The carriage soon arrived at the front door of the Yang Family, and the whole family gathered around. Yang Ming’s mother stepped forward to help Wang Xiangxiang down from the carriage, "My dear girl, you had us worried to death."
These words turned Wang Xiangxiang’s eyes red again. It had been three years since anyone had spoken to her like that.
Yang Family patriarch immediately followed, "Girl, hurry inside. Xiaoqiu has already warmed up the kang bed for you, just waiting for your return."
Yang Family patriarch then turned and instructed his daughter-in-law, "Boss’s wife, hurry, take their meals to the room."
"Yes, Father, I’ll fetch the food right away," Boss’s wife hurriedly agreed and went to get the food.
Wang Xiangxiang, looking at everyone and listening to their words, felt an overwhelming warmth inside. She truly wanted to burst into tears, but she bit her lip hard, holding back.
Soon, Wang Xiangxiang was helped into Xiaoqiu’s room, and seeing the warm room with the bedding all laid out, her tears still slid down unconsciously.
Dawn was just breaking, and the family had risen so early just to wait for her.
Because many people had entered the room, Fufu woke up at this moment, opened his eyes, saw his sister, and instantly got up and flung himself into her arms, "Sister, you’ve finally come back. Fufu missed you so much."
"Sister missed Fufu too."
Xiaoxiao quickly called out to Fufu, "Fufu, come over to Sister Xiaoxiao. Your sister is sick and can’t take such hugging."
Hearing this, Little Fufu became anxious and stood up, asking his sister, "Sister, where do you feel unwell?"
Wang Xiangxiang patted her little brother’s head, comforting him, "Sister is fine, Sister isn’t in pain."
"Girl, hurry to the kang and lie down," instructed the Yang Family patriarch.
"Yes!" Wang Xiangxiang agreed and then climbed onto the kang, settling back against it.
Boss’s wife brought in the prepared porridge and handed it to Wang Xiangxiang. Yang Ming’s mother, seeing Wang Xiangxiang’s wrist, quickly took the bowl of porridge, "I’ll feed you."
Wang Xiangxiang ate the rice porridge fed by Yang Ming’s mother, spoonful by spoonful, tears dripping down continuously.
"My girl, don’t cry. There’s no hurdle we can’t get over!" Yang Ming’s mother comforted her while feeding.
Hearing this, Wang Xiangxiang’s tears fell even faster and more plentifully. For years, she and her brother had relied only on each other, never having been treated so warmly. Xiaoxao’s in-laws were all kind people; how wonderful it would be if they were her family too.
"Aunty, may I call you mother?"
Hearing this, everyone in the room was stunned. The Yang Family patriarch was the first to speak, "Wife, we are blessed indeed. In our old age, we’ve gained another son and daughter."
"Yes," Yang Ming’s mother said, wiping away tears, "My girl, if you do not mind, I will be your mother from now on."
With tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips, Wang Xiangxiang uttered the words she hadn’t said in three years, "Father, Mother."
"Yes!" the old couple excitedly responded, "Boss, Second, she is now your own sister. Xiaoqiu, this is now your own sister."
Wang Xiangxiang excitedly called out to everyone, "Big Brother, Sister-in-law, Second Brother, Second Sister-in-law, Xiaoqiu."
Then, speaking to her own brother, "Fufu, we have a father and a mother now, and brothers and sisters too. You call them quickly."
Little Fufu was overjoyed, calling out to everyone in the room, his excitement no less than Wang Xiangxiang’s; he finally had a father and a mother.
Seeing Wang Xiangxiang , Xiaoxiao was very happy for her. Hopefully, she would no longer seek death.