A Wan looked over.
Then she saw an elderly man.
The old man was looking at her, but for some reason, as he gazed, his eyes reddened.
The moment A Wan saw the old man, she felt a strange sense of familiarity.
But when she thought about it carefully, she couldn’t recall where she had seen him before.
Also, why were his eyes red?
For some reason, seeing the old man’s reddened eyes made A Wan’s heart ache deeply.
As A Wan stared blankly at the old man,
the old man seemed to be drawn toward her direction.
Soon, her hand was held, and a cheerful, childish voice rang out.
“Xingxing?”
A Wan looked at the little boy, overjoyed.
“You’re Xingxing, the little boy I met at the airport back then!”
“That’s me, Grandma, I’m Xingxing. This is Great-Grandpa,” Xingxing quickly introduced his great-grandfather to A Wan.
After all, Great-Grandpa was Grandma’s father.
Meanwhile, A Wan’s father stared blankly at the woman before him, completely stunned.
The person in front of him looked just like his daughter, A Wan.
And it wasn’t just him who could see her—Xingxing could too. It seemed she wasn’t a ghost but a living, breathing person.
But if she was alive, hadn’t his A Wan died?
Why was he seeing her now?
Could it be that they just looked alike?
But instinct told him otherwise. This wasn’t someone who merely resembled A Wan—this was A Wan!
“A Wan?” his voice trembled.
A Wan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. “I…”
“Darling, let’s go. Don’t talk to strangers,” Henry interrupted before she could finish.
He tried to take her hand and leave.
Henry had never expected the very thing he feared would happen so soon.
Back when he saw Xingxing at the airport, he noticed how much the boy’s face resembled A Wan’s son. Even then, he suspected that Xingxing might be A Wan’s descendant—perhaps even her grandson.
He had already taken A Wan away from the capital.
Yet, here in Yangcheng, they had run into this boy named Xingxing again.
And now, Xingxing was with an old man who also recognized A Wan.
Although Henry didn’t fully understand Chinese familial terms,
and couldn’t tell from Xingxing’s introduction what relation this old man had to A Wan,
his instincts screamed danger.
So he had to take A Wan away.
His gut told him that if he didn’t leave with her now, they wouldn’t be able to escape, and he would lose her forever.
“You bad man! Don’t take my grandma away!” Seeing the foreigner trying to take A Wan again, Xingxing panicked and rushed forward, trying to pry Henry’s hand off her.
“You little brat—” Henry started, irritated, but his words came to an abrupt halt.
He stared in shock.
A Wan had broken free from his grasp.
“A Wan…” Henry’s heart filled with fear and panic.
A Wan gave him a cold glance.
Then she took Xingxing’s hand. “Don’t be scared. I’m not going anywhere.”
She comforted Xingxing.
As for Henry…
A Wan was clever. She had been suspicious of Henry before, and now, seeing his reaction,
what was there left for her not to understand?
Henry was definitely hiding something from her.
And it was something about her identity and memories.
Henry probably also knew that Xingxing and the elderly man before her were connected to her.
So he tried to pull her away.
Just then, A Wan suddenly noticed a group of people hurrying toward her location.
A Wan looked at the young man at the front, who was carrying a child, and her eyes widened instantly.
In her mind, the face of this young man from his youth flashed before her.
That younger version of him was calling her “Mom.”
A Wan didn’t know why, but the moment she saw this man, the emptiness in her heart instantly filled.
At that moment, she understood—this young man before her was the treasure she had been searching for, the one she could never bear to part with.
The next second, a figure rushed ahead of this man and threw their arms around A Wan.
She held on tightly, so tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, A Wan would leave.
“A Wan, my A Wan, it really is you, it really is you.”
“Why did you only come back now?”
Yes, the one embracing A Wan was naturally her mother.
From the moment Sheng Zexi had discovered traces of A Wan, she had followed swiftly.
And then, from a distance, she saw her husband and Xingxing.
She also saw the woman whose hand Xingxing was holding.
Her features, her eyes—wasn’t this her daughter A Wan?
She had carried her for ten months, given birth to her—how could she possibly mistake her?
Unable to restrain herself, she immediately stepped forward and embraced A Wan.
A Wan was completely stunned.
A Wan’s mother?
This was… her mother?
Although she had no memory of this mother in her mind, still…
Being held in this embrace, A Wan felt an overwhelming sense of peace. She did not resist the hug at all.
Moreover, the scent of this person gave A Wan a deeply familiar feeling.
As if she had smelled it long, long ago.
So familiar, so reassuring.
So, was this her mother?
Because she was her mother, was that why she felt this way?
Seeing the sobs of the woman holding her, and her trembling hands,
at this moment, A Wan finally understood.
She had not been abandoned.
There was definitely some reason behind all this.
And what was that reason?
A Wan instinctively looked toward Henry.
But she saw only fear and panic in his eyes—and beneath that fear, guilt.
Guilt?
A Wan vaguely understood something.
The next second, A Wan saw someone suddenly rush forward and land a punch square on Henry’s face.
“Henry! Oh my God, it really is you!”
“Back then, I asked you to treat my wife, but you lied to me, said she was dead, and took her away.”
“Henry, you despicable bastard—I’ll kill you!”
The person who rushed over was none other than Sheng Xinhao.
Sheng Xinhao had just arrived in the area when he saw Sheng Zexi and the others, and then he saw A Wan and Henry.
The fury he felt toward Henry made him lose all restraint.
He charged forward and landed a punch right on Henry’s face.
Then, punch after punch.
He looked like he was about to beat the man to death.
The moment Henry saw Sheng Xinhao, he was terrified.
Because he recognized him—this man was A Wan’s real husband.
It was he who had originally hired Henry to treat A Wan.
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