Zhang Fengmei recognized the voice on the other end, engaged in familiar cordialities for a bit, and then headed into the village.
Nan Fei had already explained the textile factory incident. When Zhang Fengmei heard someone talking about her daughter in that way, even her normally good temper couldn't hold.
"That's too much. Your grandma even wants to marry you off to the Huo Family. I think it's better not to get married." Zhang Fengmei had never planned on using her daughter's marriage for anything.
If this happened in her past life, Nan Fei would have jumped for joy upon hearing her mother say such things. But now it's different. When she heard that she may not marry Huo Beijiang, she felt very heartbroken instead.
She finally reached the front door, leaning on someone. Looking at the lit light inside the house, something long forgotten in the recesses of her memory surfaced in Nan Fei's mind.
In her last life, it was at this time that Granny Huo visited, proposing the wedding to be on August 28th.
What had she done at that time?
Her memory briefly flashed a brilliant corner, causing Jiang Nanfei to want to find a hole to hide in due to embarrassment.
"Dad, Mom's back, my sister's back." Jiang Zhuanzhuan stood at the entrance, calling out excitedly, "My sister's back, it's great that they're back."
Whoosh... Several people walked out of the yard.
Jiang Nanfei's hand, which was supporting Zhang Fengmei, couldn't help but tremble. Seeing these many people who she hadn't seen in over a decade, words couldn't describe the complexity of emotions in her heart.
Her father, who looked much younger, her kind-hearted grandmother, her quiet grandfather, and Granny Huo—so elegant in her floral cheongsam.
Feeling cold on her face, Jiang Nanfei looked up. It's not raining, is it?
"Why are you crying, Nan Fei?" Zhou Yongxian walked over to Jiang Nanfei. Her wise and kind eyes were filled with admiration. The granddaughter-in-law she had chosen since she was young not only grew up to be beautiful, but also so responsible at such a young age.
Taking her mother to hospital in the provincial capital showed great filial piety. She was a perfect match for her beloved grandson.
"I'm not." Jiang Nanfei wiped her face with the back of her hand, stubbornly refusing to admit she had been crying.
"Let's all go in and sit, don't just stand around." Granny Guan Rufang was calling people to come inside. After everyone had found a stool to sit on, she asked in detail about what happened.
"We only heard that Feng Mei had eye discomfort and had someone send a letter asking De Chun to come back. We were shocked when we found out last night that Nan Fei had taken Feng Mei to the city overnight." As Granny Guan spoke, it was clear she had been very frightened, "We had no phone, no way to contact you, we were discussing whether we would have to go to the city to find you if you didn't return tonight."
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble." Zhang Fengmei, a sincere woman, was very respectful to her mother-in-law, "My eyes were the problem, luckily Nan Fei took me to the city overnight, otherwise I would have lost my sight."
Jiang Dechun, appearing older because of years of hard work, wore a worried and tense expression, "Nan Fei, tell your father what happened. Your mother can't read much so she can't explain clearly."
Having calmed down for a while, Jiang Nanfei eventually steadied herself. She immediately explained the cause of the illness and the doctor's instructions. She didn't mention anything about how she flagged down the car, or how she ran around the hospital.
The more she downplayed her deeds, the more impressed everyone was. Even her taciturn grandfather didn't hesitate to bestow praise.
"I was worried before that Nan Fei, being a bookworm, would suffer in society. But now, finally, I can rest easy."