Mrs. Wu reached out her hand, "Let give it a try."
Old Mrs. Song glared, "Don’t even think about it! Still have designs on my great-grandson? You’re dreaming."
Like a hedgehog with all its spikes raised.
Mrs. Wu frowned, "You can’t recognize a kind heart when you see one. Hurry up and give the child. You know as well as I do that, even though I may not compare to your expertise in neurosurgery, at least I can soothe a child better than you can.
I can calm a child better than you. Hurry up and give the child."
Without further ado, she took the child into her arms, gently and softly soothing Tang Yuan, loosening the tight swaddling, rubbing her palms warm to gently massage Little Tang Yuan’s belly.
As expected, it didn’t take long for Little Tang Yuan to gradually calm down, the cries stopped, and he cheerfully flailed his little hands and feet, becoming lively.
"Sotis newborns have discomfort in their stomach. If his stomach hurts, won’t he cry? He’s just a child and can’t talk, so naturally, he can only use this way to tell you. Look at my technique, it’s an old thod with decades of experience. Any child’s stomachache gets better with my care."
Mrs. Wu proudly showed off her technique, and Tang Yuan made cooing noises, as if in conversation with her.
The old lady laughed until she had tears in her eyes, picking up the child and smiling kindly at Little Tang Yuan, "You little fellow, you’re so adorable. Is your tummy not hurting anymore? Darling, by seniority, you should call Great-grandmother.
Look at what Great-grandmother has prepared for you as a eting gift."
She pulled out a jade pendant from her bosom. The smooth jade on the bright red cord was obviously top-quality old jade.
The little fellow opened his tiny hand and grasped tightly onto the cord, waving it around. Old Mrs. Song was not pleased; this was her great-grandson, how could he beco Mrs. Wu’s great-grandson? Wishful thinking.
"Old woman, what exactly are you trying to do? Let tell you, my great-grandson can’t accept your gift. Our family isn’t so shortsighted to think a jade pendant could resolve our past grievances."
Not a single polite word was spoken.
While Mrs. Wu paced slowly with Little Tang Yuan in her arms, the baby finally yawned, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Old Mrs. Song couldn’t unleash her anger and could only instruct Mrs. Wu, "Put the child in the room."
The two old ladies went upstairs one after the other.
Mr. Wu looked at the chessboard, "Co on, Old Song, I heard you’re quite a chess enthusiast. Let’s have a ga."
Old Sir Song sat silent for a mont before becoming interested.
Mrs. Wu gently laid the child down and covered him with a blanket, looking at the fair, tender little face, thinking of the uncertain fate of Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting, her heart ached.
"The past was indeed my fault. You don’t have to suspect I’m setting you up. I was wrong, I admit it. Back then, if it weren’t for , you wouldn’t have been stuck as an intern due to family issues.
It was indeed who reported it. But in all honesty, back then in my heart, I believed I was righteous, for the organization, even helping you, but looking back now it seems laughable."
Mrs. Wu was earnest in wanting to nd their relationship. For so many years, she didn’t want to admit her fault, partly because the event was long past, and between the two families, there had been much animosity due to it.
The younger generations of both families also had conflicts because of it.
As an elder, she naturally didn’t want to revisit old matters, let alone admit her own mistake.
But so many things had happened recently, ever since hearing about the incident with Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting.
The old lady felt regret.
The old man originally did not speak to the eldest, and now father and son essentially never saw each other, completely estranged.
But because of Jiang Xiaoxiao’s situation.
The old man couldn’t sleep.
If he didn’t know the matter, if he didn’t know Jiang Xiaoxiao’s identity, he could continue his life unconcerned, but knowing the girl was his granddaughter.
She’s now missing and likely truly gone.
The child is lost.
It’s no longer just a father-son conflict, but a deeper heartache.
The child left behind a child.
If they don’t reconcile with the Song family and in the future the little one suffers grievances, they wouldn’t even have the standing to support this child.
The old man and the old lady were unable to sleep for days and nights.
The couple finally ca up with a plan; they must nd relations with the Song family.
By reconciling this relationship, though without revealing Jiang Xiaoxiao’s identity,
as elders, it would be natural to take care of the child given their position.
Mrs. Wu was willing to put aside her pride, not care about her dignity.
So this earnest apology was made.
For the sake of her great-grandchild, admitting the wrong was worth it, even if it ant nothing at the end of her life.
Old Mrs. Song’s suspicious eyes filled with doubt, "What trick are you playing now? Trying to take advantage of a weak mont because you think my grandson is in trouble and there’s an opening for you?
You’re old, what good does another deception do? Nearly in the grave yourself. How should I even talk to you?"
Old Mrs. Song was a hundred percent skeptical.
"Old ng, you’re really overthinking it, I’m genuinely apologizing. We were friends for so many years, even though adversaries all along. But I know you better than any friend, at this age, it’s essential to acknowledge one’s mistakes.
Before reaching the grave, at least I shouldn’t have regrets. I still hope we can be friends again, with everything happening to your family, it reminds that life is unpredictable; treasure it while alive.
Please don’t think so badly of . You know what kind of person I am, even if I was wrong back then. Well, circumstances and politics played a role.
I’m not a bad person, otherwise after all these years you wouldn’t have declined to speak ill of . Everyone errs, but reflection and correction lessen regret. I feel life’s too short to pass with lingering regrets."
Indeed, regrets shouldn’t carry on.
Old Mrs. Song sighed, "Ruoi, though I blad you for past events, upon reflecting, even without your actions, soone else might have acted in your place. It’s just the sense of betrayal that struck a chord.
Truly, at our age, if material things still matter, then this life is too trivial. Alright, I forgive you."
The two elders held hands tightly.
A lifeti of grievances finally dispersed.
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