased expression, he stood up to leave.
Feng Lifeng was not as impulsive as her husband. Her younger son was also very outstanding, even more so than her elder son. He had earned a lot of money on his own over the years, never relying on the family. Her husband was so angry because he never managed the family business. The elder son was not suited for business but insisted on meddling. He had ruined several recent collaborations. In contrast, the younger son had signed a contract with Vicky; this signing was crucial.
"Rong Yao, tell me honestly, did you lay a hand on your brother?"
"You two brothers have always been at odds, but I will not tolerate you harming each other." Feng Lifeng's expression was grim. Rong Yin was grateful for his mother's protection. He smiled and said coyly, "Mom, thank you. You love me the most, unlike some people who hit others without distinguishing right from wrong, only listening to one side of the story."
Rong Sheng: "..." Where was he distinguishing right from wrong? Rong Yao returned with a swollen face; he had witnessed it himself. How could he be impartial?