Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

These were just casual remarks, which left Lu Ming stunned.

Sis, you're something else! How did you come up with such a dramatic idea?

Lu Luozhi remained unmoved.

It's nothing, it's just that I watch too many live streams by certain lawyers, and there are so many dramatic stories that they can just blurt out anything.

However, this complicated, melodramatic, and morally questionable relationship made Ying Yuchuan frown.

"...Is this how dramatic the gossip is in the village?"

"Yeah, they have all sorts of melodramatic stories."

She eagerly brought the plate of fried sweet potato cakes to him. "Try them, they're freshly fried and delicious. This is dough I made with sweet potatoes and glutinous rice flour, and it's filled with sesame seeds and sugar."

He glanced at the golden-brown sweet potato pancakes, and under her gaze, he reached out, took one, and took a bite.

The sweet potato flavor, the soft and chewy dough, and the sugar melted into syrup, slowly flowing out with black sesame seeds.

The sweet taste surprised him slightly.

This was Ying Yuchuan's first time eating sweet potato cakes. She never expected that such an unassuming cake could be made so delicious.

She smiled brightly, like sunshine. "It's delicious, isn't it? My grandma taught me how to make it."

"tasty."

He nodded and held the sweet potato pancake to her lips, "You eat some too."

She took a bite with a smile.

The two of them were all lovey-dovey, while a 1,000-volt light bulb was nearby. Lu Mingshi, the blond-haired guy, also took a sweet potato pancake, shook his head, and sighed as he spoke.

"Sister, shouldn't I be under the car instead of inside the house?"

Why is his pancake sour?

Oh, he must have smelled the stench of love.

Lu Luozhi: "You know about this, why don't you go away?"

"I'm not leaving, I still need to start the fire."

This guy.

Lu Luozhi smiled and pulled Ying Yuchuan out of the kitchen. "You can fry the rest of the pancakes. Let's go."

Don't you have any other simpler clothes?

When they arrived in the living room, she asked him.

His clothes are really not suitable for wearing in the village.

The two sets of clothes she bought for him haven't dried yet after washing.

"These are pretty much all the clothes I brought."

His wardrobe was full of almost identical clothes; there weren't even any shorts-style pajamas, let alone other clothes.

She tilted her head and thought for a few seconds.

He can't go out wearing these clothes. Rich and good-looking men are highly sought after, and even if he's married, there will be women who don't care about him throwing themselves at him.

She can't take that risk.

"Come up here, I'll find some of Huang Mao's old clothes for you to wear."

The two went up to the second floor one after the other.

There are three rooms on the second floor. The siblings have one room, and the third room is always locked. Lu Mingshi has put some of her old summer clothes in this room.

Lu Luozhi opened the door to the room.

Ying Yuchuan looked inside. The room contained only a cabinet and a desk; nothing else. The curtains were drawn, and sunlight streamed into the empty room.

It seems like no one has come in for years.

"This used to be my parents' room."

She explained, and went to the wardrobe, rummaging through Lu Mingshi's old clothes.

Thinking to myself, I need to buy him a few more outfits.

Ying Yuchuan noticed that on one wall hung four black-and-white portraits of the deceased, two men and two women, one young and one old.

Although twenty years had passed, Ying Yuchuan recognized them at a glance; the kind-faced old people were Lu Luozhi's grandparents.

The elderly couple who went to great lengths to save him.

This glance came almost a decade or more late.

Ying Yuchuan stared at them intently, as if he were looking at two long-lost old friends.

I'm sorry I'm only coming to see you now.

I hope you won't blame me.

"These are my parents."

Lu Luozhi, having found the clothes, came to his side and pointed to the young couple in the photo.

The man was tall and thin with regular features, while the woman had shoulder-length hair and a bright smile; both of them possessed the simplicity and genuine charm of that era.

He looked to be only around thirty years old.

Ying Yuchuan was somewhat puzzled because they didn't look quite like Lu Luozhi.

Lu Mingshi's eyebrows and eyes bear some resemblance to theirs, but Lu Luozhi doesn't look much like them.

She has a round, oval face with dimples, unlike her husband and her mother, who are both petite.

She doesn't resemble Grandpa Lu or the others.

The only similarity is to Grandma Lu's round face.

When is Grandma's 100th day?

he asks.

"the day after tomorrow."

He nodded. "Is there anything I can prepare?"

This is his grandson-in-law's first visit, and it's such an important day, so we have to make sure it's a grand occasion.

"No need, I'll take care of it."

She has learned how to pay respects to her deceased relatives on important days.

She understands all the procedures.

"Look at my mom, isn't she beautiful?"

She pointed to the woman in the photo and smiled, "I'm her darling. Even after Luming was born, she still doted on me the most."

"pretty."

A woman with gentle eyes and brows is also a kind and good woman at heart.

"Don't you think I look a little different from them?"

Suddenly, she asked him this question.

He had only wondered about this in his mind and had no intention of asking it, but she brought it up on her own initiative.

Ying Yuchuan stared at her face for a few seconds, then looked at the photos on the wall.

"A little."

She grinned, glanced at him thoughtfully, and said, "Ying Yuchuan, can I tell you something?"

She kept this matter to herself, thinking that if he could find her, she would tell him.

Given their relationship, it wouldn't be good to keep it a secret any longer.

Now is the perfect time to talk about this.

Her tone was relaxed, and Ying Yuchuan didn't seem to care much, assuming she was just going to tell him a funny story from her childhood. He nodded, "Okay, go ahead."

Her bright eyes darted around, "Actually, you still smell a bit."

In just one second, Ying Yuchuan's relaxed expression froze instantly.

He pursed his lips, his face darkening slightly. "I'll go wash again!"

This time, I won't stop until I've thoroughly cleaned myself up.

Damn it, why is this stench so hard to get rid of!

He turned to leave, but Lu Luozhi quickly grabbed him. "I was just kidding. You don't actually smell at all; you smell quite nice."

She spoke in a teasing tone, "I just wanted to ease the tension. What I really want to tell you is that I'm not actually the Lu family's biological child. My parents found me when I was one month old."

These unexpected words made Ying Yuchuan turn around quickly.

He stared at her in shock and disbelief.

Lu Luozhi returned the smile with a serious and earnest expression.

She nodded. "Yes, I was adopted by my parents. You heard me right. So I am not the biological child of the Lu family. Only my parents and grandparents know this."

"My parents were working in another city at the time. When I was eight months pregnant, an accident happened and the baby died prematurely."

They happened to find me under a tree in a park, just a few days after I was born. They took me home and raised me as their own child. The villagers didn't know this and thought I was their biological child.

"However, Ying Yuchuan,"

She gazed at him intently with her eyes:

"The fact that you chased me all the way here shows your sincerity. You're a good man, so I don't want to hide it from you anymore. This is the biggest secret I've kept from you: I, Lu Luozhi, am not Lu Mingshi's biological sister."