Chapter 808: Chapter 872 Spring Ni Chapter 808: Chapter 872 Spring Ni Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy-Two
“Mom, why don’t you believe me?
Look, I have a red mole behind my ear, you must remember it, right?” Chun Tao lifted her own right hair and exposed her auricle to the woman.
The woman saw the mole, her gaze sharpened, and she exclaimed, “Taozi, it really is you.”
Chun Tao was her daughter, and she certainly remembered the birthmark that her daughter had carried from the womb, confirming immediately that the distinguished woman before her was indeed her daughter.
“It’s me, Mom,” Chun Tao embraced the woman.
The woman also hugged Chun Tao tightly, her eyes reddening as she trembled, “My dear eldest girl, you’ve finally come home to see your mother.”
“Mom, I’m sorry, I haven’t come home to see you for so long.” Chun Tao’s tears streamed down.
“It’s good that you’re back, good that you’re back,” the woman kept saying.
At this time, the people around also became restless.
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Today was Xu Guangtai’s second daughter’s engagement party, attended by relatives and acquaintances, who naturally recognized Guangtai’s eldest daughter, Xu Chuntao.
The beauty of Xu Jia Gou from yesteryear.
But Chun Tao had been married off for quite a while.
And having not returned for many years, the villagers had almost forgotten her.
No one expected that the beautiful and radiant woman who had just entered, who looked like a movie star, would actually be Chun Tao.
The Chun Tao of the past was indeed beautiful but never possessed such an elegant demeanor or skin tone, after all, she was a village girl.
All were incredibly surprised.
“It’s actually Chun Tao.”
“Taozi has come home.”
The crowd murmured one after another.
After Chun Tao cried in her mother’s arms for a while and gradually calmed down, she let go of the woman, shamefully wiped her eyes, and stood up to look over at Long Xiaoshan.
Long Xiaoshan quickly walked over to her side as well.
Chun Tao’s cheeks were flushed as she whispered, “Mom, this, this is my man.”
Long Xiaoshan quickly extended his hand and said, “Hello, Mom, my name is Long Xiaoshan.”
Looking at the handsome, tall young man with a remarkable presence in front of her, Chun Tao’s mother stood there stunned.
Although Chun Tao had been married off four years ago, she recalled that her son-in-law had been to their home back then.
He was a simple and honest countryman, already not young, ten years older than Chun Tao; by now he must be a man in his thirties.
Country folks age fast from the hard labor.
Long Daming back then already looked almost forty, and now he should appear even older, certainly not the young man before her.
“You, you’re not…
Daming?” Chun Tao’s mother hesitated.
Long Xiaoshan replied, “Brother Daming has been dead for many years now, I am of his kin, Chun Tao is with me now.”
“Ah, this?” Chun Tao’s mother looked up at her daughter.
Chun Tao silently nodded her head.
Chun Tao’s mother believed her, the young man before her was incomparably better than Long Daming by a hundredfold, a thousandfold—too young, only in his twenties.
And looking at Chun Tao’s current brows, complexion, clothing, and adornment, she seemed immeasurably improved from the past, undoubtedly enjoying a life of fortune.
Though she was puzzled why such a young man with good conditions would seek out Chun Tao, a widow.
But seeing that Chun Tao was doing well now, she felt relieved.
She hurried to her feet, somewhat awkwardly grasping Long Xiaoshan’s hand, saying, “Please, please, have a seat, have a seat.”
“Mom, it’s nothing.” Long Xiaoshan said with a smile, holding the woman’s hand and giving it a reassuring pat, “Today is the first time I have come to visit you.
I should kowtow to you.”
As he spoke, he was about to kowtow.
“You mustn’t, you really mustn’t,” the woman hastily tried to stop Long Xiaoshan, but she couldn’t, and was deeply moved.
Nowadays, which young person still observes such traditional propriety?
Moreover, the young man before her, obviously from a privileged background, was actually kowtowing to a rural woman like her.
The contrast became immediately apparent.
Thinking about the man her younger daughter was engaged to marry, her heart sighed heavily.
Chun Tao, even more touched, fought back tears in her eyes.
Others might not know, but how could she be unaware of the status Long Xiaoshan now held?
Not to mention anything else, just his net worth alone was at least in the hundreds of billions.
Such a mega-wealthy man, who would typically be fawned over by his in-laws, was now kowtowing to her mother.
What she felt was Long Xiaoshan’s affection for her.
“So it’s the eldest sister returning to her mother’s home!”
The man with the bulging belly and flabby excess walked over, his puffy eyes roving greedily over Chun Tao, swallowing his saliva covertly.
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He thought Xu Chunni was beautiful enough, but her sister was even more so.
That figure, that complexion, simply divine.
Too bad she was already taken.
The flabby man sized things up; unlike the uninformed villagers, although he didn’t recognize the specific brands of Chun Tao’s clothes, he could tell they were anything but cheap.
Not to mention that her demeanor was not something you would find in just any common household.
Seeing the man who seemed not much younger than her father calling her ‘elder sister’, Chun Tao asked in bewilderment, “Who are you?”
“Elder sister, today is our first time meeting.
I am Zhu Dafu, Chun Ni’er’s husband,” the flabby man said.
“You’re my younger sister’s husband?”
Chun Tao’s expression changed.
She had thought that her sister’s wedding would surely involve someone of a similar age, never expecting it to be such a man.
Now managing a four-star hotel, she had met all sorts of people and could size up a person at a glance.
This man, adorned with large gold rings, a big gold watch, his face covered in flabby folds, his eyes giving off a hint of guile, was the very image of a nouveau riche.
Her younger sister had always been proud and aloof since she was little, was excellent in her studies, and certainly not the kind to be swayed by money.
How could she possibly choose a nouveau riche as a husband?
“Yes, I’m your brother-in-law.
And this must be the brother-in-law, right?
Have a smoke,” the flabby man offered, pulling out a Zhonghua cigarette to hand to Long Xiaoshan.
Long Xiaoshan replied, “I don’t smoke.”
Long Xiaoshan’s casual response left the flabby man somewhat embarrassed.
If an ordinary villager refused the cigarette he offered, he would definitely reproach them for not giving face.
Zhu Dafu was considered a notable figure in these parts.
Yet Long Xiaoshan stood there calmly, with a faint smile, but it created a certain sense of distance for the flabby man, as if an ordinary person were in the presence of nobility.
Chun Tao turned to ask her mother, “Mom, where’s Dad, and where’s my younger sister?”
“Your sister is in the room,” Chun Tao’s mother said.
“I’ll call her out.
Chun Ni’er, your sister has come back.”
Chun Tao’s mother started calling loudly from the courtyard.
After a while, the sounds of hurried movement and doors opening and closing could be heard from a room.
Soon, a slender girl appeared at the door.
She was wearing a green dress covering her hips, with jeans washed pale below, accentuating her slim and straight legs, making them very appealing.
Her long, black hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head.
The girl’s facial features and face shape resembled Chun Tao’s to some extent, with a similarly high nose and diamond-shaped lips forming a perfect face.
However, her eyebrows were thicker and straighter than Chun Tao’s soft willow-shaped ones, a little like saber-shaped ones, giving her an overall harder, more stubborn air.
The girl stood at the doorway, staring blankly at Chun Tao for a few seconds before calling out, “Sis!”