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Chapter 443 The Song Family's Visit (1)

Uncle and aunt?

Wen Jiayue and Shen Fuhan exchanged a glance.

She asked hesitantly, "Could it be a scam?"

Her birth mother's family hadn't contacted her for so many years, so why did they suddenly come looking for her?

Moreover, this had never happened in her previous life, so she instinctively felt it was a lie.

But... what if it's true?

She had always wanted to contact her mother's family, but she had no suitable reason to do so.

Now that her uncle and aunt have come to visit her, how could she possibly refuse?

She couldn't help but say, "Husband, why don't we invite them in first?"

Shen Fuhan shook his head and chuckled: "I thought it was a lie just now, how come you changed your mind in the blink of an eye?"

"My husband is so capable, he can definitely tell at a glance whether they are real or fake," Wen Jiayue praised without reservation, "right, my husband?"

“Yes,” Shen Fuhan nodded slightly and looked at the guards, “Invite them into the main hall and treat them well.”

Wen Jiayue urged him, "Go and change your clothes quickly."

Even in the dead of winter, Shen Fuhan was dressed no differently than Xia Chang, and didn't seem to mind the cold.

Shen Fuhan raised an eyebrow and asked, "What, is A-Yue worried that your aunt and uncle think you married a fool?"

“I didn’t mean that,” Wen Jiayue pushed him back to his room. “Hurry up and go, don’t delay my meeting with my uncle and aunt.”

While Shen Fuhan was changing his clothes, Wen Jiayue carefully examined whether her own attire was appropriate.

To watch Shen Fuhan practice swordsmanship, she didn't dress up properly. She simply tied her hair into a bun and wore only two silver hairpins before going out.

The more she looked at it, the more plain it seemed. Wen Jiayue summoned Ruyi, re-tied her hair into a bun, and carefully selected several hairpins.

With her hair combed, and her clothes looking too plain, Wen Jiayue looked left and right and decided to go to the wardrobe to pick out some clothes.

Seeing how much she valued them, Shen Fuhan knew how much she thought about these three people, so he quietly went out and sent the guards to question them about their backgrounds.

If it's fake, it's better to know beforehand than to be disappointed.

After a long while, Wen Jiayue finally chose a light blue butterfly and magnolia skirt, along with a silver-white cloak.

Ruyi helped her put it on, smiling as she said, "Madam has grown into a graceful young lady; I guarantee that your uncle and the others will like you."

Wen Jiayue was overjoyed at the prospect of meeting her uncle and aunt. However, she couldn't be sure if it was true, so she could only say, "It's not certain yet, let's wait and see."

She dared not have too high expectations for herself, fearing it would all be for nothing.

Finally, everything was ready. Wen Jiayue turned around in front of the bronze mirror and said with satisfaction, "Almost done. Husband, let's go."

She waited in vain for a while before receiving a reply from Shen Fuhan. She looked around in confusion and saw Shen Fuhan coming out from outside.

She quickly asked, "Where did you go?"

“The guard told me something,” Shen Fuhan looked her up and down, “A-Yue is really beautiful.”

Fortunately, it did not disappoint her expectations.

Wen Jiayue smiled and said, "We've been delayed for a while, let's hurry up and go."

She wanted to run straight there, so she lifted her skirt and walked very fast, almost making Shen Fuhan lose track of her.

When she got close, she slowed down and hesitated, saying, "I don't dare to go in."

She felt a mix of trepidation and anticipation as she prepared to face her family after nearly twenty years of separation.

Shen Fuhan grasped her hand and said in a deep voice, "I'm here."

He could indeed give her strength. Wen Jiayue took a deep breath before pushing open the door.

Inside the room, three pairs of eyes turned to look at her simultaneously, and they all stood up to examine her.

Song Ang was extremely excited. This...this looks exactly like his sister!

Especially those gentle, almond-shaped eyes; for a moment, Song Ang almost thought he had seen his sister.

Moreover, wasn't she the veiled woman I met that day?

He couldn't help but step forward, rubbing his hands nervously, and asked, "Are you Yue'er? I'm your uncle, your mother's brother, named Song Ang."

Wen Jiayue looked at the rugged-looking, dark-faced man with some confusion.

They weren't quite the family she had imagined.

Didn't you say that your mother's family is in business? Although they need to travel around, they don't have to be exposed to the wind and sun all day long, right?

However, he then called out her childhood nickname, dispelling any remaining doubts Wen Jiayue might have had.

She nodded slightly and curtsied, without immediately calling out to anyone.

Song Ang knew that without physical evidence, it would be difficult to convince his niece, so he hurriedly took off the amulet he was wearing around his neck.

"Among your mother's belongings, there was also a talisman. Your maternal grandfather obtained it from a temple years ago. Your mother and I each had one. Does Yue'er remember?"

Wen Jiayue took it and examined it carefully.

She did recognize the amulet; it was exactly the same as the one in her dowry box.

So, is this person really her uncle?

Wen Jiayue looked up at him and murmured, "Uncle..."

"Hey, hey!" Song Ang suddenly became so excited that he couldn't even speak.

Rongniang coughed to remind him.

Song Ang quickly introduced, "This is your aunt, and this is your cousin, named Song Xuan."

Song Xuan said gently, "Hello, cousin."

Rongniang smiled and said, "When I first met you, you were only one year old and could barely walk. In the blink of an eye, you have grown into a beautiful young woman."

Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "You... has your aunt seen me before?"

“Yes, it’s a pity that I haven’t been able to come to Chang’an since then,” Rongniang said regretfully. “I’ve been traveling around all these years and haven’t been home.”

Wen Jiayue hurriedly asked, "What kind of business are you in? Why are you so busy?"

“Hey, he stopped doing business a long time ago,” Rongniang rolled her eyes at Song Ang. “Your uncle has no talent for business, but luckily he has plenty of martial arts skills to show off. Before the family fortune was completely lost, he sold off the assets and set up a security escort agency, which he has been running for more than ten years.”

Wen Jiayue nodded thoughtfully. No wonder she had never met her uncle and aunt; that was the reason.

She thought that after her mother passed away, they no longer recognized her as their niece.

Wen Jiayue couldn't help but feel ashamed of her own guess. How could she think such a thing?

Rongniang then asked, "By the way, Yue'er, we send letters and money to the Wen family every year. Have you received them?"

Song Ang couldn't stop him in time and muttered a complaint, "Didn't we agree not to mention it?"

They came to see their niece, but when they mentioned money, it sounded like they were collecting a debt.

“How can we not mention it?” Rongniang glared at him. “It’s time to check the accounts and see if the Wen family has used any money for our Yue’er.”

Wen Jiayue was a little confused: "I had no idea about this. I thought my uncle and aunt didn't recognize me as their niece anymore."

"What?!" Rongniang slammed her hand on the table, furious. "The Wen family is going too far! I'm going to settle the score with them right now!"

Song Ang quickly stopped her: "Talk to Yue'er first, we can talk about other things later."

Rongniang thought about it and agreed, forcing a smile: "Yue'er, please sit down."

Wen Jiayue had no idea that her beautiful aunt had such a fiery temper. She gave a bewildered "Oh" and obediently sat down.

Shen Fuhan chuckled. Had she forgotten that this was her home?

After everyone was seated, Shen Fuhan bowed respectfully: "Uncle, Aunt, Cousin."

Song Ang quickly stood up with his family: "You flatter me, Your Excellency."

"Uncle, what are you saying? I am Yue'er's husband. You can just call me Fuhan."

Song Ang was impressed by Shen Fuhan's approachable manner and couldn't help but look at him with higher regard.

But he was stunned by that one glance.

The man beside Riyue'er clearly doesn't look like that.

He hesitated and asked, "Did you and Yue'er leave the manor more than a month ago?"