She's a shrewd and sweet woman who transmigrated into a book.

Chapter 85 Sorry

Ji Chenwen held the thin document in his hand, his fingertips turning white: "That child Yiyi... has suffered so much."

Leng Yuncheng reminded him in a low voice, "Uncle Ji, it's all in the past now."

The next day, while it was still slightly light, Ji Chenwen took Leng Yuncheng to the farm.

The driver was waiting at the door.

The farm manager personally came out to greet us.

Neither of them are simple people, especially since they were specifically instructed to do so by their superiors.

He certainly dared not be ambiguous.

Leng Yuncheng exchanged a few brief pleasantries with the person in charge before getting straight to the point, since Ji Chenwen had come specifically to see the Song family.

The person in charge was about to say something when Leng Yuncheng glanced at him and immediately shut up.

"The Song family has all been arranged to rest today, and they are just waiting for you."

"Well, don't be too nervous. We just have some old matters to clarify with the Song family."

"Yes, yes, we absolutely trust the organization!"

"We'll go see the Song family first, and we hope you won't tell anyone."

"clear."

The Song family's situation is much better now, after all, Leng Yunting gave them instructions.

The Song family now has their own separate courtyard.

The Song family thought that the higher-ups had sent people to interrogate them today.

Song Zezhe opened the door and looked at the two people in the doorway: a middle-aged man and a young man.

The young man gave him a sense of familiarity.

Yes, she looks a lot like Yiyi's husband. As for that middle-aged man, he must have been sent from above!
Song Zezhe led the two into the door and went inside first.

Grandma Song and the rest of the Song family were present.

Leng Yuncheng didn't beat around the bush; he directly revealed his identity:
"Madam, I am Leng Yuncheng, Leng Yunting's second brother."

He stepped slightly to make way for Ji Chenwen behind him, saying, "This is Comrade Ji Chenwen."

"Ji...Chen...Wen...?"

The old lady stared intently at Ji Chenwen, her cloudy eyes churning with intense emotions.

Her fingers gripped her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

A sorrowful voice came from deep within her throat: "You...it's you...who made my daughter...so depressed...how dare you show your face here?"

Song Zezhe was also stunned for a moment. He had always thought that only he knew this secret, but he never expected that his mother also knew it.

"Mom...you, you know."

"You two are my children."

Grandma Song said coldly, "Get out of here, you're not welcome."

Ji Chenwen staggered over, his voice hoarse: "I know, I'm the one who hurt Xiwen, I'm the one who let her down. All these years... all these years I've never given up looking for her... I..."

The old lady's tears welled up instantly. She got up shakily and took out an object wrapped in several layers of oil paper from the room.

Her movements were so slow and deliberate, as if she were holding the most fragile treasure in the world.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, she peeled back the layers of yellowed oil paper, revealing a black and white photograph that was also yellowed and badly worn at the edges.

The photo shows a young woman with the most common braids of that era, wearing a simple floral dress.

She lowered her head slightly, her face bearing an extremely gentle yet slightly melancholic smile, her eyes so clear and resolute.

In her arms, she held a tiny baby. Ji Chenwen's breath caught in his throat. He stared intently at the woman's face in the photograph, the woman who had always turned her back to him in his dreams, now becoming clear.

"Back then...she came to see you..."

Ji Chenwen stood there stunned. Song Zezhe also knew that his sister had disappeared for a period of time back then, when in fact she had gone to the capital.

The other members of the Song family were confused, but dared not make a sound.

"After returning from the capital, she decided to marry Liu Jianhong..."

Grandma Song's fingers kept stroking her daughter's young face in the photo, as if she could still feel the warmth that had long since cooled.
"Xiwen...before she died...she said she didn't hate you...saving you...was voluntary..."

"She said...you have a fiancée...she can't use your kindness to repay me..."

"what……!"

A low growl, suppressed to the extreme, burst forth from Ji Chenwen's chest.

His tall body swayed violently, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer.

The color drained from his cold, stern face instantly, leaving only a deathly pale ashes.

He knelt before Old Mrs. Song, "I didn't, I wasn't married, it was just an arrangement by my family... I..."

Ji Chenwen wanted to explain, but he knew it was too late.

The tragedy has already happened, and even if we know now that it was a misunderstanding, it's too late.

"So, you must already know that Yiyi is your child since you've come here?"

Ji Chenwen nodded.

“Yiyi has always had her own ideas, and we will not make decisions for her. The Song family does not welcome you. You can leave now.”

"Grandma, I don't expect you to forgive me. I just want to try my best to make your lives a little better."

"no need."

"Old lady..."

"We're fine now, you can leave."

"Madam, I know that no matter what I do, I cannot make up for the harm I have caused to Xiwei. I will find a way to clear the Song family's name and give them freedom as soon as possible."

Ji Chenwen paused for a moment, "Of course, I'm not trying to force Yiyi to acknowledge me as her father."

"I just wanted to try my best to make amends, I..."

Before Ji Chenwen could finish speaking, the old lady had already gotten up and gone back to the inner room.

She knew how difficult things had been for her Yiyi. Given the Song family's current situation, neither she nor the rest of the Song family wanted their niece to be associated with them.

Now that Yiyi has this identity, she should be even less likely to have anything to do with the Song family.

"please!"

"Comrade Song, I really didn't mean to use this to blackmail Yiyi. I am her father, and I would never harm her."

After all, he was a man who had held a high position for many years, and his imposing presence was still quite suffocating.

Song Zezhe was no pushover either. He met the man's gaze and said, "Ji Chenwen, right? What's done is done. I won't blame you, after all, it was my sister's own choice. But our Song family doesn't need your pity."

"Comrade Song, that's not what I meant. I came here at great risk not just because of this."

"Now is precisely the time when the country needs talent to build a new society. No one can predict what will happen in the future, can they?"

"I really have no ill intentions towards you. If Yiyi doesn't want to acknowledge me, I won't bother her."

Song Zezhe could tell from his sincerity.

He thought that Ji Chenwen's willingness to bring Leng Yuncheng so openly must have been due to some prior notice.