The two people Jiang Fuyue had Hu Ben look into were already yielding results by the next day.
“Yueyue, your phone is ringing,” Han Yunru called out from the living room.
She had injured her hand and didn’t go to the store today.
Jiang Fuyue walked out of the dining room still holding a half-finished glass of milk, went over, picked up her phone—
“Hello?”
“Sister Yue, we found them. Those two are from the Imperial Capital. They just arrived in Linhuai yesterday. The detailed information has already been sent to your email.”
“Okay.” Ending the call, Jiang Fuyue tilted her head back and finished the rest of her milk, then headed upstairs.
She opened her laptop and logged into her email. A new message had arrived five minutes earlier—she clicked it open…
Meanwhile, in the living room, Han Yunru, who had been flipping through a baking tutorial, suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
She thought it was Jiang Da. He’d mentioned this morning that he might sneak back if he had free time at the store. But it wasn’t even 10 a.m. yet—wasn’t that a bit too early?
Helplessly, she muttered, “Husband, you can’t just—”
Before she could finish, her words abruptly stopped.
She stared, stunned, at the two men outside the door—one old, one young.
Han Qishan opened his mouth and softly called, “Little Ru…” His voice was light and gentle, as if any louder might scare her away.
If one listened carefully, there was a trace of nervousness and tremble in it.
Han Shen couldn’t help but call out too, “Little sister…”
Han Yunru’s lips pressed together, her unfamiliar gaze sweeping over the pair. “I’m sorry, who are you looking for?”
Han Qishan’s pupils contracted, and his old eyes turned moist with a wave of sorrow.
Han Shen fared slightly better, though he staggered a little as well.
Even though the father and son had mentally prepared themselves, facing the moment still proved difficult.
Someone once so dear to them now looked at them like strangers.
Han Shen exhaled deeply, eyes clear and fixed on her.
“Little Ru,” he said gently, “I’m your older brother.”
Han Qishan quickly added, a bit anxiously, “And I’m your father. Do you remember?”
Under their hopeful gazes, Han Yunru was first stunned, then slowly shook her head. Her thick lashes trembled slightly. “I’m sorry…”
“It’s alright,” Han Shen waved his hand slightly, then cautiously asked, “But… would you be willing to believe us?”
Han Yunru lowered her eyes, her lips pursed tightly. She didn’t respond.
Disappointment flickered across Han Qishan’s face.
Just then, Jiang Fuyue hurriedly came downstairs: “Mom, there’s something I need to tell you—”
Then she saw the father and son standing outside. In her hands was the report on them and the Han family.
Tch.
With Jiang Fuyue’s reminder, Han Yunru finally remembered to invite Han Qishan and Han Shen inside.
Han Shen quietly observed the interior. It was finely decorated, spacious, and bright. A wave of relief washed over him.
It looked like his sister was living well.
Han Qishan also glanced around, but his feelings were the opposite of his son’s.
The furniture wasn’t high-end. The decor was flashy but lacked personality. And that baking book lying face-down on the coffee table—was his daughter still cooking for herself?
“Please have a seat. Would you like water or tea?” Han Yunru asked.
“Water is fine.”
Han Yunru walked into the kitchen. Jiang Fuyue openly examined the two men.
Han Qishan hesitated before asking, “…You’re Yueyue, right?”
“Hello.” She gave a polite nod.
“Oh! I’m your maternal grandfather! That’s what you call it here, right? Or is it ‘waigong’?”
Jiang Fuyue didn’t respond to either title. She simply said, “Both are acceptable.”
The old man’s eyes dimmed slightly.
Han Shen sighed—his father was already so old, yet still trying to coax a young girl into calling him grandpa.
But this little girl was sharp. She smoothly sidestepped it without making things awkward—and shut him down at the same time.
“Hello, Yueyue. If your mother is willing to acknowledge us, then you should call me ‘uncle,’” he said, deliberately adding a condition.
Only then did Jiang Fuyue take a proper look at the middle-aged man before her. Handsome features, upright demeanor—he radiated a righteous air.
When their eyes met, he didn’t shy away or flinch.
“You look a lot like your mother.”
Han Shen actually looked more like Han Qishan, but the resemblance to Han Yunru was still traceable in his features.
“I’m her biological daughter—of course I do.”
The man let out a low chuckle. Only when Han Yunru came out of the kitchen with the glasses of water did he finally stop.
“Have some water.”
“Ah!” Han Qishan took it eagerly and drank a mouthful. To him, the water his daughter poured tasted sweeter than honey.
Han Shen: “…” That’s a bit much.
Under their gaze, Han Yunru sat down across from them and was silent for a moment. “I…”
Han Qishan immediately straightened up.
Han Shen also instinctively sat up straight.
She glanced at the two and pressed her lips together. “I don’t remember anything from the past.”
“That’s okay.”
“No problem.”
They both spoke at the same time.
Han Yunru was startled.
Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
“If you’ve forgotten the past, then so be it. Let’s start over,” Han Shen said gently, as if pouring all his life’s tenderness into that one sentence. “I’m the eldest brother—Han Shen. You also have a second brother, Han Ke, and a third brother, Han Heng.”
Old Han couldn’t sit still anymore. He furiously signaled to his son: What about me? Don’t forget me!
Han Shen twitched his mouth. “This is our father.”
“I’m Han Qishan,” the old man quickly added, trying to behave.
Han Yunru glanced at Han Shen, then let her gaze briefly flick past the old man before turning away.
They assumed she simply needed more time to adjust.
But Jiang Fuyue seemed to be thinking deeply.
“Little Ru, it was all my fault. I made you wander alone in the world for over twenty years with no one to depend on. I… I wronged you.” Han Qishan’s voice was heavy with sorrow, and his aged eyes turned red.
“Dad…” Han Shen felt a pang of discomfort, just about to say something when his father raised a hand to stop him.
“I know it’s too late to say anything now. The past twenty years are gone and can’t be undone. I don’t expect redemption—just a chance to make amends in what time I have left.”
Han Yunru kept her eyes lowered and didn’t speak.
Han Qishan humbled himself even further: “Little Ru, I know I was wrong. Would you be willing to come back to the Imperial Capital with me? You’re still the Han family’s only daughter. Whatever you want to do, your three brothers and I will support you unconditionally.”
Of course, that includes divorcing Jiang Da!
In Han Qishan’s mind, if his daughter hadn’t lost her memory, there was no way she’d have married someone like Jiang Da. She’d suffered silently for over two decades. Now that she could finally break free, he would treat her like a treasure and never let anyone bully her again.
Han Shen hadn’t expected his father to be this hasty. Without understanding the full picture, he was already trying to interfere in Han Yunru’s life.
This would only backfire!
Sure enough—
“Sorry, but are you really certain I’m your daughter?”
Han Qishan: “Absolutely! No doubt at all!”
Whether it was appearance, age, or the timing of her disappearance, everything matched. They didn’t even need a DNA test—just one glance and the instinctive blood bond couldn’t be faked.
“Even if I am, I’m not willing to go to the Imperial Capital.”
The old man froze. “…Why not? Don’t you want our family to be together again?”
Han Yunru replied, “My home is in Linhuai.”
“But—”
“Dad!” Han Shen quickly cut him off. “Little Ru has her own plans. Please don’t complicate things.”
“How is this complicating things? I’m just—”
Ding dong.
The doorbell rang again, cutting him off.
Jiang Fuyue got up to answer it.
“Yueyue, where’s your mom? She didn’t try doing chores, right? You better keep an eye on her. That cut on her hand shouldn’t touch water…” Jiang Da spoke while changing his shoes and setting down the groceries he’d brought home, chatting non-stop.
Suddenly, his gaze landed on a pair of unfamiliar men’s shoes by the door and paused. “Do we have guests?”
Jiang Fuyue nodded.
“Who? Neighbors again?”
Lately, when Jiang Da tested new dishes, the family got tired of eating them. Even Wu Qian gained ten pounds. With no one left to taste-test, he started inviting neighbors. Neighbors became friends, friends became fans.
Now and then, people would stop by—mostly for the food.
But this time…
Jiang Fuyue shook her head. “Not neighbors.”
“Then who?” Jiang Da asked, carrying the groceries into the living room.
He stopped in his tracks.
On the sofa sat an older and a younger man. When he walked in, the old man remained seated, calm as a mountain, while the younger one stood up and extended his hand. “Hello, I’m Han Shen.”
Jiang Da wasn’t used to this kind of formal handshake and looked dazed, unsure what to do.
Then came a disapproving “hmph” from the old man—as if displeased.
Jiang Da quickly shook the offered hand. “Sorry, I’m just not used to this…”
“No problem,” Han Shen replied with a gentle smile.
Jiang Da frowned. “Have we met before? You look a little familiar.”
“Yesterday at the hospital—outside the consultation room.”
“Oh—so it was you!”
But… how did he end up in their home? Jiang Da couldn’t help wondering.
