Lin Hao found a high-end teahouse and sent Fang Miao a ssage before coming.
Yue Qingqing had just entered the private room when Fang Miao also drove over.
After entering the room and putting down her things, she rushed over wanting to hug Yue Qingqing and cry.
"Qingqing, finally found you guys. Old Lin has been dreaming of finding Chunju all these years, separated for so long, I thought I’d have to carry this regret to the grave. Heaven really has eyes..."
Yue Qingqing was startled by Fang Miao’s cries and moved closer to Jiang Jingze.
She only let Fang Miao hug one of her arms.
Listening to the old lady’s emotional cries, Yue Qingqing and Jiang Jingze exchanged a look, both feeling a bit odd.
This person sure is overflowing with emotion.
The two sides t for the first ti, without even a buffer period for small talk, and started off so heartfelt.
It’s unclear whether it’s sincere or insincere.
But in Yue Qingqing’s perception, there might be more of a performance elent.
Yue Qingqing withdrew her arm and casually handed a tissue to Fang Miao.
"Please calm down, let’s talk slowly."
Fang Miao wiped the tears off her face and finally sat beside her son.
Looking at Yue Qingqing with the eyes of a most loving elder.
"It’s so good. If I didn’t know from the show you’re adopted, I’d really think you were Chunju’s own granddaughter. You two look a bit alike, you know. Your grandma was a top beauty when she was young."
Coming from an affluent family, Lin Chunju did indeed have a very pretty appearance.
Her deanor held a gentle and graceful charm with a hint of nobility.
But all these qualities were worn away by a life of poverty, transforming into a famously fiery widow of Daye Village.
When Fang Miao saw the information, she did not dare to recognize it, not knowing how her husband saw it.
This made Fang Miao feel sowhat secretly pleased.
When she married into the Lin Family, it hadn’t yet fallen, overshadowed by a glamorous sister-in-law, she often compared their differences.
Now, due to years of good maintenance, Fang Miao looks much younger than her actual age, naturally carrying a sense of pride in comparison to Lin Chunju.
Yue Qingqing looked at Fang Miao, "Grandma is the best. She has raised several children over the years and cared for us grandchildren; anyone who knows her raises their thumb. Being grandma’s child is the luckiest thing in my life."
Listening to the reverence in Yue Qingqing’s words, Fang Miao’s rising pride instantly vanished.
She had lived her life depending on Lin Jianping.
Her title when ntioned was Mrs. Lin.
The respect from employees was only because of that title, not because of her personally.
If Lin Jianping were to pass away, she might not even be able to keep that title and the company’s old hands might bully her into an unknown situation.
Therefore, Fang Miao was determined to do everything to keep her husband’s life.
The atmosphere suddenly beca inexplicably awkward, and the otherwise eloquent Fang Miao fell silent, prompting Lin Hao to quickly speak.
"Mom, did you bring what you were supposed to?"
Fang Miao then snapped out of it, reluctantly handing the dical records to Yue Qingqing.
Lin Hao said, "These are father’s dical records. His condition is very bad now, and his only wish is to see auntie once more. We hope Miss Yue can contact auntie as soon as possible to fulfill father’s wish."
Fang Miao finally collected herself, "Yes, after all these years, Chunju must be missing old Lin."
Yue Qingqing fell silent once again.
Lin Hao grew anxious, "At such a crucial mont, failing to et would be a lifelong regret."
Yue Qingqing shook the dical records, "Can I fax this to Grandma? She’s already left Beijing now, and she needs to make this decision herself."
Fang Miao and Lin Hao exchanged a glance.
"Well... alright."
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