"Brother!"
Tang Changfeng couldn't help but want to share the good news with his eldest brother, but he thought that the people in the hotel were too arrogant and if people knew that his younger sister had biological parents in Xiangjiang, there might be trouble.
The mainland is now very strict about overseas relations. They are fine, but the little girl will get into trouble.
Tang Changfeng, who never liked to use his brain, thought a lot at this moment. Instead of shouting it out loud, he whispered the good news in Tang Changchuan's ear.
Tang Changchuan's expression became excited and he looked directly at Tang Niannian, his lips trembled slightly and there were tears in his eyes.
She is indeed the younger sister.
More beautiful than when I was a child.
"Changfeng, ask your new friend to sit in our room for a while and introduce him to your parents."
Tang Changchuan suppressed his excitement and his tone was very calm. Only if you listen carefully can you hear the trembling in his voice.
"I was also thinking of visiting my uncle and aunt."
Tang Niannian smiled slightly and followed Brother Tang Changchuan to their room.
"Wait a moment!"
Zhao Fanghua called out to them, her eyes slightly moist. The more she looked at Tang Changchuan, the more she felt like a son, and she couldn't help but want to ask.
"Ma'am, what's the matter?"
Tang Changchuan stopped, and then he noticed Zhao Fanghua and saw her face clearly, and his expression changed involuntarily.
This graceful lady looked very much like the woman in a photo collected by his father. The woman was very young, wearing a cheongsam and a pearl necklace. She was very beautiful and had a baby in her arms.
His father did not say who this woman was, but Tang Changchuan guessed that it was his grandmother.
He knew from a very young age that his father was the bastard of the Tang family, not his wife, so after his grandfather passed away, Mrs. Dafang did not take the family abroad, but stayed in Shanghai.
But his father never said the reason why grandma left the Tang family. Tang Changchuan asked him once, but his father didn't say anything and only asked him not to mention it again in the future.
The more Tang Changchuan looked at Zhao Fanghua, the more he felt like his grandmother, but he wasn't sure.
"Excuse me, what is your father's name?" Zhao Fanghua spoke in Shanghai dialect.
"Father Tang Jinglin."
Tang Changchuan replied respectfully, he was already 70% to 80% sure.
He can speak Shanghainese dialect, looks so similar, and is about the same age, so it should be fine if nothing unexpected happens.
During this trip to the interior, their family was finally reunited.
Zhao Fanghua swayed, looking happy but a little guilty, with tears flashing in his eyes. He looked at Tang Changchuan, Tang Changfeng, and Tang Niannian.
They are all her grandchildren!
Sure enough, it was a blood relationship. When she first saw these three children, she felt very close to them. God had already mentioned them to her.
"I...I am you..."
Zhao Fanghua trembled, wanting to tell them that she was a grandmother, but the words came to her lips but she couldn't. She had never raised a son, let alone held grandchildren, so what qualifications did she have to recognize them?
"Changchuan, what are you doing standing here? Is Changfeng back?"
Tang Jinglin came out and saw his eldest son standing in the corridor, as if talking to someone.
As he spoke, he approached. The light in the corridor was a little dark. He didn't see Zhao Fanghua or Tang Niannian clearly. He just felt two fiery gazes that he couldn't ignore.
"Jinglin!"
Zhao Fanghua trembled and leaned half of her body on Sister Cui. She was so excited that her body couldn't bear it.
"Miss, you can't get excited!"
Sister Cui supported her and sounded anxious.
Tang Niannian has now somewhat sorted out this messy relationship. That fashionable and beautiful old lady should be the one who breastfeeds her, as expected.
Moreover, she was not in good health, as if she was seriously ill.
Tang Jinglin finally saw Zhao Fanghua, his expression changed drastically, and he turned around to leave.
"Jing Lin, I'm Mom!"
Zhao Fanghua cried and cried. She did not expect that her son's first reaction when seeing her was to turn around.
"Ma'am, please don't talk nonsense. My mother has died of illness."
Tang Jinglin turned around with an ugly expression. Although his words were unpleasant, he did not dare to look at Zhao Fanghua.
He was afraid that one more look would make him soft-hearted.
Over the years, he has missed his mother all the time. When he was a child, his father told him that his mother longed for freedom and abandoned him to live a free life abroad. He hated his mother.
Is freedom that important?
Is it important enough to abandon your husband and son?
Zhao Fanghua leaned against Sister Cui and cried sadly. She had fantasized about meeting her son countless times, but she never expected that her son would disown her.
It's all her fault, not her son's fault.
"Come into the room and talk!"
Tang Niannian spoke out. There were many people poking their heads in the corridor, making it difficult to talk.
"Yes, yes, let's talk after entering the house."
Tang Changfeng hurriedly agreed. He had a good impression of Zhao Fanghua. If he could be his grandmother, he would be very happy.
But it doesn't matter what he says, it only needs his father's consent.
Moreover, it seems that my father has resentment towards grandma and does not want to recognize her.
Only then did Tang Jinglin see Tang Niannian, and his heavy heart turned into joy. He was full of things to say, but he didn't know where to start.
"Dad, come in the house!"
Tang Changchuan persuaded, and Tang Jinglin came back to his senses and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, let's talk after we enter the room!"
His eyes were always glued to Tang Niannian and he couldn't bear to look away for a second. His daughter had grown so big and was still so beautiful. Mr. Tang Qingshan had lived up to his trust and raised his daughter extremely well.
Mr. Hans had the good sense to go back to his room; it was not convenient for him to be present at such a chore.
Everyone entered the room of Tang Jinglin and his wife. Mu Xiulian was lying on the bed to rest. Her headache came back again.
"Xiulian, Nian Nian is here!"
As soon as Tang Jinglin entered the room, he happily told his wife the good news.
Mu Xiulian, who was lying sickly, suddenly became energetic and sat up. After seeing Tang Niannian, she got out of bed as light as a swallow and went straight to her daughter.
"Nian Nian, I am Mom!"
Mu Xiulian held her daughter's hand tightly with tears streaming down her face.
"Nian Nian, I am the eldest brother!"
"I'm your second brother!"
Brother Tang Changchuan introduced himself, his eyes red.
"The message Du Yilun brought?" Tang Niannian asked.
"Yes, he is very good now and lives at his uncle's house." Tang Jinglin said with a smile.
Tang Niannian nodded, looked at Zhao Fanghua, and said, "Why don't you deal with her matter first? I'm not in a hurry."
She had to make sure whether it was her breastmilk. If so, she could give her some spiritual springs to save her breastmilk's life.
"Is your name Nian Nian? I am your grandma."
Zhao Fanghua has regained her composure. Now she does not ask her son to forgive her, she just wants to hand over her property to her grandchildren.
In the last days of her life, she could see her son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren, and she had no regrets.
"Your son and I have just met each other and are not familiar with each other." Tang Niannian told the truth.
So she would not get involved in the matter between Tang Jinglin's mother and son.
