Stay Home Daddy: I Was Reborn After My Daughter Passed Away
Chapter 207 - 208 Madam, you’ve become a grandma!_1

Chapter 207: 208 Madam, you’ve become a grandma!_1

Fearing Ji Pianran might see her, Wu Shuhui stood at the side of the door.

At this moment, she hadn’t seen anyone yet, but had already heard voices, and throbbing pains pulsed through her temples.

All her emotions in that instant were like a dam burst, sweeping over every inch of her nerves, bringing her to the verge of collapse.

She bit her pale lips tightly, her expression agitated and sorrowful.

The hand on the doorknob began to tremble slightly, her state beyond words.

Indeed, the moment she spoke, she had already acknowledged that this was her child.

It was her Pianran.

Seeing the mistress like this, Uncle Guang also felt distressed. He reached out to support the trembling Wu Shuhui.

Fearing she might faint.

Gu Chen glanced toward the doorway, and although he saw no one, his expression grew somber.

"Pianran, I’m fine, the matsutake incident was a misunderstanding, but there’s something I want to ask you, and you need to tell me the truth,"

he said, eyes filled with tenderness, his voice serious and earnest.

Ji Pianran was seeing Gu Chen like this for the first time, and subconsciously she nervously pursed her bright red lips, "What is it?"

What had happened?

Why did he look like this?

She had nothing she wished to hide from Gu Chen.

As long as he was willing to understand, she would never have any secrets from him.

"These past years, you’ve never mentioned your parents, you..." Gu Chen pondered for a long time but still didn’t know how to bring this up with Ji Pianran.

Her mother was standing outside; she was waiting for her child, to visit her father on the sickbed.

"I ran away from home," Ji Pianran suddenly said with an unchanged expression.

She remained as calm as ever, startling even Gu Chen.

Outside, Wu Shuhui’s heart was breaking. She didn’t know if, after all these years, she had received her daughter’s forgiveness.

Or was it that her daughter would never forgive her in this lifetime?

All she could do at this moment was to listen quietly.

"Have you thought about going back to take a look?" Gu Chen’s voice was gentle.

Ji Pianran blinked, her moist eyes revealing a hint of helplessness.

She spoke in a light tone, "Actually, I have, but because I wasn’t doing well before, I never went back."

They were her parents, and to say she didn’t miss them would be a lie.

It was just that she had left home in a fit of anger, to prove they were wrong.

Later on, she even married Gu Chen. Like all other girls, she hoped her marriage would be happy and fulfilling.

But unfortunately, things often didn’t turn out as one wished.

Her husband was indifferent to her, life was a struggle, and her child, whom she raised, was malnourished—her previous determination had turned into a joke.

She had tried hard to prove they were wrong, but in the end, could only prove that she herself was mistaken.

How could she face to return?

The Ji Family, all so stubborn, none would admit defeat, and Ji Pianran was the same.

Having said this, she glanced at Gu Chen, her eyes carrying a smile.

"But I think, this year for the New Year, we can go back. I’ll bring you and the child, and we’ll go together. They should love Tangtang very much."

Gu Chen was now working hard and treating her very well, and her Tangtang was chubby, sensible, and adorable.

Being married to such a man and having raised such a child made her feel her life was blessed.

This was her pride.

She could finally return home with composure, to tell her parents that she was doing very well.

Outside, Wu Shuhui finally could no longer contain herself. She pushed open the half-closed door with all her might, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Pianran, mom is here to see you."

Ji Pianran was taken aback, feeling as if she were hearing things, as if in a dream.

Subconsciously, she glanced toward the door.

Her eyes then swelled with sourness as waves of roaring flooded her brain.

She staggered, unable to take another step.

It wasn’t a stranger standing outside the door, but her own mother.

The very person who always appeared in her dreams, taking care of her meticulously.

She looked thinner now, and older, too, her skin no longer as tight as before, wrinkles having etched their way into the corners of her eyes.

She had once been such a beautiful woman.

Ji Pianran always remembered her sitting quietly at the stone table in the yard, holding a teacup, watching her brother and herself reading in the yard, with a gentle smile and the air of serene years, beautiful as if she were in a painting.

Her skin was fair and taut, not at all like that of a forty-year-old.

Everyone who saw her would say Ji Pianran’s mother was a rare beauty.

But even beauty like hers couldn’t escape the traces of aging left by the years.

Seeing her daughter look at her, Wu Shuhui quickly reached out to smooth her hair in an effort to appear more spirited.

Ji Pianran felt a sourness in her throat and a throbbing pain deep in her heart.

"Mom..."

The moment she had become a mother herself, she had completely reconciled with her parents in her heart.

Or perhaps she was not really angry with them, but with fate.

She felt that there might be another way to live her life.

Carrying the baby for ten months and giving birth to Tangtang had been no easy journey.

Watching the child grow day by day, facing all kinds of hardships.

Whenever she felt she couldn’t go on, she would think of her own mother.

She remembered her standing in the sunlight, smiling at her and saying, "Pian Ran, the most important thing in life is the attitude, and it has to be beautiful."

Behind her was a vast expanse of gold, the color of sunlight.

Somehow, her words had become a life motto for Ji Pianran.

Uncle Guang, supporting the trembling Wu Shuhui, comforted her in a low voice, "You’ve finally found her, you should be happy."

Having said this, he couldn’t help feeling upset himself and turned his head to wipe his eyes.

The Ji Pianran in front of him overlapped with the elegant young lady from his memories, who had grown so thin.

This was the child he had watched grow up; seeing her now, in this environment, wearing these clothes, his heart ached!

"Uncle Guang." Ji Pianran’s voice was choked.

Just now, she had only noticed Wu Shuhui and hadn’t seen Uncle Guang standing in the corner.

He too had aged, completely transformed into a middle-aged uncle. His hair was not gray at the temples as described in novels, but turned white from the center out, a mix of black and white hair combed neatly at the back.

As a child, she often fell asleep on Uncle Guang’s back.

He was the one who always came to pick her up from school. She remembered once when it rained, other children were picked up by their parents, but it was only Uncle Guang for her, and she threw a tantrum at him.

Uncle Guang just smiled at her, saying it was the same with him there.

He had no children of his own and loved Ji Pianran and Ji Chu as if they were his own.

"Ah!" Hearing the young miss call out for him, Uncle Guang forced a smile with difficulty.

But tears involuntarily welled up in his eyes again.

The three of them looked at each other, their eyes reddened, and then they shared a smile.

That smile seemed to bridge several years of time.

Tangtang nestled in her father’s arms, seeing everyone crying, felt embarrassed to cry herself, for she was the saddest one of all!

The little one pouted her lips, looking at Gu Chen and asked, "Daddy, who is that auntie?"

Her voice was tender and sweet.

Such a question out of the blue made Uncle Guang want to laugh again.

This child, she was Pianran’s daughter!

"Madam, you’re a grandmother now!" he said, his mouth twisted in a bitter smile, yet it was sincere.