Seeing Long Zhuiyue's satisfied expression with his eyes closed, Yang Zimei shook his head slightly.
Seeing her coming in, Long Zhuiyue opened his eyes, put his fingers to his lips, made a gesture of "hush" towards her, and then waved his hand to let her leave.
Looking at the scene in front of me of a mother and daughter sleeping deeply in love.
Yang Zimei couldn't bear to disturb him, so he walked out and sat outside with Sadako.
"Sadako, Long Zhuiyue is my aunt's daughter, right?"
Yang Zimei couldn't help but ask Sadako.
"It should be right."
Sadako nodded.
"Should? Haha, many things are often what they should be, but in the end, they all turn out to be shouldn't be. I'm really afraid that the result won't be like this. Then how much of a blow will this girl Zhui Yue suffer?"
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly.
"Even if it's not a mother-daughter relationship, it's still an extremely close relationship. For Long Zhuiyue, who always thought he was an orphan, it's still a good thing."
Sadako said.
"Haha, yes, you are right, no matter what, they should be related by blood."
Yang Zimei nodded with a smile, looked at Zhenzi, and thought of Jiang Ziliang again.
From the appearance, Jiang Ziliang and Sadako are indeed a very well-matched couple.
The temperaments of the two are also vaguely close.
If Sadako is not a living dead, or unknown variables may not happen, then they look good together.
For people like Jiang Ziliang, if they are not moved, they will act as if they are not moved, but if they are moved, they should be people who will not change their minds.
Just as I was thinking about it, Zeng Zimo called.
It wasn't Grandpa Zeng's call, but Yang Zimei answered it quickly and called, "Cousin Zimo——"
"Niuniu, Grandpa Zeng wants to talk to you now, okay?"
"Cousin Zimo, I can probably guess what he wants to say now. In short, let him give up. I will not have any marriage relationship with Jiang Ziliang."
Yang Zimei refused.
"Niuniu, that's not what grandpa wants to say."
Zeng Zimo said hurriedly, "It's about my aunt."
"What about my grandma?"
Yang Zimei thought Zeng Zhenlong had found the handwriting on the photo, so he said nervously, "Okay, give him the phone."
"Niuniu——"
Zeng Zhenlong's call came from the other side of the phone.
"Grandpa Zeng——"
No matter what, Yang Zimei still had to follow the basic greeting etiquette, "What's the matter?"
"Niuniu, can you tell Grandpa Zeng frankly, do you know who your biological grandfather is?"
Zeng Zhenlong suppressed his emotions and asked in a normal tone.
"Eh? I don't know about this, and grandma didn't tell me. Did Grandpa Zeng find the handwriting on the photo? Or maybe he knows some clues?"
Yang Zimei asked puzzledly.
"Niuniu, you really don't hide it from me. After living at such an old age, my only wish now is to know who made your grandma do that, leaving me without a daughter. Tell me,
Are you from the Jiang family?"
Zeng Zhenlong could no longer hold back and asked straight to the point.
"Ah? A member of the Jiang family?"
Yang Zimei was surprised, "How could you have thought that he was from the Jiang family?"
"Is he really from the Jiang family? Jiang Ziliang's father?"
When Zeng Zhenlong heard her words, he thought he had guessed correctly, and his expression became tense.
"No way? Grandpa Zeng, why do you make such a guess?"
His words made Yang Zimei a little nervous.
If it were true, the master-disciple relationship between her and Jiang Ziliang would turn into an uncle-niece relationship, which would be a complete mess.