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Ye Jian, with picturesque eyebrows and clear eyes, was at a loss like a child who was lost and could not find her way home, making Xia Jinyuan’s heartache painfully.

His Little Fox, his lover, had always longed for a home.
Therefore, she regarded Uncle Chen and Uncle Gen as her dearest relatives and loved ones.
With them, there would always be a home belonging to his Little Fox.

Now, with Sir Fu, his Little Fox had another “home.”

Holding her hand, Xia Jinyuan said in a low and steady voice, “Follow your own feelings, don’t be afraid, don’t get lost, believe in your guts.”


The old gentleman did not rush her.
His sight had never left Ye Jian since the moment he saw her.
He stood still, only nine steps away from Ye Jian, watching kindly and gently, waiting quietly for her to come over.

His walking was indeed a little inconvenient.
His legs were already old and weak, so he could only have the child come over to him.

Even if… Even if he didn’t know the girl’s name or where she came from, he already knew in his heart that that child was the child of the Fu Family.
She was the child of the Fu Family.

Just one glance at her, he knew that she was the Fu Family’s child.


 

“Don’t worry, come over and let grandpa take a good look.” The old gentleman said kindly again.
He was not anxious anymore because his good grandson had already found his grandchild.
He was no longer anxious, no longer worried, so he just stood there quietly waiting for her to come home.

His good grandson…had found his grandchild…great…great…

There was no sense of strangeness, no sense of alienation.
Where he stood, Ye Jian felt that she had actually grown up next to that old man.
It felt like every time she traveled, the old man would see her off with his cane.
It felt like every time she went home, the old man would stand on the nine-step stairs with his cane, waiting for her to come home.

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