Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s-Chapter 1607 - 1609: Consoled

After being comforted by Chiang Xiao, Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao both felt much better.

Moreover, they could truly sense the happiness in Chiang Xiao’s voice.

As the pressure in their hearts eased, the elderly couple couldn’t help but feel a hint of joy.

After all, back in Siyang Village, they had endured many years of ridicule from the villagers for not having a son.

Even if others didn’t bring it up, people from the Old Chiang Family did, using this matter to humiliate them and stab them in the heart for countless years.

Just so that there might be a male heir to offer incense after their passing, they had suffered so much bullying from the Old Chiang Family.

Not having a son was something that made people point fingers and whisper behind their backs. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

For so many years, how could they ever stand up straight or hold their heads high?

There was a time when Chiang Songhai thought he would be willing to do anything if it meant they could have another son.

But now, he felt that girls weren’t inferior to boys. Someone like Little was better than so many men.

Now that they had her, how could they possibly think of rejecting her?

After the elderly couple went off to rest, Chiang Xiao continued to chat with Meng Xinian.

Meng Xinian told her about the portrait Chu Liang had brought back. "Apparently, it resembles the person about sixty to seventy percent, but in my opinion, it looks like you about thirty to forty percent."

Hearing this, Chiang Xiao really wanted to see the portrait immediately.

"Only thirty to forty percent?"

"Think about it—if it only resembles him sixty to seventy percent, then looking like you thirty to forty percent is probably pretty good. Besides, he’s a man and you’re a young woman—there are bound to be some differences."

Chiang Xiao was silent for a moment, then said, "Brother Xinian, I want to find him."

"Have you thought about what might happen if you manage to find him?" Meng Xinian asked.

For instance, he might be in a bad state, needing much care and attention. His intelligence might be worse than they imagined. Or he might bring along other relatives, and so on.

He didn’t want Chiang Xiao to get hurt again.

Like Chiang Qingzhu.

"I’ve thought it through carefully," Chiang Xiao paused for a moment and said, "I want to see what kind of person he is. Whatever the outcome, I can accept it. If he really needs someone to take care of him, I’ll hire two people to make sure he’s taken care of properly."

"Alright," Meng Xinian replied.

"Brother Xinian, does it bother you? If he really turns out to be a fool, would you feel ashamed if others found out?"

"Silly girl." Meng Xinian, hearing her low and soft voice ask such a question, felt nothing but deep affection for her. "You are already the best treasure I could hope for. I don’t need anything extra from you—like a family background or the best parents—none of that matters to me."

Chiang Xiao’s eyes welled up with warmth. She suppressed her tears and let out a soft "mm."

Afraid that she might feel burdened, Meng Xinian chuckled lightly and said, "But silly Kitten, things might not be as bad as we imagine. Think about it—if Ah Liu didn’t have his own kind of charm, how could he have captivated Chiang Qingzhu? Besides," he paused and lowered his voice, "I’m about to say something that might feel a little disrespectful to Grandpa and Grandma—just keep it to yourself."

"What is it?"

"Chiang Qingzhu’s intelligence—how could someone like her possibly have a daughter as bright as you? My guess is it’s all thanks to Ah Liu’s genes. So you might be in for a surprise with him, who knows."

Chiang Xiao held her forehead.

What Tyrant Meng was implying was that, with the Chiang Family’s genes, they couldn’t have possibly produced someone as smart as her? That her intelligence was inherited entirely from her father’s side, right?

But in a past life, she was indeed incredibly foolish.

A typical Chiang Family member.

Still, no matter what, she felt comforted.