"Ah, you dead child, you’ve finally come back." Madam Rong pounded Rong Yan forcefully.
Well! That blow scattered Rong Yan’s emotions in an instant.
She cried and laughed, indeed, this familiar technique, this familiar formula... there was no doubt it was her own mother.
You see, her patrician father from a wealthy family, her own mother, on the other hand, was like the true daughter from those tales of genuine and counterfeit rich heirs, raised from childhood in the common streets.
Her parents’ story was the classic romance of a rich girl from a humble background and a nobleman... Only a pity that their love did not last forever.
"What’s there to cry about; I’m not dead, but your dad’s about to kick the bucket, hurry inside..." Her tone wasn’t nice, but her hand was earnestly honest.
She had already taken the two large parcels from Rong Yan.
Rong Yan was quite looking forward to seeing her dad, would it be that dad?
Her steps quickened, but after only two or three steps,
She suddenly remembered something... She had left Qin Yu behind.
She turned around quickly, "Qin Yu, what are you dazing about for, hurry up and come inside."
Her shout caught the attention of Madam Rong, who then noticed the little boy at the door.
Shock filled her eyes, and she was quite startled.
What’s with the young lad? "Yan, who, who is this?" Such a grown child... doesn’t seem like the kind her daughter would’ve produced!
Then, she suddenly recalled what that Ye family boy had said a few days ago, her daughter found a son-in-law for her in the countryside.
Could it be a stepson?
Madam Rong felt like she was going to faint.
The stepson was already so big... About ten years old or so, right?
How old would that man be?
She might as well be struck by lightning.
And to bring him over, really, you little aggravator, instead of bringing the man back for a look, why bring the stepson?
Her blood pressure kept rising.
"Mom, this is my uncle, his name is Qin Yu." Rong Yan looked towards Qin Yu, "Come over and greet her."
Qin Yu stepped forward shyly, "Hello, respected mother-in-law."
Hearing this term, the corner of Rong Yan’s mouth twitched.
Madam Rong: ...
She was not okay.
Although this was not a stepson, it further confirmed that her daughter had really got married in the countryside... without their consent.
Oh dear, her cabbage had been dug up by a pig; upon their return... would Old Rong be so angry that he’ll simply walk away?
Rong Yan patted his back, "What respected mother-in-law? You should call her aunt."
Qin Yu took to this naturally, "Hello, Aunt."
"...Ah, hello." Even if Madam Rong felt upset inside, she could not show it to this child right before her.
She forced a smile, "Don’t just stand there, come inside and we’ll talk."
After saying this, she gave her daughter a sidelong glare... she’s going to get it later.
Rong Yan took the things from Qin Yu’s hands, gesturing for him to follow.
The three of them went into the house together.
Inside the house was brightly lit, the lights were on.
This was something Qin Yu had never seen before.
He held himself with composure, trying not to appear inexperienced and rustic.
He had to earn face for his brother.
"Are you hungry from the train ride? I’ll go make us something to eat..."
Having gotten a good look at the young boy’s face, Madam Rong breathed a sigh of relief.
This boy was quite handsome; if from the same parents... his brother probably wouldn’t be too far off.
"No need, we’ve already eaten on the train, we’re not hungry now, I’m going to see my dad!" No need for a familiar feeling, she accepted this mom without any barriers.
So right now, she wanted even more to see her dad who was already in heaven... to find out if he was the same one.

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