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Chapter 822: Chapter 806: Such a Family Chapter 822: Chapter 806: Such a Family Ren Li felt warmth inevitably flooding her heart as well, she chuckled lightly, also laughing at the fact that she still couldn’t see clearly, frankly speaking, those two so-called families were a thing of the past.

Now her home is with the Tang family, she is a member of the Tang family, she had her own husband, and she also had her own son, and of course, she had become a grandmother now, hehe, so no matter what the past was like, she wouldn’t remember it anymore.

Tang Xincheng gripped Ren Wei’s fingers tighter, he lifted his head and stared at the vermilion gate before him, boasting of a distinguished family and a scholastic household, yet the deeds they had committed were truly nauseating.

If it were not for his mother’s insistence on returning, he would not want to come here and acknowledge these relatives.

His grandparents were long gone, and he had no maternal grandparents either, but to him, having Grandpa Wang was just as good; he remembered all the good things Grandpa Wang had done for him, and that was more familial than family itself.

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He just didn’t know, how would the Ren family people turn out to be?

Ever since he arrived here, to be honest, he never felt at ease, always sensing like something was about to happen.

“What’s the matter, looking all worried?”

Ren Li pinched her son’s chubby face forcefully, “Chengcheng, how come mom notices that you’ve been acting too mature for your age recently, aren’t you growing old too soon?

But what can we do, you are only nine years old.”

Tang Xincheng bowed his head and couldn’t help but sigh.

He was the only boy in the Tang family, with two older sisters at home.

If he didn’t toughen up, how would he uphold the family’s honor in the future?

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Both sisters were counting on him, how could he not mature?

He was the Tang family’s only hope, the mainstay of the family; he had to stand tall and couldn’t grow skewed.

Otherwise, he feared his grandfather might climb out of his coffin and come to beat him, the unworthy descendant of the Tang family.

His shoulders bore the future of the entire Tang family, with the family’s business growing so large and him being the sole heir—his second uncle had no sons either—if he continued to be the little fatty who only knew how to hide snacks for his sisters, he might as well be dead.

“Let’s go inside.”

Ren Li gripped Tang Xincheng’s hand again, and he stood expressionless, truly starting to possess a formidable presence, and if he continued to grow like this, he feared he really would mature prematurely.

Ren Li now clutched Tang Xincheng’s hand tightly, and he couldn’t help but frown, feeling the sweat pooling in Ren Li’s palm.

She was nervous, not scared.

Tang Xincheng didn’t understand, but because of Ren Li’s nervousness, he also couldn’t help but raise his guard, and the worry that had been choking in his chest never really eased.

“Knock knock…”

Ren Li knocked on the door, involuntarily tightening her grip on her son’s hand—perhaps it was the anxiety of being near home that made her extremely nervous, her forehead now beading with a fine sweat.

After all, it had been so many years since she’d last returned—even if it was with relatives she didn’t like, they were still people related to her by blood.

Soon, the door opened.

The person who answered was a middle-aged woman with an apron.

And Ren Li stood there, stunned.

Could it be because she had been away from home too long and had forgotten her own house, or had the people in this house already changed?

“Who are you looking for?”

The middle-aged woman scrutinized Ren Li for a long while, the unfamiliarity in her eyes clearly not feigned.

“I just want to ask…” Ren Li licked her slightly dry lips, “where did the previous occupants go?”

Previously, the woman frowned, I’ve been here for five years and never heard anyone say that some other people used to live here, who are you looking for?

Ren Li couldn’t help but wipe her hands on her body, also bunching up her clothes rather tightly.

“I would like to ask if this family bears the surname Ren?” Ren Li asked, her voice quivering slightly, her spirit tensely contained.

“Do you know someone from our main household?”

The woman scrutinized Ren Li again, but suddenly seemed to recall something.

“Aren’t you Ren Li, the twin elder sister of our family’s second young miss?”

Ren Li’s expression shifted, and her years of cultivating the demeanor of a strong woman lent her an even more formidable air.

A second young miss, a Ren Li—such titles, indeed, were deeply hurtful.

Ren Ying was the second young miss, and she was just Ren Li.

Although she had long anticipated such a result, in her parents’ hearts, she, a living, breathing person, was still worth less than a single hair on Ren Ying’s head.

So she was merely Ren Li.

Merely the nanny they had brought up to care for her sister.

Whatever her sister did was right, and no matter how many good deeds she accomplished, it was all wrong.

From childhood, if there were beatings, she received them.

From childhood, praises belonged to her sister.

And scoldings, those were hers.

The subjects her sister wished to study, she had no interest in.

Yet she could only accompany her sister, giving up her own preferences.

She clearly disliked dancing; she loved to play the piano.

But whatever her sister wished to learn, she was obliged to follow suit.

Her sister was talented; she was dull.

Sometimes, she thought perhaps it was because of her own dullness that her parents made her learn alongside her sister, only to highlight her sister’s beauty and excellence through her own clumsiness.

And now, without having to compare a thing, the distinction between them was evident from how others addressed them.

She had just arrived here, still harboring some hope, thinking, could it be that they genuinely felt guilty about her, that they realized their wrongs?

If they truly recognized their mistakes, then she was willing to let bygones be bygones, to dutifully serve her parents until their old age.

As for Wu Bin, whom Ren Ying had taken from her, she bore no grudges anymore.

After all, misfortune might be a blessing in disguise.

If she hadn’t divorced Wu Bin, she would never have gone to Qing’an, and Tang Zhinian wouldn’t have saved her.

After that, she wouldn’t have married Tang Zhinian, nor would she have given birth to Chengcheng.

With fame, fortune, children, grandchildren, her life was full.

Who else could there be?

So let Ren Ying have a man like Wu Bin.

She now understood that actually, those two were a match made in heaven.

Such a pair, conniving and fond of petty theft, were wasting their potential if not together.

Only such shameless individuals could live a life side by side, and only those with such dark hearts could remain married forever.

Otherwise, with her temperament, it was inevitable that one day she would part ways with Wu Bin.

“Birds of a feather flock together,” as the saying goes.

If they weren’t of the same path, it was impossible to accompany each other to the end.

She lifted her face, and extended a hand to smooth her hair, naturally regaining the assertiveness of a powerful woman.

The resolve she had developed over the years in business hadn’t come for naught.