"Dad, so many years have passed, don’t be too sad." Xia Huiling stepped forward to console him.
Old Mr. Shen raised his head, his eyes slightly red, not feeling embarrassed in front of his daughter-in-law, "Huiling, every time I see that girl, I think of Jie. In my entire military career, I have done nothing to let down the country or its people. For the family, although I couldn’t balance the country and the home, I have tried my best. But only Jie, my beloved daughter, ended up ..."
"Dad, I know, we all know, we also understand you. Don’t worry, Shen Zheng is still investigating that matter. As long as there’s hope, we won’t give up."
Seeing how grief-stricken Old Mr. Shen was, Xia Huiling also shed tears...
An Ran sat in the back seat of the car, looking at the bag of dried fruits and snacks that Old Mr. Shen had brought for her, feeling somewhat perplexed.
"Ran, Grandpa really likes you. I’ve been going to the Shen Family since I was a child, and Grandpa never brought me anything to eat." Mu Wanxin, sitting in the front, said as she looked at the rearview mirror.
The grandpa she mentioned was obviously Old Mr. Shen.
"That’s right, Grandpa never brought anything for me either." Shen Mengya echoed beside her.
"Alright, big sister, the four of us went to the temple fair together, if Grandpa Shen gave it to me, it means he gave it to all of us. Here, you can have it."
An Ran said, shoving the food into Shen Mengya’s arms.
"Ran, you keep it, don’t listen to them." Shen Wenxuan said while driving.
"Brother-in-law, I always feel that the way Grandpa Shen looks at me is very special, as if he’s looking at someone else through me. Do I resemble someone?"
She could feel that Old Mr. Shen was good to her, but it felt different from the way Old Mr. Mu and Grandma Mu treated her. It seemed like there was something linking the two of them, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.
Especially the way Old Mr. Shen looked at her, clearly looking at her, but she saw much more in those eyes.
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She didn’t understand why Old Mr. Shen always looked at her this way. Was she overthinking it?
"No, maybe it’s because you saved Ya’s life, Grandpa is especially grateful to you." Shen Wenxuan said calmly.
An Ran nodded, thinking she was probably just overthinking it. She reached out and rubbed the little head of Shen Mengya beside her, "It seems our Ya is really precious to Grandpa Shen, even I benefit from it."
Shen Wenxuan took them to the largest temple fair in Imperial City.
It was An Ran’s first time at a temple fair in the Imperial City, entirely different from those in Pingxi. The four of them spent the whole day there, and An Ran and Ya, being foodies, had stuffed themselves full.
Mu Wanxin wasn’t so lucky. Shen Wenxuan followed her, refusing to let her eat many things, like... fried stinky tofu.
As night fell, they went to the night market for a while before driving back.
When they passed a street, a few strong men were kicking and punching a thin young boy, hurling indecent insults.
When An Ran saw the boy in the middle, her pupils suddenly contracted... An Sicheng?
Why is he in the Imperial City? Even though it’s a holiday, shouldn’t he be in Pingxi with the An Family? How could he travel all the way to Imperial City and end up getting beaten by a group of thugs?
Without thinking, An Ran shouted, "Stop the car."