Old Mrs. Zhuang was choked with sobs; ever since she learned of Ah Ning’s death, her tears had been unceasing.
But nothing was more distressing than hearing about it from Mu Yan herself.
Mu Yan’s suppressed tears fell again. She held onto Old Mrs. Zhuang’s arm, trying to comfort her, "Grandma, don’t be sad."
Old Mrs. Zhuang blad herself, "It’s all my fault. If I had known Ah Ning and you were having such a hard ti, I would have risked everything to find you."
The more Mu Yan listened, the more she felt sorrowful. She cried, "No, Grandma, it isn’t your fault. It’s mine. If I hadn’t made that unreasonable request, Mom wouldn’t have gone to work there, wouldn’t have died."
The grandmother and granddaughter held each other, unable to stop crying.
Jiang Jingheng frowned slightly, his eyes full of concern as he watched Mu Yan. He wanted to stop them but didn’t know how.
This scene fell into Mr. Zhuang’s eyes. If he was still pretending at this mont, then his acting was too amazing.
He withdrew his gaze, looked at Old Mrs. Zhuang and Mu Yan beside him, and said with a serious face, "Alright, it’s Nuannuan’s joyous hocoming, crying doesn’t suit the occasion."
Old Mrs. Zhuang instantly stopped crying upon hearing this.
The old man was right; today wasn’t a day for tears as it would bring bad luck to their granddaughter.
She sniffled, looked at Mu Yan, and said, "Good granddaughter, don’t cry, Grandma won’t cry either."
Mu Yan looked at her, holding back her tears, and nodded.
Seeing this face so similar to Ah Ning’s, Old Mrs. Zhuang’s sorrow grew even more.
Her gaze suddenly turned to Zhuang Shaoyang, and she coldly scolded, "It’s all your fault, you jerk!"
Zhuang Shaoyang hung his head, not daring to retort.
Mu Yan glanced at him, then looked away, her expression extrely indifferent.
Jiang Jingheng took a tissue to wipe her tears; she lowered her head, leaning towards him, making their closeness and distance evident.
Mrs. Zhuang hated her second son’s disgraceful act back then, but how could there be a lasting grudge between a father and daughter?
Since the granddaughter entered the house, she hadn’t seen her give her father a glance; the father-daughter relationship was obviously very stiff.
She sighed and said, "Nuannuan, your dad knows he’s wrong. For Grandma’s sake, will you forgive him? You used to cling to him a lot when you were little."
Zhuang Shaoyang imdiately looked at Mu Yan with eyes full of hope when he heard this.
He hadn’t heard his daughter call him Dad in a long ti; throughout these past ten-plus years, he could only hear it in his dreams, and when he woke up, he was left with disappointnt.
Mu Yan closed her eyes, then looked at Old Mrs. Zhuang and smiled, "I don’t rember things from when I was little, but there was indeed a father who treated very well, took care of and my mom, and always put us first."
Only then did everyone rember Ah Ning’s remarriage.
Zhuang Shaoyang felt as if he were dealt a heavy blow, his face turned pale, not only because his daughter didn’t recognize him but also because Ah Ning had another man in her life during the days without him.
Did her easy marriage an she was desperate with him?!
Thinking of his daughter calling soone else dad over the years, he was both angry and regretful.
Even if Ah Ning was wrong, he could forgive her. After all, he truly didn’t want to lose her.
Old Mrs. Zhuang opened her mouth to say sothing, but looking at her granddaughter’s expression, reconciling with her dad was impossible for now.
She dried her tears and smiled, "Alright, let’s not talk about these, let’s talk about sothing happy."
"Mmm."
Zhuang Jiaoyang entered and imdiately sensed the strange atmosphere in the living room, glanced around, and went upstairs.
Just as she reached the second floor, she encountered Liang Rong directing people to move things.
She could tell at a glance that this was for the room prepared for Mu Yan, so she walked over directly and said unhappily, "What are you busy with? Do you really want to acknowledge this convenient daughter?"
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