In the car, Ye Tian’s aunt said that after she was sold to her adoptive parents, she was named Cheng Baoyi.
Ye Tian said, "Aunt, I remember Grandpa told me that your name back then was Ye Qiumei."
Cheng Baoyi said, "It's a pity I can't see Father and Mother anymore."
The car stopped in front of the ancestral home. Seeing the mottled courtyard walls, blurry memories surfaced in Cheng Baoyi's mind. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked from the gate all the way to the well.
She leaned on the well crank and murmured, "I have a deep impression of this well. Once, I was playing at the well's edge, and Father hit me. Even Mother, who was usually kind, had a cold face. I cried for a long time."
She entered the house and pushed open the door to the inner room. Inside, there was a 1.2-meter bed. At the head of the bed was a photo of a little girl, about three years old, with her hair in a ponytail, held by a kind woman, smiling sweetly.
Seeing the photo, Cheng Baoyi could no longer control her emotions. She picked up the photo and sobbed uncontrollably. The little girl in the photo was Cheng Baoyi as a child, and the kind woman was Ye Tian's grandmother, her mother!
Ye Tian was also overcome with grief, shedding silent tears. He said, "Aunt, Grandma passed away when I was six. She was holding this photo when she left. When I saw you, you looked familiar. It might be related to having seen this photo. I remember Grandma once specifically showed me the photo and asked me to recognize you, saying it was my little aunt."
Cheng Baoyi then found a wooden box nearby. Upon opening it, she found a peach wood carved monkey, some old hair ties, and a hair clip with a strong sense of age.
These items evoked more memories for Cheng Baoyi. She pointed to the bed and said, "I used to sleep here when I was little. Mother would hold me and sing to me."
Ye Tian wiped away his tears and said, "Aunt, now that we've found you, Grandpa and Aunt's spirits in heaven can rest in peace."
In the living room were photos of his grandfather and grandmother. Cheng Baoyi stepped forward and offered incense, then kowtowed three times to her parents.
After her emotions had somewhat calmed down, Ye Tian asked, "Aunt, where did you come from?"
Cheng Baoyi replied, "Aunt came from Zhonghai. Xiao Tian, how old are you this year?"
Ye Tian said, "Twenty-four."
Cheng Baoyi nodded. "Twenty-four is not young. Are you married?"
Ye Tian replied, "Not yet. Aunt, let's go to my place. We cousins can have a good chat."
Cheng Baoyi smiled and nodded. "Okay, Aunt also wants to see your home."
Ye Tian abandoned the car and drove the Bentley directly to where Ye Shaodong lived. Upon receiving the call, Ye Shaodong rushed home, holding Yan'er, and waited at the door.
The car stopped. Ye Tian got out and opened the car door, smiling. "This is Little Aunt!"
Ye Shaodong had already learned about the situation from the phone call. After meeting Cheng Baoyi, they both cried for a while longer, their emotions indescribable.
Cheng Baoyi picked up Yan'er and smiled. "What a cute little beauty."
Ye Tian chuckled and said, "Yan'er, quickly call her Great Aunt."
Yan'er pouted. "I won't call her Grandma, I'll get old."
Everyone burst into laughter. Cheng Baoyi said, "She's such a clever little thing."
After inviting everyone into the house, they finally discussed their recent situations in detail. Cheng Baoyi later married a wealthy businessman from Zhonghai. This businessman had accumulated wealth steadily, and by the age of forty, he had expanded his business to a global top tier. He was now among the top fifty wealthiest individuals in the country, with a net worth close to a hundred billion, and his group of companies was valued at over a trillion.
This businessman had three wives. Cheng Baoyi was the eldest wife and had given him a son and a daughter. The second wife was a singer who had no children, so as she got older, she gradually lost favor. The third wife was a university student and a Master of Literature, thirty-two years old. She had also given the businessman a son, who was twelve years old and deeply doted on by the businessman.
Of course, the businessman also kept many young and beautiful women outside, but these were casual affairs and not brought into the home.
The businessman's name was Jiang Yulin, and he was forty-nine years old. Although he had many women, Cheng Baoyi, his legal wife, was the most important to him. Even the third wife, despite her favor, was respectful and polite in front of Cheng Baoyi, not daring to be presumptuous.
As they were talking, Cheng Baoyi received a phone call, and her expression changed drastically. She almost fainted.