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Chapter 795: Chapter 779: The Young Man Who Grew Up Chapter 795: Chapter 779: The Young Man Who Grew Up “I gave him a choice between himself and Sisi?”

“He chose himself.”

Zhang Chongcao laughed heartily, no need to guess, she already knew what kind of person Gao Peng was.

When he was in her heart, everything about him seemed perfect.

She was fully aware of the man’s flaws, and yet she still liked him, willingly, not making him do anything, allowing him to live like a lord.

But when love was gone, that’s when she truly understood what selfishness meant.

Compared to Tang Zhijun, he was unworthy even to carry Tang Zhijun’s shoes.

“Yes,” Wang Zitan nodded, “that’s exactly it, he chose himself.”

“Does Sisi know about this?” Zhang Xiangcao asked Wang Zitan.

She had never intended to tell her daughter, but she was still uneasy about this matter when Wang Zitan had already handled it.

“She knows,” Wang Zitan didn’t keep Tang Sisi in the dark.

When Tang Yuxin told him about it that evening, he immediately conveyed it to Tang Sisi.

After all, this was about Tang Sisi’s biological father, and some matters required Tang Sisi to decide for herself.

To Tang Sisi, the thought of acknowledging that man as her father had never crossed her mind.

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She claimed that her father was Tang Zhijun, she was Tang Zhijun’s daughter, and she didn’t recognize anyone named Gao Peng or Gao someone.

It was then that Wang Zitan took action against Gao Peng.

Of course, he showed some mercy for Tang Sisi’s sake, leaving Gao Peng with some assets.

As long as Gao Peng didn’t harbor any schemes against his wife and son, those assets would be enough to sustain him for a lifetime.

This was him being merciful.

If it weren’t for Tang Sisi’s connection, if he were to really take action, Gao Peng would have been in jail already, eating prison food for the rest of his life.

Could he even be out and breathing the air of freedom?

“Mom, don’t worry, it’s all settled.”

Wang Zitan consoled Zhang Xiangcao, “Everything has been taken care of.

He won’t come over again.

He doesn’t even dare to show his face to you all.”

“That’s good,” Zhang Xiangcao truly heaved a sigh of relief, feeling as if a huge stone that had been pressing on her chest disappeared all at once, and she could finally let go of her worries.

What she feared the most was Gao Peng eyeing Tang Guosi.

Now, she didn’t ask for anything but the peace and safety of her daughter and grandson for their lifetimes.

With Gao Peng out of the picture, Zhang Xiangcao’s mood lifted instantly, no longer restless as before.

When she had time, she would knit sweaters for the children.

Her knitting was soft and attractive, and the children all loved them very much.

“Let’s go, we’re off to play,” Zhang Xiangcao dressed the two children in the sweaters she had knitted.

The kids had grown a bit but were still round and plump.

Zhang Xiangcao and the nanny each held one.

The twins, looking exactly alike, were quite famous locally.

They seemed to be naturally gifted with attracting attention everywhere they went, like little stars, making everyone who saw them want to take a second glance.

While Zhang Xiangcao and the children played, a car stopped not far from them, and a young man got out.

This man, who had a gentle appearance and wore metal-framed glasses, gave off a vibe of being both cultivated and shrewd.

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He was dressed in a slate-gray suit which didn’t look dull but added a casual and carefree touch to the formally dressed man.

“Grandma, Uncle…” Xiaobai stretched out his little finger, pointing at the newcomer, and tilted his little head.

The tiny sweater really suited him, with a white rabbit on his chest, making him indistinguishable from a little bunny.

He was a tender and adorable child.

Zhang Xiangcao gripped the little hands of the two children tighter and turned around, only to see the young man smiling at her cheerfully.

Why does this person look so familiar?

Where have I seen him before?

“Auntie Zhang,” the man suddenly smiled and took big strides over, then crouched in front of Xiaobai and Sisi, patting Xiaobai’s little head, “Auntie, whose children are these, and why are they so round?”

Xiaobai and Sisi both puffed up their chubby little faces.

“Not round, not round…”

The two children said in unison, as if they knew that being called round meant being fat, and they were not fat at all; they were slim children—this is what their mother had said.

“You are…”

Zhang Xiangcao was startled by this man’s sudden familiarity, wondering why recently people were coming over to claim relations one after another?

“Auntie Zhang, don’t you recognize me?

I’m Chen Lidong.”

Chen Liteng pushed up his own glasses, disappointed that they hadn’t seen each other for just a few years, and she had already forgotten him, making him very sad.

“Lidong, you’re Chen Lidong?” Zhang Xiangcao reached out and pinched Chen Lidong’s cheek—it was indeed Sun Lidong’s, that boy from the Chen Family.

She had watched him grow up since he was little and remembered the year he started middle school, when he and his mother were warming themselves with a stove at home and both suffered carbon monoxide poisoning.

If it hadn’t been for Sisi going to find him, perhaps the mother and son wouldn’t be here today.

But he had changed so much—grown taller and bulkier, and of course, he was now wearing glasses, which was why she hadn’t recognized him at first.

However, it was definitely Chen Lidong, no doubt about it; no matter what, he was the half-grown boy she had watched grow up from childhood.

Back then, this boy had given all his New Year’s money to Sisi, nearly scaring her to death, as she thought Sisi had stolen it.

“Hehe…” Sun Lidong laughed, “Auntie, you’re still as young and beautiful as ever.”

Chen Lidong’s compliment made Zhang Xiangcao instinctively pinch his cheek again, “You’re still the same, always joking with your auntie.”

“Not at all, you really are young.”

Chen Lidong actually hadn’t recognized Zhang Xiangcao at first glance either, because she really did look quite young and seemingly hadn’t changed much, especially her figure, as slim as a young girl’s.

“By the way, auntie, whose children are these?”

Chen Lidong played with a chubby child, “These two are twins, right?

They look so alike.”

“These are Yuxin’s children,” Zhang Xiangcao now loved playing with children.

She didn’t compete with the Wang Family for her grandson; she couldn’t win against them.

Her godfather had such a precious little grandchild that he held him all day long, with no chance for her to step in.

If she dared to bring him home for a few days, her father would be on the phone, yelling and cursing, terrified of losing his great-grandson.

He claimed that there were too many child kidnappers nowadays and that the child was safer with the Wang Family; the sentries standing guard outside weren’t there for nothing.

Not even a fly could get in on a normal day, let alone a child thief.