"Could it really be her?"
The man muttered to himself, then felt someone watching him from inside the black awning boat. He quickly shifted his gaze and merged into the hurried crowd.
Wu Xinming followed the man’s departing figure with his eyes but didn’t find anything suspicious, so he looked away.
Tang Yue’s appearance naturally made her the center of attention in a crowd, attracting many admiring glances.
Even though Tang Yue tried to keep a low profile, her demeanor alone was enough to draw people’s eyes.
They made their way to the Zhao family home.
"Grandpa, Grandma."
Xiao Song ran inside excitedly, his enthusiastic voice leaving no doubt about how much he loved visiting his grandparents.
"Xiao Song is back."
Seeing Luo Xiaosong, Mr. Zhao guessed that his daughter had brought Tang Yue along. Mrs. Zhao wiped her damp hands on her apron. Just as she walked into the courtyard, she saw Zhao Xiangyang entering with Tang Yue.
Mr. and Mrs. Zhao warmly welcomed Tang Yue inside.
"Our home is too modest," Mrs. Zhao said, wiping the chair repeatedly until it gleamed, but she still felt it wasn’t clean enough.
"Aunt Zhao, your home is lovely, I really like it." Tang Yue sat down on a nearby chair, her face expectant, "I’ve long heard about how wonderfully fragrant Aunt Zhao’s homemade tea is. Could I have the honor of tasting some today?"
"That’s not difficult at all." Mrs. Zhao, seeing the smile on Tang Yue’s face, thought how this young lady was not only beautiful but had a nice personality too. She had been very warm when they visited Jing City.
Mrs. Zhao briskly went to make tea, while Mr. Zhao, feeling a bit nervous, headed to the kitchen to prepare the meal.
While offering fruits to Tang Yue, Zhao Xiangyang said with a smile, "My parents are used to staying at home, and they really like you being here, although they aren’t very talkative. I hope you don’t mind."
"Not at all, Uncle and Aunt Zhao are great." Tang Yue accepted the banana Zhao Xiangyang handed her, looked around the room, and found no luxurious furniture. Everything seemed very homely, yet it gave a warm and welcoming feeling, making Tang Yue feel very comfortable. She asked, "Did you grow up here? It seems like growing up here would make one very happy?"
"Yeah, though we weren’t well-off, we were very happy. When I was young and ignorant, I often quarreled with my parents, especially my brother, who bossed me around." Zhao Xiangyang pouted, "You wouldn’t know, but my brother was really strict with me. Back then, I really disliked him, but looking back, those times were truly happy."
Zhao Xiangyang’s eyes shifted from annoyance to nostalgia, especially when talking about Zhao Xiangqian’s antics, making Tang Yue laugh. She asked, "Your brother was quite mischievous too, huh?"
"Exactly, my Xiao Song takes after his uncle, always being a little rascal." Zhao Xiangyang sighed at the mention of his mischievous son Luo Xiaosong.
"Boys are all the same," Tang Yue agreed, "My Zaozao isn’t mischievous, but my Chenchen is like a boy, no, she’s even more mischievous than a boy!"
When boys are naughty, scolding them usually resolves it. But Chenchen?
When Chenchen is mischievous or makes mistakes, she acts cute, and her big round eyes make it impossible to punish her.
Before long, Mrs. Zhao brought the brewed tea, steam rising with a fragrant aroma.


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