Reborn in the 1980s, remarried and followed a soldier, the ungrateful wretch cried with regret.

Chapter 495 The Truth Doesn't Matter
Qin's mother was quite surprised to see him running over, but she didn't say anything first.

"Auntie, my grandma has something she wants to ask you. Could you please go over there again?"

Rong Jun was very polite this time, and his tone was very sincere.

After thinking for a moment, Qin's mother nodded: "Okay."

She and Rong Jun walked up to the silver-haired old woman.

The elderly woman with silver hair was noticeably more excited this time.

"Excuse me, may I ask where the young lady's parents are?"

Qin's mother looked at her, "Why?"

Before the silver-haired old woman could speak, Rong Jun quickly explained, "That young lady just now looks a bit like my great-aunt. My grandmother came to the mainland this time for another reason, which is to find her long-lost great-aunt or her descendants."

Qin's mother: ...?
She didn't remember her in-laws having any relatives in Hong Kong.

It's fortunate that these two came looking for us now; if it were in the past, such a marriage might not have been a good thing.

“My in-laws are over there. I’ll call her over so you can ask them.”

She pointed in the direction of Fu's mother.

Rong Jun looked in the direction she was pointing and immediately said, "I'll go call them."

He ran quickly to Fu's mother.

Instead of mentioning finding relatives, she said sincerely, "Auntie, my grandmother needs your help. Could you please come over?"

When Fu's mother heard this, she felt somewhat confused.

Does she know them?

However, seeing her in-laws there, she thought for a moment and nodded.

Then she followed the young man.

After walking over, he first asked Qin's mother in a low voice, "Father-in-law, what's going on?"

The silver-haired old woman, also known as Granny Rong, stared intently at Fu's mother.

Fu's mother felt very uncomfortable being stared at.

Why is this person staring at her like that?
“This elderly lady, Mrs. Rong, is from Hong Kong. She wants to find her sister or her sister’s descendants. She said that Mingxue looks a bit like her sister.”

Mother Fu: ? ...

"I'm sorry, we don't have any relatives in Hong Kong."

Her family are true-blue country folk. For generations, they've made their living by farming that piece of land in that village.

They have impeccable political backgrounds.

Grandma Rong asked anxiously, "Don't you know Qi Yishu?"

Mrs. Fu shook her head, "I don't know it. Neither my family nor my husband's family has that name."

Grandma Rong took out an old photograph from her bosom.

"Look at this, that's my little sister from back then. Doesn't she look a lot like your daughter?"

Fu's mother took the old black and white photo.

Look left and look right.

Looks alike? I really can't tell.

It's just that their eyebrows and eyes look similar—they really do resemble each other quite a bit.

“There are many people in this world who look alike. I’m sure I’m my mother’s biological son, and my husband is my mother-in-law’s biological son.”

In the old days, who would raise a child who wasn't their own?

That family was struggling to make ends meet.

Let alone her family, the Fu family is so stingy—would they raise someone else's child?

Impossible—
Wait, why is the Fu family so mean to Mingxue's father?
Thinking of this, my heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that Mingxue's father is really not the son of the Fu family?

That's impossible!
She couldn't help but look at the young man, and to be honest, his features did resemble her dead husband's somewhat.

"What's your mother-in-law's name? Can we find a place to talk about it in detail?"

For some reason, Grandma Rong had a feeling that the little girl from earlier must be a descendant of her sister.

“My mother-in-law is a native of Pingkou Town. She can't possibly be your sister, and she looks completely different from the person in the photo. My husband is my mother-in-law's second son. I don't think this is true; you must have the wrong person.”

Fu's mother wasn't really keen on talking about it.

After all, her husband has been dead for so many years.

Some truths don't matter.

Most importantly, she doesn't want any disruptions to her current life.

(End of this chapter)