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Chapter 823: Chapter 807 Grandpa and Grandma Chapter 823: Chapter 807 Grandpa and Grandma Back then, she was a renowned female entrepreneur in Qing’an, and she forged her own world together with Tang Zhinian.

Naturally, no matter what, she could not possibly be intimidated by a nanny.

“I am Ren Li.

Can we go in now?”

She asked in a subdued voice.

She owed nothing to this nanny nor to the Ren Family, and now no one could point fingers at her.

Of course, the nanny couldn’t stop Ren Li from entering; the people inside were all waiting for her.

In fact, she had just found out that Ren Ying actually had an older sister, Ren Li, and they were twins.

It was just that, due to a spat when she was young, she had run away from home.

It was only now that they had found her, so they were preparing to bring her back.

At the time, she wondered what kind of daughter this was—who could run away from home just because of an argument.

She thought that Ren Li couldn’t possibly be good, but after seeing her in person, she was somewhat surprised.

Ren Li didn’t look a bit like Ren Ying.

Ren Ying had the appearance of a delicate beauty, gentle and dignified, with a good temperament as well.

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But Ren Li seemed fiery.

At the same age as Ren Li, she felt like she could be an elder sister, but if Ren Ying stood before her, it was as if she could be an aunt.

These twins looked so different.

If they didn’t say it themselves, people probably wouldn’t believe they were actually twins.

Ren Li pursed her red lips, clearly growing impatient.

“Please come in,” the nanny snapped out of her reverie and opened the door for Ren Li to enter.

Her gaze then fell on the child being led by Ren Li’s hand.

She hadn’t noticed before, focusing only on Ren Li, but now she saw the child Ren Li was bringing.

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He was really well-grown and even at such a young age, he seemed to already possess an aura.

This must be Ren Li’s son, right?

He does look quite like her.

The nanny sighed inwardly and couldn’t help thinking of Ren Ying, who was still at home.

It felt as if the Ren Family was about to become lively.

However, these matters were the concern of the owners, not something a mere nanny like her should worry about.

Her job was just to do her duties well; she couldn’t manage so many things.

Ren Li, with Tang Xincheng in tow, walked in.

As soon as she entered, she saw Ren Ying’s father and mother sitting on the sofa inside, with Ren Ying’s mother also holding a child, about the same age as Tang Xincheng but as thin as a skeleton.

His cheeks were sunken, and his eyes appeared unsettlingly greenish, making anyone looking at him feel uncomfortable.

Unlike Tang Xincheng, who was always the teacher’s favorite at school and the leader that classmates looked up to—the child that other parents wished was theirs.

Be it in studies, life, or self-care, he was not like an ordinary child.

All this was thanks to Gu Ning, who had raised him from a young age and often brought him to her company.

He made his own way, learned martial arts with others, and slowly, over these years, he developed self-care abilities that were stronger than an adult’s though he did not brag about it.

At this moment, several pairs of eyes were staring intently at Ren Li and Tang Xincheng.

Ren Li couldn’t help but grip her son’s hand more tightly, while Tang Xincheng seemed much calmer than Ren Li—not because he was braver, but because he didn’t care, because it didn’t matter to him.

There might have been several minutes of this standoff, with everyone staring and even forgetting how to speak.

“Sister, you’re back.”

It was Ren Ying who reacted first.

She hurriedly stood up and reached for Ren Li’s hand, as if to restore the past, but Ren Li dodged her hand and instead stood aside with Tang Xincheng.

Ren Ying’s hand remained awkwardly suspended in mid-air, making for a rather embarrassing moment.

A flash of annoyance crossed her eyes, but she ultimately held back.

Perhaps time hadn’t passed without leaving its marks on everyone.

The once naive have now matured.

The once superior have become timid.

The once arrogant now live cautiously,

And the once despised and bullied has returned with fanfare.

“Chengcheng, call them Grandpa and Grandma,” Ren Li instructed, patting her son’s head.

They didn’t care what others were like, but certain etiquette and quality must be maintained on their part.

Others might lack manners, but they could not.

“Grandpa, Grandma,” Tang Xincheng obediently greeted, his neatly trimmed hair and delicate features prominent.

Although he was still small in stature, his manner was exceedingly mature.

Standing with his feet together and shoulders in line, every movement exuded a maturity far beyond his peers.

And with his very fair skin—typical of a child’s good health—he instantly made it apparent how well he was looked after, in stark contrast to the little boy in Ren Ying’s mother’s embrace.

With the tall genes of the Tang family, impressive growth, the nurturing care from a sister, and a brother-in-law who taught him martial arts, how could Tang Xincheng not excel?

Not to mention, he sometimes even forgot that he had qualifications for nationwide school entrance without examination.

So the current Tang Xincheng was exceptionally outstanding; though young, his future held boundless promise.

As for the child in Shen’s mother’s arms, thin as a sickly chicken, with a face sharp and gaunt, he indeed wasn’t very likable.

If politeness mattered, shouldn’t one stand up?

Setting aside Tang Xincheng, for he was still a child, but with Ren Li’s presence, shouldn’t there be a greeting?

Ren Li’s gaze lingered on the child, who did seem to resemble a young Ren Ying.

When Ren Ying was small, her frail health made her look skinny and gaunt, with sharp and sallow features, just like the child in front of her.

That boy was the child Ren Ying had been pregnant with all those years ago; Ren Li could tell right away—it was Wu Bin’s son.

He didn’t look like Wu Bin at all, but instead, was the spitting image of a young Ren Ying.

However, there seemed to be something off about him.

A child his age should have had rosy cheeks and the tender, clean complexion typical of youth.

Most importantly, his eyes should have been clear and bright.