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Chapter 1006



Chen Xiangming, who had just finished wiping the table and placing the bowls and chopsticks, walked to the door under the urging of his wife, Miao qiugui.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, stop pressing, Yingluo.”

He responded loudly and muttered, ” “It’s lunch time, who’s here at such a coincidental time?”

As usual, he opened the door without even looking through the peephole.

His son, Chen Yang’s family, lived opposite his house.

The Redbud community was an old community, and the neighbors were all old acquaintances. The entire community would know if an outsider came in, so there was no need to be afraid of thieves.

“You’ve already said it, stop pressing, why aren’t you crying?”

Chen Xiangming opened the door. A sentence was stuck in his throat, and he almost choked.

“What are you doing? You are Zhi Zhi!”

The moment the old man opened the door, all his attention was drawn to his daughter who had ‘come back to life’.

He didn’t notice his granddaughter at all.

He didn’t even notice how loud he was when he cried out in shock.

He just stared blankly at his daughter who had suddenly appeared in front of him.

dad, I’m back, Yingluo. when Chen Qingzhi saw her father, she no longer had the dignity and elegance of the Li family, nor the arrogance she had when she was in the ruan family.

Instead, she was like an ordinary person who was afraid of returning home. Her eyes reddened as she hugged him.

“Dad, I’m back, Yingluo.”

“Dad, I’m back, Yingluo.”

It was so similar to the scene in Chen Xiangming’s dream.

He hugged Chen Qingzhi back in excitement, unable to speak for a moment.

Just then, Miao qiugui came out of the kitchen with a knife. old man, who is it? Why didn’t you invite someone in for a stroll after opening the door for so long?”

‘Clang-‘

The vegetable knife in Miao qiugui’s hand fell to the ground.

“You Qianqian, you’re Qingzhi, you Qianqian, how can you be Qianqian?”

“Mom, it’s me. I’m Zhizhi. “I’m not dead, I’m not dead, I’m back, sob sob!” Chen Qingzhi cried as she walked forward, bringing ruan Mengmeng along with her into the house.

She sobbed as she recounted her experiences for the past ten years, avoiding the important points and instead telling the trivial ones.

In order not to let the two elders know that she was too worried, she only told them that she had been saved by a rich lady and had been kept in their house.

Later, after that rich lady passed away, she married that rich man.

And now, she had been chased out, Xuxu.

“At first, I really wanted to die, but I didn’t want to live, so I didn’t tell you. After that, when I finally had the will to live again, I suddenly didn’t know how to tell you this truth. Hanhan didn’t know it, so it dragged on until now. Hanhan, dad, mom, I, Hanhan, I miss you so much, I really, really miss Hanhan.”

Chen Xiangyang’s heart ached when Chen Qingzhi cried.

He quickly patted his daughter’s shoulder and comforted her, ” “It’s fine, it’s fine. Dad understands you. Dad knows that it’s not easy for you. If you want to blame someone, blame that heartless man, ruan zhaotian! If it wasn’t for him, my daughter wouldn’t have had such a hard time!”

As they spoke, the father and daughter hugged each other and cried.

Ruan Mengmeng, who had been forgotten throughout the entire process, looked strangely at Miao qiugui, who was sitting beside her instead of hugging and crying with her.

The young girl was puzzled. Her grandfather was so sad, so why didn’t her grandmother react?

Wasn’t grandma sad or excited?

Just as ruan Mengmeng was feeling puzzled, she saw Miao qiugui suddenly stand up from the sofa and walk into the kitchen with an expressionless face.

After a while, there was the sound of ping-pong coming from the kitchen.

Ruan Mengmeng was speechless.

Half a minute later, Miao qiugui suddenly came out of the kitchen with a spatula.

The spatula was still covered in oil, and it was obvious that it had been used for cooking.

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