Going back to being twenty, taking her heartbroken son to a massage parlor.

The back mountain of Meijiang Village.

Beside the bamboo house.

The crackling firecracker debris covered the ground in red.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke.

A gentle breeze blew by, stirring up a few fallen leaves.

A banquet has been set up here today.

There weren't many people.

Su's father, Su Hai; Su's mother; Jiang's father and Jiang's mother.

And then there's Su Mu's unreliable brother-in-law, Jiang Quan.

Including Tao Yaoyao's grandfather.

Xu Gui, the so-called miracle doctor who descended from the mountain.

They were all close relatives. This meal had two purposes.

First, to welcome the real Jiang Yiyao.

Second, formally accept Tao Yaoyao.

Beside the large round table.

The elders were sitting together eating sunflower seeds.

Jiang Zijin crossed his legs and peeled peanuts in his hand.

Su Hai held his teacup, his gaze constantly drifting towards Xu Gui.

The old man was wearing coarse linen clothes.

White hair and a youthful face.

Sitting there, he exuded an ethereal, otherworldly aura.

It stands out starkly from the surrounding bustling, lively environment.

Su Hai couldn't contain his curiosity and leaned over to strike up a conversation.

"Old Master Xu."

"I have long admired your reputation."

"I've finally met a living god today."

Su Hai sighed and patted his knees.

"I'm almost seventy years old."

"My health has been deteriorating day by day these past few years."

"I get very out of breath just climbing a few stairs."

"He's really become an old man."

Su Hai looked on with a humble desire to learn.

"Could you please give me some pointers?"

"How can one be as robust as you?" "What's the secret to your longevity?"

Xu Gui put down his teacup.

He raised his hand and stroked the gray beard on his chin.

He looked around with an air of profound mystery.

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

Want to live a long life?

"It can be summarized in one sentence."

Everyone perked up their ears.

Even Jiang's father put down his chopsticks, ready to listen attentively.

Jiang Zijin also stopped peeling peanuts and craned his neck.

Xu Guiqing cleared his throat.

"Smoke more." "Drink more."

"Look at more beautiful women."

"Less worries."

The table was silent for a few seconds.

Su Hai almost spat out the mouthful of tea he had just drunk.

Jiang's father coughed repeatedly.

Su's mother's eyes widened.

Jiang Zijin sprayed the peanut crumbs from his mouth all over the ground.

What kind of miracle doctor's secret recipe is this?

Xu Guiquan pretended not to see the reactions of the crowd.

He reached into his pocket.

I pulled out the latest Huawei foldable phone. I expertly swiped the screen open.

"People!"

"A good mood naturally leads to a longer lifespan."

Xu Gui showed everyone his phone screen.

"I recently discovered a source of happiness."

"It's our Guoguo short drama."

"Goodness."

"A reversal every few seconds."

"Slap in the face."

"The male lead doesn't feel aggrieved at all."

"It felt amazing!"

"Watching a few episodes every day makes me feel completely refreshed."

"Reading this will make you live several years longer."

"Especially that notebook about the real and fake heiresses."

"That slap was hard."

"That felt so good."

Su Hai pulled out a piece of dough.

Jiang's father lowered his head and pretended to look for something.

This miracle doctor.

That's really down-to-earth.

Jiang Zijin gave a thumbs up, suppressing a laugh.

"Grandpa, your health regimen is amazing!"

"I'll try downloading Guoguo Short Drama sometime." The kitchen curtain was lifted.

Accompanied by a crisp sound of porcelain colliding.

Su Mu came out carrying two plates.

Tao Yaoyao and Jiang Yiyao followed closely behind.

The three of them were each carrying a freshly mixed cold dish.

Su Mu placed the plate on the table.

The bright green cucumber chunks are garnished with red chili rings.

It's drizzled with sesame oil and aged vinegar.

"Come, come, come."

"Try my appetizer."

"Cucumber salad".

"We can start eating when the children come back in a little while." Tao Yaoyao was dressed in an elegant Hanfu.

He pushed the blue-and-white porcelain plate in his hand to the center of the table.

The plate contains neatly cut pieces of peach.

"This is a cold peach salad I made."

"Refreshing and sweet, not greasy at all."

Jiang Yiyao was carrying a plate of bright red tomatoes.

Place the crescent-shaped tomato slices on top.

A thick layer of white sugar was sprinkled on top.

The sugar granules are crystal clear.

She placed the plate closest to the outside.

Jiang Yiyao's eyes revealed tenderness.

"My daughter loves sweets." "She can easily reach them from this spot."

Su Mu pulled out a chair and sat down.

Looking at that plate of tomatoes.

"Su Zhiling has had a sweet tooth since she was little."

"So many years have passed."

"Only she, as the biological mother, could do that."

"And that pink-haired girl remembers her taste."

Jiang Yiyao paused, her hand holding the chopsticks still.

Looking down at the plate of tomatoes, tears welled up in her eyes.

The past decade or so that we missed.

She owes her daughter too much.

Outside the bamboo house courtyard. The mountain path winds its way through.

Shang Xiuyan sported a striking head of long pink hair.

Wearing sneakers, he grabbed Su Zhiling's arm and walked upstairs.

Su Zhiling was panting heavily as she walked.

The stray hairs on his forehead were damp with sweat and clung to his cheeks.

"Stepmother."

"Slow down."

Su Zhiling wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Why do you think my dad sent us to this desolate place?"

"So mysterious."

"They couldn't even send a clear address."

Shang Xiuyan stopped and looked around.

It is surrounded by bamboo forests.

Beautiful scenery.

The birdsong was clear and melodious.

Occasionally, a mountain breeze would blow by, rustling the bamboo leaves.

Shang Xiuyan snapped her fingers.

"I understand."

"Your dad is keeping a mistress in a gilded cage."

Shang Xiuyan pointed to the bamboo house in front of her.

"The air here is fresh and the environment is quiet."

"It's definitely a place he prepared for his concubines to nurture their pregnancies."

Su Zhiling rolled her eyes. "Stepmother."

"It's a shame you don't use your imagination to write short dramas."

"Don't you know my dad?"

"He wouldn't have the guts."

"That's completely unreliable."

Shang Xiuyan chuckled.

"Men, who can say for sure?"

The two pushed open the slightly ajar wooden door to the courtyard.

The wooden door creaked and scraped.

Stepping into the courtyard.

Su Zhiling raised her head.

She stopped abruptly in her tracks, staring straight ahead.

Su Mu stood by the table.

Two women were standing beside him.

The one on the left is wearing Hanfu.

She possesses an ethereal and otherworldly air.

She was so dignified, like a figure in a painting.

The one on the right.

Wearing simple casual clothes.

He turned his head to look at her.

That face.

Su Zhiling was very familiar with it.

But she hadn't seen that look in those eyes for far too long. There was no scheming.

There was no impatience.

There was no condescending disdain.

There was only overflowing, almost overflowing love.

So gentle it can melt your heart.

Jiang Yiyao looked at her daughter.

Her eyes were red-rimmed.

His lips trembled slightly.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

It only took half a step forward.

Su Zhiling felt a lump in her throat.

For some reason, tears started falling unexpectedly. "Mom!"

......

Ten minutes later.

The emotions in the courtyard gradually calmed down.

Su Zhiling sat on a round stool.

He held his head in his hands.

The person is completely out of control.

The real and fake Jiang Yiyao.

More than a decade of deception.

Too much information.

Her mind was buzzing.

"Why does this world feel so unreal?" Su Zhiling murmured to herself.

the other side.

Shang Xiuyan and Tao Yaoyao have become very close.

This pink-haired girl is a social butterfly.

He has mastered the art of being an instant friend.

The two held hands.

From the style of Hanfu to the secrets of its maintenance.

They hit it off incredibly well.

It's highly likely that their shared identity as stepmothers gave them a natural understanding.

Shang Xiuyan touched the embroidery on Tao Yaoyao's clothes.

"This material is really good. Take me to have a set made sometime."

Tao Yaoyao smiled and nodded. "Okay, I know a master craftsman whose skills are superb."

At the other end of the dining table.

The atmosphere, however, was not so harmonious.

Jiang Yiyao's fingers pinched the soft flesh on the inside of Su Mu's arm.

Twist it hard.

Su Mu gasped in pain.

But they dared not hide.

Jiang Yiyao gritted her teeth and glanced at Shang Xiuyan.

"Another one?"

"Su Mu".

"You've had a pretty comfortable life these past ten years or so."

Su Mu chuckled and nodded repeatedly.

"Why."

"These are all close female friends."

"But this is a special case."

Jiang Yiyao increased the pressure on her hand.

"Is there anything else?"

Give me a clear explanation.

Su Mu grimaced in pain.

My mind was racing.

Xia Qingwu?

Liao Feiyue?

He hesitated for a moment. His gaze shifted.

"should……"

"That's all, right?"