Nangong Ran stepped outside, waiting for Fang Hao. After her mood brightened, everything seemed fresher, even the air. Nangong Ran smiled slightly.
Just then, Fang Hao called. Seeing her already at the gate, Fang Hao hung up with a smile, honked the horn, and drove towards her.
Nangong Ran opened the car door and got in, politely saying, "Aunt Fang."
Fang Hao looked at her, utterly amazed by her beauty. Seeing her daughter-in-law so radiant and beautiful, Fang Hao couldn’t stop smiling.
She nodded repeatedly, smiling happily and generously praised, "Xiaoran, you look really beautiful today."
"No way," Nangong Ran felt shy, "No matter how pretty I am, I’m not as pretty as you are."
Back in the day, when Aunt Fang was young, she was the belle of the capital, a famous socialite, stunning everyone. Otherwise, she couldn’t have had such handsome children like Di Mingchen and the others.
Unlike Li Hui, who built her life from scratch, Fang Hao was born into an aristocratic family. Her marriage to Di Yan was a perfect match, destined by heaven.
The journey of their love and family was smooth. Di Yan adored her, pampering her immensely. The only regret might be that both their parents passed away early, and they had no siblings.
Probably when Di Mingchen and the others were in their third year of junior high, the elders in the family successively passed away.
Fang Hao was an exceptionally wonderful woman, kind, generous, and beautiful, as if all the beautiful words couldn’t fully describe her.
Hearing Nangong Ran’s words, Fang Hao became even happier, her eyes curved with joy, and she accepted modestly yet honestly, "Indeed, when I was young, I was quite beautiful."
"You’re still beautiful now!" Nangong Ran sincerely praised.


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