After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter
Chapter 179 The Only Dependence

Chapter 179: Chapter 179 The Only Dependence

Su Yu comforted, "I can understand your situation, don’t fret about it."

A few simple words, yet they were like a spring breeze and benevolent rain, causing Xie Xinghua to tear up again. Both understood without speaking, their minds full of their own calculations.

Su Yu contemplated that since he had decided to visit the Young Master Tutor’s Mansion the next day, it was only proper not to go empty-handed.

Although he was revisiting to check the illness, after all, he had requests to make, and appropriate humility and sincerity were indispensable.

The family’s savings had almost all been spent on household necessities, money was tight, so it seemed he could only prepare some seasonal snacks by hand as a gift.

With time pressing, that night, Su Yu was destined to be busy until dawn.

As for Xie Xinghua, her thoughts were entirely occupied by Da Ya’s safety.

If they couldn’t find Da Ya, how could they continue with future days? The rift with Lady Zhao was irreparable; she had to become strong, for her two remaining daughters, to prevent them from following the same path.

Lady Zhao could severely harm Da Ya, so the safety of Er Ya and San Ya was hanging by a thread.

As a mother, she vowed to become their strongest support, never allowing them to suffer any more grievances.

Xie Xinghua silently swore she had to become even stronger, for her children, and for herself as well.

Xie Xinghua was overwhelmed with emotions, waves of thoughts surged, the days dependent on Lady Zhao were like clouds looming over, every breath feeling extraordinarily heavy.

She knew well that even if the future path was full of thorns and had storms, she must stand tall and face it alone.

Dividing the family was not only a decision but also a cry from the depths of her heart—a strong desire for freedom and dignity.

Her fists clenched tight, as if grasping the courage of a new life, the flame in her heart blazed fiercely, vowing to completely burn away the shackles of the past.

Her steps breaking the silence as she returned home caused everyone in the courtyard to stir, their faces filled with confusion and worry.

The disappearance of Da Ya was like a large stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread.

Everyone’s brows were furrowed, their expressions solemn, their worry was evident though nobody dared to ask, fearing they might touch a sensitive nerve.

Jiang Xunzhong keenly noticed the absence of Lady Zhao, his voice hesitating as he voiced the question in his mind, but the silence in the air seemed to become the answer, stifling.

He didn’t dare to ask further, his gaze just complexly lingered between inside and outside the door, as if through the crack, he could glimpse the answer.

Er Ya and San Ya, sensing the subtle changes at home, their cries trembled through the air. They threw themselves into Xie Xinghua’s arms, like small beasts deprived of their shelter, their sorrow uncontrollable.

Da Ya’s loss was not just the severance of blood relations but also the extinguishing of hope, making reunion seem unreachable.

Xie Xinghua, suppressing the intense pain in her heart, built a warm barrier of maternal firmness for her daughters, refusing to let tears become evidence of weakness.

Her words were soft, yet immensely resolute, like a beam of light piercing through the dark clouds, providing a faint but real hope to her children.

Jiang Wangshan was emotionally complex, words choked in his throat, only able to expel some muddled syllables, those of powerless consolation and deep self-reproach.

His tears quietly slid down, silently conveying the helplessness and struggle of being a man.

Xie Xinghua gently wiped away his tears, her hands transmitting strength and trust, the promise from Second Aunt like a bright lamp in the dark night, illuminating the path ahead.

Once, Xie Xinghua mistakenly thought that compliance was the only rule for survival, but the reality’s whip showed her that retreating only made the oppressors more arrogant.

The words from Second Aunt hit her like a wake-up call, making her realize that living under someone else’s roof forever meant she could never stand tall and confident.

Even if the road ahead was lonely, she must support her own sky because self-reliance and resilience were the true ways out.

At this moment, Xie Xinghua’s eyes sparkled with an unprecedented firm glow.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Su Yu’s busy figure in the kitchen appeared exceptionally warm.

Xixi’s small figure, while waiting, seemed especially persistent, her hands playing with the medicine grinder as if expressing her anticipation for her mother in her own way.

Jiang Ziling’s smile carried a hint of bitterness but did not lose its gentleness.

Su Yu embraced Xixi, kissing her little cheeks with full affection, creating a scene that warmed the hearts of those watching.

Xixi yawned continuously, yet still nestled in her mother’s embrace, enjoying this peace and happiness.

Jiang Ziling served the steaming hot meals, his words filled with empathy and care.

Su Yu’s hunger at that moment appeared particularly real, the aroma of the food like magic, instantly awakening all her taste buds.

She was surprised by the taste of the dish, a flash of delight in her eyes, not only recognizing the food but also affirming Jiang Ziling’s skills.

Jiang Ziling slowly turned, leaning on his cane, each step steady and strong.

He stopped by the fire, adding wood and water, each movement revealing his love for life and his perseverance.

Su Yu looked tenderly at his figure from behind, her heart filled with comfort and anticipation, the cane, not yet fully discarded, as if foretelling the rebirth he was about to embrace.

Jiang Ziling felt a sudden twinge in his heart as if an invisible rope had yanked it hard, the pain mixed with an indescribable sourness, "Sold again?"

His voice carried a hint of resentment and helplessness, like autumn leaves falling—light yet bearing a heavy burden.

"Yes."

With a brief and heavy reply, Su Yu’s eyes flickered with compassion, unwilling to dwell longer on this heart-wrenching topic, afraid that a slight inattention might touch Jiang Ziling’s sensitive and fragile heartstrings.

After all, it was his beloved niece who was involved, who could understand the pain more deeply than he?

"Now that you are almost recovered, and your cooking skills are perfected, the task of making zongzi is definitely yours. As for me, I’ll just happily await tasting your culinary creations."

Su Yu tried to keep her tone light, trying to use everyday trivial matters to dispel the gloom earlier, seeking a bit of joy in life for Jiang Ziling.

"Okay."

Jiang Ziling agreed, his voice calm but could not hide his underlying worries.

That hidden emotion, like an undercurrent beneath the surface of the water, turbulent yet invisible.

Su Yu keenly picked up on this subtle worry, quickly consoling him, "Don’t worry, for Da Ya’s sake, I will spare no effort, exhausting all possibilities to find her."

Her tone was firm, a doubtless gleam in her eyes, as if to use her resolve to build a strong barrier for this storm-tossed home.

"You’ve worked hard."

Jiang Ziling knew well that now Su Yu was not only his support but also the only hope for Da Ya.

In the family, everyone either old, young, sick, or weak, each one a vulnerable being needing protection in this storm-laden world, who else could truly be relied upon?

"Yes, you go get some rest with Xixi first. I still have some miscellaneous tasks for Ning County to handle tonight."

Su Yu considerately shared Jiang Ziling’s burden, her arrangements always so meticulously detailed, giving a sense of reassurance.