Tie Zhu suddenly remembered the person he had brought and quickly introduced him to Qin Ye,
"Qin Ye, this is Mr. Qin, he’s from Jing City and he’s come to find you for something."
Qin Ye turned to look at the man who had been staring at him all this time.
From the moment this man had laid eyes on him, Qin Ye had noticed his intense gaze.
And now, Mr. Qin finally spoke out, "Similar, he really does resemble..."
Although it was an indecipherable comment akin to a Tibetan Mastiff’s mumble, surprisingly, both Qin Ye and Rong Yan kind of understood.
Mostly because Old Man Qin had made a scene the day before, otherwise, they surely wouldn’t have conceived such an idea.
As for Tie Zhu, he was utterly baffled. What did Mr. Qin mean by ’similar’?
Was Qin Ye’s grandmother really the person he was looking for?
He was completely dazed.
Mr. Qin, realizing he was overly excited, took a deep breath to calm himself down, then pulled an old, yellowed photograph from his pocket.
He extended it toward Qin Ye, "Do you recognize the person in this photo?"
Qin Ye took the photograph and upon seeing it... he felt a surge of complex emotions, not expecting the search to actually bear fruit.
Because the person in the photo was his grandmother.
Although he had never met her in person, it just so happened that he had a copy of this very photo... Clearly, an extra one had been printed back then.
Mr. Qin was closely watching Qin Ye’s facial expression, and upon seeing his silent contemplation, he knew this was the relative he was looking for.
After so many years, he had finally found his kin, his feelings at the moment were indescribable.
Qin Ye didn’t say a word but turned around and left.
However, Qin Ye returned quite quickly, holding another photograph in his hand when he came back.
He silently handed the photo over.
Mr. Qin eagerly took the photo... and his pupils dilated in shock.
What he had brought and the photo Qin Ye presented were identical.
Had it not been for the fact that he was holding two different photos, he would’ve thought it was the very one he had brought.
Witnessing his expression, Tie Zhu quickly leaned in to take a look.
Holy moly! It truly was the same person.
Had he actually brought the right person?
Mr. Qin was struggling to recover from his shock; initially, seeing Qin Ye was an eighty percent guess, but now it was one hundred percent certainty.
"Qin Ye, I’m your cousin, Qin Zhen."
Well, that’s quite a name—quite special indeed.
But Qin Zhen disliked his name so much that he preferred to be called Mr. Qin.
Cousin? Does that mean a descendant of the old man’s other son?
"My father is the second younger brother of the old man, so I’m your cousin. The old man never remarried. He has always been thinking of your grandmother, and he sent me to look for her. We’ve been searching for many years, all over the country."
But they were always looking in the wrong direction, and coupled with the lack of information, finding someone was truly as difficult as reaching the heavens.
At this moment, Qin Ye didn’t know what to say; he felt no connection to this newfound relative.
Because he felt that his current life was what he truly wanted.
At that moment, Rong Yan spoke up, "Why not sit inside and talk?"
Mr. Qin snapped out of it, realizing talking out here was indeed inappropriate.
"Yes, let’s talk inside. Sister-in-law, I didn’t know we were relatives before, I’ll give you an extra hundred for the price later."
His initial offer was average, to put it bluntly, for such good quality, the offered price was a bit like taking advantage.
Rong Yan didn’t expect him to say this, "There’s no rush." Also, why was he so quick to call her sister-in-law?
Qin Ye looked at his wife, not understanding their conversation.
Seeing this, Mr. Qin quickly said, "Let’s go inside and talk first."
Qin Ye nodded, then he proceeded inside the main house.
Rong Yan wasn’t interested in eavesdropping, so she didn’t follow, but as Qin Ye was about to step through the door, he suddenly stopped.
He turned his head, "Wife, come with me."
Wasn’t this a matter about your grandmother? Why should she get involved?
However, upon meeting Qin Ye’s gaze, she simply nodded.
Then she walked over.
Mr. Qin looked at the couple, and he couldn’t help but acknowledge that they were indeed well-matched.
He felt reassured in his heart... even in this poor and backward rural area, for his cousin to have married such a wife was truly no simple feat.
The three of them entered the house.
Tie Zhu had the sense to stay out of this. Though he was dying of curiosity, he certainly wouldn’t barge in now.
Moreover, there was another person to consider, wasn’t there? Luo Cheng, who Mr. Qin had brought along, was still standing there.
At this time, Madam Rong came out, bringing two bowls of sweet soup.
"Here, have some water."
Tie Zhu was flattered; when had he ever been treated at Qin Ye’s family’s home?
He hurriedly took it, "Auntie, you’re too kind. We’re all family; there’s no need to be so formal."
Madam Rong was pleased to hear him speak so well.
She handed the other bowl to Luo Cheng.
Luo Cheng accepted it, "Thank you!"
He downed it in one gulp... as if a water buffalo was drinking water.
To drink such delicious sweet soup like that, could he even savor the taste?
"I’ll pour you another bowl," Madam Rong said, looking at the empty bowl.
Luo Cheng shook his head, "No, thank you!"
Madam Rong took the bowl, "Big brother, I hear you’re from Jing City by your accent. Did you come from Jing City?"
Luo Cheng nodded, "Yes."
Madam Rong’s eyes lit up, "What a coincidence, I’m from Jing City too, from the Eastern District. Which part of Beijing are you from?"
Luo Cheng replied, "Near the Second Ring, from the Jing City Compound."
Upon hearing this, Madam Rong realized he was not someone she could know.