Mrs. Wang was cooking in the kitchen, when she heard a knock on the door, she looked into the courtyard, turned off the fire on the stove, and asked, "Who?" ”

"Hello, Aunt Wang? I am Ji Yunting, Zhang Xiaohui's son! Ji Yunting was busy reporting to his home.

Mrs. Wang sighed, put down the spatula, grabbed the apron tied around her waist, wiped her hands, walked out of the kitchen, and said with a smile: "Come in, the door is not locked." ”

Ji Yunting pushed open half of the door and walked into the courtyard with his feet, just in time to meet the gaze of the old lady Wang, both of them were stunned, and the familiar feeling lingered in each other's hearts, but in the end, Ji Yunting reacted first and recognized the old lady in front of him.

"Are you Ruotong's grandmother, Mrs. Wang? We met at Kyoto Hongfeng Hospital! Ji Yunting was surprised.

Mrs. Wang also remembered, no wonder she felt that this young man looked so familiar, and her feelings were the boss of her granddaughter Jiang Ruotong's company!

"You're the boss of our Hitomi, aren't you? This...... It's also too coincidental. Mrs. Wang was very surprised.

Ji Yunting said yes with a smile, and asked about her physical condition, after all, Mrs. Wang went to Kyoto Hongfeng Hospital for heart surgery before, and he knew about it.

Mrs. Wang nodded and said that it was all right, and invited him into the living room to sit.

After Ji Yunting sat down, she remembered that the fire in the kitchen had not been turned off, so she hurriedly asked Ji Yunting to wait for her for a while, and after extinguishing the fire on the stove, she returned and prepared to boil water and make tea to entertain the other party.

Ji Yunting smiled and said that let Mrs. Wang stop working, just drink a glass of water.

Suicheng is the south, and the southerners, especially the Chaoshan people, especially like to drink kung fu tea, and the hospitality that is ushered in on weekdays is also to invite guests to drink tea.

Although Ji Yunting was polite, Mrs. Wang was not too casual, she still boiled the water, put the tea leaves into the tea cup, and prepared to make kung fu tea to entertain the guests.

While waiting for the boiling water to boil, Mrs. Wang took the initiative to ask Ji Yunting's intention.

She wanted to find out the purpose of the other party's desire to understand the abandoned baby girl back then.

Zhang Xiaohui said that she herself was entrusted by others, this person refers to the biological mother who abandoned Jiang Ruotong back then, so why didn't this biological mother who abandoned the child come to find her, but Ruotong's boss, Zhang Xiaohui's son, came over?

Mrs. Wang didn't know what kind of relationship these people had, and it was impossible for her to talk easily until she understood it clearly.

Ji Yunting didn't hide it anymore, in fact, the moment he recognized Aunt Wang as Jiang Ruotong's grandmother, he suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment in his mind, and he already had an answer in his heart, but now this answer needs to be confirmed by Mrs. Wang.

Ji Yunting told Mrs. Wang the truth, saying that the woman who was abandoned at the gate of Angel's orphanage was the biological mother of the baby girl and his Ji Yunting's biological mother.

Old Mrs. Wang was shocked, staring at Ji Yunting with wide eyes, thinking, then this young man in front of her is Hitomi's own brother?!

Ji Yunting smiled bitterly and said, "I was only five years old when I was adopted, and I was adopted by Song Meixin, and my current parents are my adoptive parents.

Song Meixin also gave birth to a daughter after that, and abandoned that daughter at the door of the orphanage, I only found out not long ago.

Old lady, I'm not here for Song Meixin, my visit this time is only on behalf of myself, I want to recognize her simply as an older brother! ”

Mrs. Wang didn't know what words to use to describe her mood at this time.

She almost couldn't imagine what kind of hard-hearted woman named Song Meixin was, how could she abandon her biological child again and again?

Her lips trembled slightly, and she muttered, "Did she really encounter any unavoidable hardships back then?" ”

Mrs. Wang still remembers the note she saw in her infancy, which said that she had a last resort and could not afford to raise the child, so she put the child at the door of the orphanage.

Ji Yunting's face was full of mocking smiles, and he shook his head and said, "The last resort? Hehe, that's just an excuse for that woman to be selfish and irresponsible. ”

Speaking of this, Ji Yunting thought of the robbery accident that happened in Guoxin City five years ago, and thought of the Chinese girl who saved him, so he tentatively asked Mrs. Wang: "Old lady, is Ruotong my sister?" ”

Mrs. Wang's face changed slightly, her hand that was brewing tea shook slightly, the tea in the tea cup spilled, she was burned to her fingers, and the condition was taken back.

Ji Yunting saw all this in his eyes, and he already had the answer in his heart.

He unhurriedly told Mrs. Wang what happened in New York City five years ago, and talked about the subtle emotional bond between him, the boss, and the artist after Jiang Ruotong entered the industry.

“...... Maybe everything is arranged in the dark, and when I saw Ruotong in a trance at the moment before I was stabbed in the country and fell unconscious, I had the feeling of meeting an old friend.

Later, I saw a lot of similarities with me in Ruotong, and I felt very close to her psychologically, which is why I took extra care of Ruotong and was willing to escort her and make her popular.

Old lady, please tell me something, if Hitomi is my own sister, right? Ji Yunting stared at Old Lady Wang and asked.

Mrs. Wang's eyes were red, but she didn't hide it anymore, nodded and said, "That's right, Hitomi is indeed not my own granddaughter, back then, I returned to the door of Angel's orphanage after taking care of my granddaughter's funeral......"

Ji Yunting patiently listened to Mrs. Wang explain the causes and consequences of adopting Jiang Ruotong back then, and her fingers holding the teacup couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Mrs. Wang's face was already full of tears, and she said intermittently: "I transferred the grief of losing my daughter and son-in-law, the loss of my granddaughter, and the love for them to Hitomi, and I sincerely took care of that child as my blood relatives to take care of and cultivate."

I named her Wakatomi. If Hitomi, if Hitomi, I love her like my eyes.

I once thought about the old woman, when Ruotong grew up, I would tell her the secret of her life experience, but that child, with a sensitive personality and a strong look, in fact, she is very soft in her heart, very kind, and has some inferiority complex, I am worried that she will not be able to accept it, so I have been hiding it.

But there are some things that I also understand that paper will never contain the fire, what should happen will still happen, and what should come will still come.

When I heard that a noble lady was looking for a baby girl who had been abandoned at the door of the orphanage twenty-two years ago, I knew it was time to tell Hitomi the truth. ”