Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 67

FILLIAL PIETY, THE DAUGHTER WHO WAS LOST IN 33 YEARS

Because of her long-term illness, Mo Hudie only had one good friend, Yang Guobao.

Furthermore, no parent would wish for their child to hang around with a sickly kid.

What if their child caught whatever she had?

Previously, Yang Guobao would come to see her every few days.

But now, if her memory served her, Yang Guobao hadn't come to see her in more than a month.

Could it be that Yang Guobao had already...

At this thought, Mo Hudie's expression darkened.

Grandma Mo continued, "Didn't I tell you? Guobao was taken to the countryside by his mother, and he hasn't returned yet..."

"Will Guobao come back?" Mo Hudie asked again.

This question was a bit difficult for Grandma Mo to answer.

Yang Guobao had been taken away by Wang Meifeng for over a month now, and they had not received any news. Who could be sure about the situation?

Old Lady Zheng interjected, "Haven't the Yang family thought of bringing back Wang Meifeng and her son?"

If the daughter-in-law was wrong, that was her problem, but their grandson was still their descendant. Would they just leave him stranded without a care?

Grandma Mo said, "Guobao's grandma is also very stubborn. She's still waiting for Wang Meifeng to admit her mistake. If Wang Meifeng doesn't acknowledge it, the Yangs won't actively bring them back!"

After saying this, Grandma Mo continued, "But this is really Wang Meifeng's fault. She's a college student, yet she was tricked by a teenager. Isn't it laughable?"

Old Lady Zheng pondered, "Maybe, that young girl has got some skills?"

Grandma Mo replied, "Old sister, we've lived for so many years. Have you seen a teenaged divine doctor? Especially a female one?"

No need to mention several!

Even one, she had not seen.

Moreover, all the historical divine doctors in China were men. When did a little girl become one?

Old Lady Zheng laughed, "You're right."

The two old sisters chatted casually for a while. Mo Hudie lay in her bed, listening. After a while, she fell asleep.

Old Lady Zheng held Mo Hudie's hand, her expression difficult to decipher.

After a half a while, she muttered, "If I hadn't lost Tingting back then, perhaps her child would be as old as Xiaodie by now. It's all my fault. I'm useless..."

Her voice was filled with sadness and regret.

Just then, a figure rushed past the door.

The figure didn't go far but hid in a corner, listening to the conversation inside.

Hearing this, Grandma Mo sighed, comforting: "Aqing, it's not your fault about what happened back then. Don't be too hard on yourself! Now you have Lingling, don't you? Lingling is sensible and filial, and she gave you an outstanding granddaughter. It's as if they were your own."

Old Lady Zheng croaked:

"But Tingting is my daughter, who I carried for nine months and gave birth to. She was only three when she went missing. If she's still alive, she'd be thirty-six this year. If I weren't so useless as a mother, she could have enjoyed a happy life. But now, I don't even know whether she's alive..."