Chapter 68: 067: Filial piety, the daughter who was lost for 33 yearsi
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Because of her long-term illness, Mo Hudie only had one good friend, Yang Guobao.
Furthermore, no parent would wish for their child to hang around with a sickly kid.
What if their child caught whatever she had?
Previously, Yang Guobao would come to see her every few days.
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But now, if her memory served her, Yang Guobao hadnât come to see her in more than a month.
Could it be that Yang Guobao had alreadyâŚ
At this thought, Mo Hudieâs expression darkened.
Grandma Mo continued, âDidnât I tell you? Guobao was taken to the countryside by his mother, and he hasnât returned yetâŚâ
âWill Guobao come back?â Mo Hudie asked again.
This question was a bit difficult for Grandma Mo to answer.
Yang Guobao had been taken away by Wang Meifeng for over a month now, and they had not received any news. Who could be sure about the situation?
Old Lady Zheng interjected, âHavenât the Yang family thought of bringing back Wang Meifeng and her son?â
If the daughter-in-law was wrong, that was her problem, but their grandson was still their descendant. Would they just leave him stranded without a care?
Grandma Mo said, âGuobaoâs grandma is also very stubborn. Sheâs still waiting for Wang Meifeng to admit her mistake. If Wang Meifeng doesnât acknowledge it, the Yangs wonât actively bring them back!â
After saying this, Grandma Mo continued, âBut this is really Wang Meifengâs fault. Sheâs a college student, yet she was tricked by a teenager. Isnât it laughable?â
Old Lady Zheng pondered, âMaybe, that young girl has got some skills?â
Grandma Mo replied, âOld sister, weâve lived for so many years. Have you seen a teenaged divine doctor? Especially a female one?â
No need to mention several!
Even one, she had not seen.
Moreover, all the historical divine doctors in China were men. When did a little girl become one?
Old Lady Zheng laughed, âYouâre right.â
The two old sisters chatted casually for a while. Mo Hudie lay in her bed, listening. After a while, she fell asleep.
Old Lady Zheng held Mo Hudieâs hand, her expression difficult to decipher.
After a half a while, she muttered, âIf 1 hadnât lost Tingting back then, perhaps her child would be as old as Xiaodie by now. Itâs all my fault. Iâm uselessâŚâ
Her voice was filled with sadness and regret.
Just then, a figure rushed past the door.
The figure didnât go far but hid in a corner, listening to the conversation inside.
Hearing this, Grandma Mo sighed, comforting: âAqing, itâs not your fault about what happened back then. Donât be too hard on yourself! Now you have Lingling, donât you? Lingling is sensible and filial, and she gave you an outstanding granddaughter. Itâs as if they were your own.â
Old Lady Zheng croaked:
âBut Tingting is my daughter, who I carried for nine months and gave birth to. She was only three when she went missing. If sheâs still alive, sheâd be thirty-six this year. If 1 werenât so useless as a mother, she could have enjoyed a happy life. But now, I donât even know whether sheâs aliveâŚâ
Even though Old Lady Zheng had adopted a girl who had children of her own, she couldnât help but miss her biological daughter.
After all, she was her own child she carried for nine months. How could she just forget?
âDonât worry, Aqing,â Grandma Mo patted Old Lady Zhengâs hand, comforting: âTingting was a blessed child. She must be living well now. Maybe it wonât be long before you can reunite.â
Mrs. Zheng was choked up with emotion, her voice barely a whisper.
Thirty-three years had passed, and she had never stopped searching for her daughter, but there had been no sign of her to this day.
In her heart, Mrs. Zheng had a feeling about what might have happened, but she was unwilling to accept the reality.
Mrs. Mo watched Mrs. Zheng, who was drowning in sorrow, without knowing how to comfort her.
Only someone who has lost a daughter can truly understand this pain.
At this moment, they heard slight footsteps at the door.
Then came a knock.
Mrs. Zheng quickly wiped the tears from her face.
âCome in,â said Mrs. Mo.
A girl of about seventeen-eighteen walked in with a tray. âGrandma, Grandma Mo.â
Mrs. Mo looked up, her face brightening. âXianjing has come.â
âXianjing.â Seeing Zheng Xianjing, a smile crept onto Mrs. Zhengâs face.
Even though Xianjing was the child of her adopted daughter Zheng Lingling, Mr. and Mrs. Zheng loved their granddaughter dearly and indulged her in every way. They had even discussed that if they couldnât ever find their biological daughter, they would leave all their legacy to Zheng Xianjing once they passed away.
Even if they did find their biological daughter in the future, she would still give half the inheritance to Zheng Xianjing.
Moreover, Zheng Xianjing was an excellent student. At only eighteen, sheâd already been admitted to a prestigious university and was studying finance and management.
âGrandma Mo, 1 borrowed your kitchen for a bit and made some mung bean soup. This is your bowl, and this is for my grandma.â As Xianjing spoke, she handed over the bowls of mung bean soup with both hands to the two elderly women.
Mrs. Mo joked: âXianjing, you divided these so clearly, 1 hope you didnât put something extra in your grandmaâs bowl to make it taste better than mine?â Xianjing, taken aback, replied: âMy grandma has a bit of a headache, so I added a little bit of herbal medicine to her mung bean soup.â
On hearing this, Mrs. Mo was surprised and said, âXianjing, did you prepare these two bowls of mung bean soup separately?â
âHmm.â Zheng Xianjing nodded.
âXianjing, you really are so considerate.â Mrs. Mo took Xianjingâs hand, nodding in agreement, âYour grandma is so lucky to have a respectful and caring granddaughter like you in this life.â
Making two separate bowls of mung bean soup might seem like a small thing, but the thoughtfulness involved was exceptional. The preparation itself was straightforward, but making them separately would have been quite bothersome. Many biological grandchildren perhaps wouldnât have the patience for such a lavish display of affection.
Respectful and caring?
On hearing this, a scoffing smile flickered in Xianjingâs eyes.
She was indeed very affectionate.
But all her affection had gone to the dogs.
She treated Mrs. Zheng so well, but Mrs. Zheng was still hung up on her biological daughter who had probably been dead for centuries now.
Naturally, blood is thicker than water!
How could she, a granddaughter borne out of an adopted daughter, ever compare to a biological child?
A mocking smile crossed Zheng Xianjingâs heart, but she didnât let it show as she modestly said: âGrandma Mo, Iâm not as good as you say 1 am, this is just what any granddaughter should do.â
Mrs. Zheng looked at her excellent and understanding granddaughter and said, âXianjing is just like her mother, always respectful and loving ever since she was a child.â
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Mo nodded in agreement, âIndeed, Lingling is also a respectful child, our Xianjing takes after her mother.â
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Xianjing said: âOh, grandmas, youâre teasing me again. Please try the mung bean soup. Itâs refreshing and helps drive out the heat in the summer, and also helps detoxify..â