Chapter 495: The Truth Isn’t Important

Mrs. Qin was quite surprised to see him running over, but she didn’t speak first.

"Ma’am, my grandmother has something she’d like to ask you. Could you please come over there again?"

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

Mrs. Qin thought for a moment, then nodded. "Alright."

She walked with Rong Jun over to the silver-haired old woman.

The silver-haired old woman was clearly much more emotional this time.

"Excuse me, may I ask where that young lady’s parents are?"

Mrs. Qin looked at her. "And why is that?"

Before the old woman could speak, Rong Jun, who was standing beside her, quickly explained, "That young lady from before looks a bit like my grandaunt. One of the reasons my grandmother came to the mainland this time was to find her long-lost grandaunt, or her descendants."

Mrs. Qin: ...?

She couldn’t recall her in-laws having any relatives in Xiangjiang.

It was a good thing they were only showing up now. If this had happened in the past, having such a connection wouldn’t necessarily have been a good thing.

"My in-law is right over there. I’ll call her over so you can ask."

She pointed in Mrs. Fu’s direction.

Rong Jun looked where she was pointing and immediately said, "I’ll go get her."

He quickly ran over to Mrs. Fu.

He didn’t mention they were looking for a relative. Instead, he said earnestly, "Ma’am, my grandmother has something to ask you. Would you mind coming over for a moment?"

Mrs. Fu found this rather baffling.

’Do I even know them?’

However, seeing that her son’s mother-in-law was also over there, she thought for a moment and nodded.

Then she followed the young man over.

Once she got there, she first whispered to Mrs. Qin, "What’s all this about?"

The silver-haired old woman, Old Mrs. Rong, stared intently at Mrs. Fu.

Mrs. Fu felt very uncomfortable under her gaze.

’Why is this person staring at me like that?’

"This is Old Mrs. Rong, from Xiangjiang. She’s looking for her younger sister, or her sister’s descendants. She says Mingxue looks a bit like her."

Mrs. Fu: ?...

"I’m sorry, but our family has no relatives in Xiangjiang."

Her family were authentic, local country folk.

For generations, they had scraped a living from the same plot of land in the same village.

They had a pure and proper background.

Old Mrs. Rong asked urgently, "Don’t you know Qi Yishu?"

Mrs. Fu shook her head. "I don’t. That name isn’t in my family or my husband’s."

Old Mrs. Rong pulled an old photograph from the folds of her clothing.

"Look at this. This was my sister back in the day. See? Doesn’t she look an awful lot like your daughter?"

Mrs. Fu took the old black-and-white photo.

She studied it from every angle.

’A strong resemblance? I really can’t see it.’

’Except for the eyes... maybe—yes, they are actually quite similar.’

"Plenty of people in this world look alike. I’m certain I was born to my own mother, and my husband—was born to my mother-in-law."

’Back in the old days, who would raise a child that wasn’t their own?’

’Food rations for a family were already stretched to the limit.’

’Forget my family, just look at how stingy the Fu family is—would they really raise someone else’s child?’

’Impossible—’

’Wait, then why was the Fu family so awful to Mingxue’s father?’

Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

’Could it be that Mingxue’s dad really wasn’t a son of the Fu family?’

’No, that’s impossible—’

She couldn’t help but look at the young man. And now that she thought about it, there was a slight resemblance in his eyes to her late husband.

"What was your mother-in-law’s name? Can we find somewhere to talk properly?"

For some reason, Old Mrs. Rong had a strong feeling—that young woman from before had to be her sister’s descendant.

"My mother-in-law was born and raised in Pingkou Town. She couldn’t possibly be your sister, and she looks nothing like the person in that photograph. My husband was my mother-in-law’s second son. I don’t think... You’ve definitely got the wrong people."

Mrs. Fu didn’t really want to discuss it.

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

Some truths were no longer important.

Most importantly, she didn’t want any upheavals in her life now.