Old Man Yang took the necklace, overwheld with emotion, his hands trembling nonstop. How could he not recognize it?
He would never forget this necklace for as long as he lived; it was the one he had personally put on Yang Xia when she was born.
At that ti, he happened to be out working and had just received his wages. Thinking that his wife was about to give birth, he decided to buy sothing to bring back. He ca across the necklace at a stall and was told by the seller that it had the character "Xia" on it. Since he had nad the child Yang Xia, he bought it.
Only Yang Xia had a necklace because, during the births of the other children, he hadn’t gone out, so he hadn’t thought of buying anything to bring back. Old Man Yang was still lost in his mories, rembering the baby with the chubby cheeks, when tears unknowingly welled up in his eyes, moistening them.
Yang Ming’s mother saw the necklace and her reaction was even more intense; she cried nonstop, clutching Old Man Yang’s arm, excitedly repeating the sa phrase over and over, "My child’s father, it’s our Xiaoxia, it’s our Xiaoxia..."
"Yes, my old lady, it’s our Xiaoxia." Old Man Yang responded with a shaky voice to his wife. Seventeen years had passed, and this was the first ti he had heard anything about his daughter. He thought he would never hear it, even on his dying day.
Seeing their parents’ reaction, the whole family was thrilled. They hadn’t expected the mad Li Fugui to actually bring news of their sister. It seed that taking him in had been the right decision after all—good deeds do get rewarded. Although they had agreed to shelter him, they couldn’t deny there had been reluctance in their hearts.
"Dad, Mom, this is great; finally, there’s news of Yang Xia."
"Yes, your sister was just a baby when you were little; you even held her."
"Hehe." Boss Yang Chun scratched his head and chuckled foolishly. He was genuinely very happy.
"Dad, did I ever get to hold her?" Yang Qiu, the second son, also beca interested.
"You were too young then; we didn’t dare let you hold her."
"Hahaha..."
"..."
"..."
The room was no longer filled with the deathly stillness from before but now had bursts of hearty laughter. Everyone was imrsed in the joy of learning that Xiaotian was Yang Xia, chatting away happily for almost an hour.
But a single question shattered this harmonious atmosphere, "Where is Yang Xia now?"
"..." Xiaoxiao was speechless. Why did her sister-in-law have to bring up such a mood-dampening topic? Couldn’t she let them be happy for a bit longer? Sigh, but what her sister-in-law was saying was the truth, after all. Sooner or later, it had to be addressed; avoiding it wouldn’t solve anything.
After hearing the words of the second son’s wife, the family fell silent. They had been so happy to know that Xiaotian was Yang Xia, yet they had overlooked this critical issue—where was their Yang Xia now, and was she doing well?
"My daughter-in-law, how much do you know about Xiaotian? How has she been these past years?" Old Man Yang asked anxiously.
"Dad, Xiaotian must have had it good these years."
"Really?" Old Man Yang was slightly incredulous. After all, another of his daughters had undergone terrible hardships in recent years, and the thought of Yang Qiu also pained him deeply.
"Yes, she has been working as a maid in Li Fugui’s household. I’ve heard she is extrely cherished by Li Fugui. From his behavior toward Yang Qiu, you should have so idea. You just heard Li Fugui say they had agreed to marry in three years’ ti. That must have referred to Xiaotian, not our Xiaoxia, right, Xiaoxia?"
As Xiaoxiao spoke, the family all turned to look at Yang Qiu, and Old Man Yang beca particularly anxious, "Xiaoxia, what exactly is going on between you and that Li
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