Yun Qishen

Chapter 2233: Acknowledging a Fake Relative

“Ah!! Ah!! Ah!!!”

The deaf gardener ran into Mo Langqin and Wang Jie again before being escorted to the woodshed.

Wang Fangruan, who came with the gardener, also noticed his grandfather's friendly attitude towards Mo Langqin, and he couldn't help but pay more attention to Mo Langqin.

"Quiet!"

"Ahhhh!"

It was obvious that the scolding of the Wang family servants was of no use to a deaf man, so they simply stopped scolding and kicked the deaf gardener into the woodshed.

This made Wang Fangruan very unhappy, "Be gentle!"

"Yes, yes, yes." What could the servants do? They just had to deal with this naive child with a few words.

〖Who is this gardener?〗

Mo Langqin followed Wang Jie towards the reception room. The orange ghost power was now wrapped around him, sensing everything around him.

【can not see.】

Gui Li's answer surprised Mo Langqin. "Can't see? You can see his birth horoscope, but not his identity and experience?"

[Yes, I can’t see it.]

[Oh, this is getting interesting.]

Mo Langqin felt that keeping this gardener might be of some use.

Soon Wang Jie brought Mo Langqin to the Wang family's reception room. The decoration here was much more gorgeous than the reception room of the concubine Wang Fangruan. The furniture was made of precious wood, and the tea at the perfect temperature on the table also exuded a light jasmine scent.

Sitting on the main seat was a plump old woman. Although she was old, her hair was not sparse nor gray. Although the wrinkles on her face were obvious, she did not look old. This old woman looked younger than Wang Jie, but she was Wang Jie's mother, that is, Wang Fangruan's great grandmother.

A hurdle in Mo Langqin's disguise of his identity.

"Mom, the person has been brought here."

After Wang Jie finished speaking to the old woman, he sat down on a wooden chair beside her.

The old woman smiled lovingly, and waved to Mo Langqin with her hand that was covered with various gemstones, gold and silver rings, "Come forward and let me take a closer look."

Mo Langqin obediently walked up to the old woman.

"You really don't remember your father's name?" the old woman asked as she raised her hand and stroked Mo Langqin's cheek.

Mo Langqin was unhappy, but he endured it in order to better hide his identity.

"I don't remember, and he didn't mention it."

"Then do you know how he came to your village?" The old woman put down her hand, as if she was disappointed because she did not see the shadow of losing her child on Mo Langqin's face.

Mo Langqin naturally sensed the old woman's disappointment and distrust. He slowly said, "My father seemed to have mentioned it before."

"What did he say?"

"He said he was abandoned under the arch bridge. It was snowing heavily that day, and he was waiting for his mother to come back and pick him up. But in the end, she never came back, and when he woke up, he came to our village."

Of course, what Mo Langqin said were all the memories of the old woman that he had found out through the ghost beast around him.

"It's not my fault. When I went back, the child was gone." The old woman was obviously agitated. "Did you really want to abandon my father?" Mo Langqin further intensified the old woman's inner conflict.

"No! I wanted to go to a nearby house to ask for some warm clothes, but I was trapped in that person's house. When I escaped, the child was gone. I searched for a long time, and I was so sad that I could only see the helpless look of the child when I closed my eyes. I never stopped looking for him until one day someone sent me a bunch of hair and a letter. The letter told me that this was my child's hair and asked me not to look for it anymore." The old woman regained her trust in Mo Langqin, and she asked with concern and tenderness, "Is the child gone now?"

"He died last month, but don't be sad, he never blamed you."

It’s not that Mo Langqin didn’t use his ghost power to look for the lost son of the Wang family. But since the ghost beast couldn’t find him, he could make better use of this identity to lie.

"Woo woo." The old woman suddenly covered her face and cried.

Wang Jie, who was standing by, quickly stood up and came over to comfort her, "Mom, please don't get too excited."

"It's good that there is no blame. It's good that there is no blame."

Mo Langqin couldn't tell whether the old woman was crying for joy or because of regret for something that happened in the past. But soon the old woman stopped crying and asked Mo Langqin again, "By the way, Xiao Ruan didn't explain it clearly just now. What's your name?"

"Mo Langqin."

"Why is your surname Mo?" The old woman was unhappy. She thought that members of the Wang family should have the surname Wang. This was the rule of the Wang family and the rule of the village.

"I took my mother's last name."

"So my son is marrying into the family?"

"That's it."

"What does your mother's family do?" The old woman began to ask questions. She wanted to find a starting point and try her best to make Mo Langqin take her Wang family's surname.

"My mother's family sells cloth." Mo Langqin made up a story.

"I see." The old woman didn't look down on small vendors. She was just a little helpless as to why her son would fall in love with a cloth seller and even marry into her family's family.

"Langqin, if you don't mind me as an irresponsible elder, could you stay and spend more time with me? Tell me about your father." The old woman had to change her approach.

"Okay, grandma." Mo Langqin's call of grandma made the old woman very happy. Mo Langqin was best at making people happy that he wanted to be happy.

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In the evening, Wang Fangruan prepared to send Yan Cang home as promised to Yan Cang's grandmother. Xiao Rong's family also came to Wang's house to take Xiao Rong back.

"Yan Cang, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Sister Rongrong..."

"Then I'll go back first. You and Xiaoruan should be careful on the road." After Xiaorong and Yan Cang finished talking, they looked at Wang Fangruan again before leaving with their family.

"Well, bye, Sister Rongrong." Yan Cang looked at Xiao Rong's back and disappeared, then turned to look at Wang Fangruan. At this moment, Wang Fangruan lowered his head, and his usual smug smile was gone.

"Wang Fangruan, are you in a bad mood?" Yan Cang asked.

"You can see it, yet you still ask me?" Wang Fangruan waved the wooden ruler in his hand and placed it on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." Yan Cang was not in a very good mood at the moment. Her eyes felt a little sore, so her eyeballs were still a little red.

"What about you? What happened in the house?" Wang Fangruan asked as he took Yan Cang back.

"It was because of me that Mo Langqin was upset. He crushed the cup in anger, and that's why he got hurt..." Yan Cang always felt that she was too rude to offend Mo Langqin. Even though Mo Langqin said it was not her fault later, she still felt uncomfortable. "I haven't seen him since he left. What happened? Is he from the Wang family? Do you know about Wang Fangruan?"

"My great-grandmother left him behind, and my family didn't tell me anything else." Wang Fangruan shook his head. In his mind, the panic-stricken look of the deaf gardener today could not be erased.