A young boy from the 1970s, separated from his family, fled famine and led his younger brother into

That cry of "Grandma," filled with deep affection and a hint of grievance, was like a warm current that melted everything, instantly shattering Lin Huilan's already wounded heart.

"Oh! Oh! My dear grandson!"

Lin Huilan no longer cared about her demeanor or poise. She was like an ordinary old lady who had lost something and found it again, holding her precious child and crying uncontrollably.

All the sadness, longing, and pain that had been suppressed for three years were finally released in this moment.

In the living room, everyone who witnessed this deeply moving scene unconsciously had tears in their eyes.

Zhou Yayun covered her mouth, turned her back, and secretly wiped away her tears.

Even Lu Zhenguo and Gu Wanjun, two tough guys who shed blood but not tears on the battlefield, had tears in their eyes at this moment.

Only land-based boats.

He remained standing in the corner like a cold sculpture.

His gaze swept over the grandfather and grandson embracing and weeping, over the excited Gu Wanjun, and finally landed on Lu Nianci, who had been standing quietly to the side like an outsider from beginning to end.

He saw a genuine, relieved smile on the little girl's face.

But he also saw a fleeting look of deep loneliness and solitude in the depths of her clear eyes.

It's like a rag doll that's been abandoned in a corner.

Lu Xingzhou felt a sudden, inexplicable pang in his heart.

He recalled the harsh words he had said to her the night before.

He remembered the way she cried her heart out in his arms.

For the first time, he began to waver slightly in his otherwise unwavering judgment.

perhaps……

Perhaps he really did misunderstand her?

……

After a long while, Lin Huilan's emotions calmed down a little.

She held Gu Wangbei's small hand, unable to get enough of looking at him, touching here to see if he had lost weight, and checking there if he was injured.

The precious love that had been lost and then found moved everyone present.

Gu Wanjun also snapped out of his euphoria.

He walked up to Lu Zhenguo, extended his large, calloused hand, and firmly grasped Lu Zhenguo's hand.

"Zhenguo!"

His voice still trembled slightly from excessive excitement.

"I am deeply grateful!"

"You and your siblings preserved our family's only bloodline!"

"I, Gu Wanjun, and the entire Gu family will never forget this kindness!"

As he spoke, this founding father, who had spent his life in the military and made outstanding contributions, actually bowed deeply to Lu Zhenguo, who was nearly twenty years younger than him!

"No! No, you mustn't, old commander!"

Lu Zhenguo was so startled by this unexpected gift that he almost lost his mind!

He rushed forward to help him up, but Gu Wanjun stubbornly insisted on completing this weighty ceremony.

"No!"

He straightened up, his sharp eyes fixed on Lu Zhenguo, and said, word by word, "You deserve this bow!"

"You not only saved my grandson!"

"You even saved this old man's life!"

After saying that, he turned around and cast his grateful and approving gaze at Lu Nianci, who had been standing silently in the corner.

"And you."

He strode steadily toward Lu Nianci.

His tall figure loomed over her like a mountain.

But Lu Nianci showed no fear whatsoever.

She simply raised her head and met the gaze of this living legend with her clear and calm eyes.

"What a lovely little girl!"

Looking at her composed and unassuming gaze and her mature demeanor that belied her age, Gu Wanjun couldn't help but secretly applaud her!

"I heard everything from Zhenguo."

He crouched down, bringing his imposing gaze to the same level as hers.

His voice was no longer filled with the excitement he felt when facing Lu Zhenguo, but rather with the gentleness and affection of an elder towards a younger generation.

"It was you who braved all the hardships and led my grandson from Henan to this place."

"You gave him hope to live when he was at his most desperate and helpless."

"It was you who used your frail shoulders to hold up the sky for him."

"My child," his voice was filled with sincere gratitude, "we, the Gu family, owe you so much."

Lu Nianci looked at the old man in front of her, whose hair and beard were all white, but who still exuded an imposing aura.

She shook her head and said softly, "Grandpa Gu, you're too kind."

"He is my younger brother."

"Protecting him is what I, as his older sister, should do."

Her voice was soft and gentle, but her sense of responsibility moved everyone present.

"What a convenient excuse for 'it's what we should do'!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Wanjun burst into laughter!

The laughter was hearty and full of satisfaction!

"Zhenguo!" he turned to Lu Zhenguo and said loudly, "You've not only raised a fine son!"

"You've adopted a wonderful daughter!"

"Brother Su, if your spirit is watching over us, you can rest in peace now!"

When Lu Zhenguo mentioned his comrade-in-arms who had long since sacrificed his life, his eyes reddened again.

Yes.

If Wei Guo could see how outstanding and excellent his daughter has become, how happy and proud he would be.

"Alright, alright, stop standing there."

Zhou Yayun wiped away her tears and stepped forward to greet them, saying, "Old Chief, Sister Lin, you've come all this way, you must be tired and hungry."

"Quickly, everyone sit down and rest your feet."

"I'll go cook for you right away!"

As she spoke, she headed towards the kitchen.

"Oh, sister-in-law, there's no need to trouble yourself." Lin Huilan quickly pulled her back.

She took Gu Wangbei's hand and led him to sit down on the sofa. Then she waved to Lu Nianci, who had been standing in the corner.

"Child, come here."

Her voice was gentle and kind.

Lu Nianci hesitated for a moment, but still took a step and walked over.

Lin Huilan pulled her to sit next to her.

One was her own grandson, and the other was her grandson's savior.

She held one in her left hand and another in her right, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction and gratitude.

"My child, you've suffered so much these past years."

Lin Huilan looked at Lu Nianci's face, which still looked somewhat thin despite a period of recuperation, and her small hands, which had some faint scars from years of hard work, and felt a pang of pain in her heart.

"It won't happen again."

She gently stroked Lu Nianci's hair with her warm hands and promised, word by word, "With Grandma here, I will never let anyone bully you again."

"From today onwards, you are my granddaughter, Lin Huilan's granddaughter!"

"Whatever Wang Bei has, you will have too!"

Her words were powerful and resounding!

This is a promise from the matriarch of one of the most powerful and influential families in China!

Everyone present knew the weight of this promise!

Lu Zhenguo and Zhou Yayun smiled with relief.

A complex light flashed in Lu Xingzhou's cold eyes.

Only Lu Nianci.

When she heard this promise, which would have made anyone ecstatic, she felt not a ripple of emotion whatsoever.

Her own granddaughter?

She doesn't need it.

All she wanted was to get her younger brother back.

"Grandma," she looked up into Lin Huilan's kind eyes and asked a question that everyone cared about but dared not ask.

"What exactly happened back then?"

Why did my uncle and aunt have an accident?

"Why did Little Stone... no, I mean Brother Wangbei, end up in that small mountain village in Henan?"

Her words were like the sharpest knife, instantly tearing open the wound that had just begun to heal!

The atmosphere in the living room, which had just eased up, instantly became incredibly heavy again!

Lin Huilan's face drained of all color.

Gu Wanjun's eyes, which had just shown a hint of a smile, were instantly replaced by endless sorrow and overwhelming hatred!