The beloved baby has a space

Chapter 165 There is a little daughter

"Wang! Chuanman! If you don't want to sleep, get out of here! What are you yelling about in the middle of the night?!" Old Mrs. Wang stood angrily at the door of Wang Chuanman's room, her voice dark and filled with obvious rage.

Fortunately, Old Mrs. Wang was somewhat rational and did not yell directly, otherwise everyone in the courtyard would have been woken up.

The Wang Chuanfu couple, who were temporarily staying in the guest room, also heard the noise. Feng wanted to get up and check, but Wang Chuanfu pushed her back with his arm.

"Mom will call us if anything happens. Go to sleep now, we still have to go back to the village when it gets light."

The Flower Festival was incredibly busy, and I still need to check on the rice seedlings when I get back. In about ten days, it will be time to transplant the rice seedlings again.

They'll be very busy.

Feng was filled with unease. She lay back down, but her ears were perked up, listening intently to the sounds outside.

Wang Chuanman hurriedly opened the door, and by the light of the only lamp in the yard, Old Mrs. Wang could barely make out his expression.

"Mother! Ayu ran into a flower seller during the day!"

"What?!" Old Mrs. Wang's initial impatience turned into anger. "Where is it?!"

Now, everyone who was dozing off was wide awake.

When Grandma Wang entered the room, she hurriedly asked Xiao Ayu what had happened.

By this time, Xiao Ayu was so sleepy that she yawned and rubbed her eyes. She mumbled a few words and then fell asleep completely.

"Let the child sleep, we'll ask again tomorrow morning." Seeing how sleepy Ayu was, Grandma Wang couldn't bear to ask her anymore, lest the child be frightened.

Grandma Wang's brows were tightly furrowed; she probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

The mere mention of "flower hunters" made Old Mrs. Wang grit her teeth in hatred.

Liu took out the handkerchief: "Mother, this handkerchief was given to me by Auntie, according to Ayu. Look, it seems a bit special to me."

Grandma Wang didn't really care about the handkerchief at first, but when Liu handed it to her, she took it and looked at it.

By the dim light of the lantern, Grandma Wang saw the pattern on the handkerchief: a flower with seven petals, its stems long and winding.

It's not the ordinary flat embroidery; the petals, branches, and leaves are all standing up.

After seeing the pattern on the handkerchief, Old Mrs. Wang's expression changed drastically.

She clutched the handkerchief tightly: "Where did this come from?! Who gave it to you?!"

Little Ayu only mentioned that she had encountered a beggar earlier and rescued a little boy. The little boy's family came and gave her a handkerchief.

She is still young and has limited expressive ability, so she cannot tell the whole story.

Fearing that Xiao Ayu might be traumatized by what happened during the day, Tuanzi called her into the space after she fell asleep.

The child recovers quickly in the space, and with it by his side, he won't have any psychological trauma.

Seeing that Grandma Wang was reacting so strongly, Tuanzi immediately thought that something was wrong and asked Xiao Ayu to wake up first.

Go out and see what's going on; something seems to have happened.

To prevent the little one from getting even sleepier, Tuanzi took out the Myriad Spirits Sacred Fruit and let Xiao Ayu take a few bites before letting her out.

After regaining consciousness, Xiao Ayu opened her eyes and saw the complex emotions in Old Mrs. Wang's eyes.

"Grandma, what's wrong?" Little Ayu was still a little sleepy, and when she saw Grandma Wang, she couldn't help but gently cover her yawn.

"Ayu, tell Grandma, where did this handkerchief come from?"

"It was given to me by an auntie," Little Ayu thought for a moment, then added, "Poor auntie!"

Grandma Wang felt a tightness in her throat, her voice trembling without her even realizing it: "What auntie? How old is she?"

This problem stumped Xiao Ayu.

She didn't know how big it should be either.

Just tell your grandmother that she's about the same age as your second aunt.

"She's about the same as my second aunt," said Xiao Ayu.

Second Aunt Ma is thirty-one years old this year. Because the Wang family has a large population and relatively little work, Ma doesn't look very old.

She is a woman around thirty years old, which is normal.

When Grandma Wang recalled her second daughter-in-law's appearance, her doubts lessened somewhat. She still held onto a sliver of hope: "You said that aunt was very pitiful, why did you say that?"

Little Ayu pawed at someone with her little hands, making a gesture as if she was about to hit them, then gently touched her face.

"Auntie got beaten up, just like this, she looks so pitiful." Little Ayu imitated how the young woman had been beaten up earlier.

Grandma Wang asked about the handkerchiefs again and learned that the young woman had embroidered them herself, and that she had more than one. This deepened her suspicions.

Seeing that her grandmother was interested, little Ayu tried very hard to recall what had happened during the day.

She told the whole story in her own words.

Tuanzi would help with the parts she remembered incorrectly or couldn't express clearly.

After recounting the story, Liu felt a wave of fear.

My hands were trembling as I held little Ayu.

"Ayu, you must never go out by yourself again!" Liu wanted to be stern to scare little Ayu, but the words came out as a soft admonition, "Don't make your mother worry."

Little Ayu hugged Liu Shi back with her small hands and patted her hand reassuringly: "Ayu understands, Ayu will never do it again."

Tuanzi also told Xiao Ayu that what happened during the day was Tuanzi's fault; it was because it didn't realize that the mission was life-threatening.

But Xiao Ayu felt that it was her own choice to go there, and it had nothing to do with her family or the spirits.

She will strive to become more capable in the future and try her best not to worry her family.

The commotion eventually woke up the others, and they all put on their clothes and came to Wang Chuanman's door.

Grandma Wang ushered these people to the main hall and had Liu coax little Ayu to sleep.

Little Ayu knew that the adults were about to talk, so she obediently went back to bed.

The children were all asleep, and the adults were all gathered in the main hall.

Wang Chuanman then told everyone what had happened. After listening, Wang Chuanfu pondered for a moment and asked, "Mother, do you suspect that this matter is related to my younger sister?"

The moment the younger sister was mentioned, everyone in the Wang family who knew the situation turned stiff.

My younger sister is a taboo subject in my family.

Old Wang gave Wang Chuanfu a warning look.

Wang Chuanfu was not afraid, but said, "This matter doesn't disappear just because we don't mention it. Mother, do you suspect that the person Ayu met today was Little Sister?"

“Yes, I do have that suspicion.” Old Mrs. Wang’s voice seemed to have aged considerably in an instant. She placed the handkerchief on the table, pointed to the flowers on it, and said, “This embroidery technique isn’t the most unique, but these flowers are different. These flowers don’t exist in the world; Aibao just casually drew them back then…”

Grandma Wang was lost in memories.

The sons of the Wang family didn't react much to what Old Mrs. Wang said, but the daughters-in-law were all shocked when they learned about it.

Doesn't the Wang family have four sons?! How come there's a younger sister too?
Why have I never seen that girl before?

Not only have I never seen it, but my family has never even mentioned it.

Madam Feng hurriedly asked Wang Chuanfu, "What kind of little sister is she? What's going on?"

Ma also asked Wang Chuangui the same question.

Xiao Zhang looked at Wang Chuanyuan.

Wang Chuanman looked towards the door, guessing that Liu would come to ask him questions after she finished coaxing Xiao Ayu.

“There’s nothing I can’t say.” Seeing her sons turn to look at her, Old Mrs. Wang gave a bitter smile. “You don’t need to worry about me, just say what you need to say.”

No one could see that Old Mrs. Wang's hands, which were hanging in her sleeves, had clenched into fists. She had used almost all her self-control to prevent herself from losing her composure on the spot.

She was almost certain that the young woman Xiao Ayu had met during the day was her youngest daughter, Wang Aibao, who had been missing for 17 years.

Let Ayu sleep some more, and ask her again when she wakes up. She's in town, she'll be able to see her eventually.

That would be best if so.

If not, she had long been used to disappointment.

(End of this chapter)