Such news quickly trended, becoming the most discussed topic among the public.
"Holy crap, did he come back from the dead?"
"What's going on? He's not dead?"
"Didn't he get disfigured? How is he handsome again? Must have had plastic surgery."
"Could this be a conspiracy by a wealthy family?"
"My idol isn't dead, and his appearance is restored. It seems he also has a prosthetic arm. That's great, I knew my husband wouldn't die so easily."
"The one upstairs, I am Mrs. Qing, don't fight me for him."
"Conspiracy theory?"
"It's too magical, too unbelievable."
...
Everyone was discussing it, and after seeing the news, Chu Xue, Yun Shasha, and others immediately called Qing Muy野 to contact him.
However, Qing Muy野's phone was turned off. Those people were helpless and could only call Song Ci.
Song Ci brushed them all off with a simple statement: "The boss is busy and isn't seeing anyone lately."
The next morning, after breakfast, Meng Jingwei and Qing Muy野 packed their things and took the two children to the Qing family's old residence.
As their car arrived at the old residence and stopped, Aunt Chen walked out.
Seeing Qing Muy野, her eyes immediately welled up. She walked up to him and examined him from head to toe, left and right. "Young Master, is it really you?"
Her choked voice clearly conveyed her concern and affection for Qing Muy野.
Qing Muy野 smiled back, "Aunt Chen, it's me, I'm Muy野."
Aunt Chen hugged Qing Muy野, "That's wonderful, wonderful, you're alive! Old Madam will be so happy when she knows."
As she spoke, she released Qing Muy野, took his hand, and said earnestly, "You have no idea, ever since Old Madam heard the 'news of your death,' she's been completely dejected, and her Alzheimer's has worsened. It wouldn't have gotten this bad with medication, but these days, Young Madam hasn't been here either, and Old Madam lost all hope in life. Then she... she refused to take her medicine."
Aunt Chen had served Old Madam Qing for many years and had developed a bond with her.
Seeing her current state, Aunt Chen felt an unbearable sadness.
"Aunt Chen, it's our fault."
Meng Jingwei felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this. She carried her things and walked inside, "I'll go see Grandma."
"Young Madam, let me help you with the things."
Aunt Chen took the gift boxes and looked up at the two confinement nannies following behind, holding the two children.
She smiled kindly, "Oh, my little darlings, you're so cute, so adorable."
The exquisitely carved children resembled the rosy-cheeked babies in sticker books, with big, grape-like eyes and plump, pink lips, making them incredibly lovable.
"Young Master, the two children inherited your and Young Madam's good looks. They are truly beautiful," Aunt Chen praised repeatedly.
Qing Muy野 glanced at Meng Jingwei walking ahead and smiled, "The children resemble their mother more."
Talking as they walked, they headed towards the backyard.
Before long, they finally reached Old Madam Qing's courtyard.
At that moment, Old Madam Qing was sitting blankly under a towering tree in the courtyard, staring ahead with hollow eyes, holding a fat blue cat in her arms and mumbling something.
"Old Madam, look who's here!"
Old Chen called out and walked up to Old Madam Qing, pointing to Meng Jingwei and Qing Muy野.
The servants nearby saw Qing Muy野 and Meng Jingwei and were all astonished. They first froze, then collectively bowed, "Greetings, Young Master, Young Madam."
"Thank you for your hard work, you can all go about your business now." Meng Jingwei greeted them and asked them to leave.
"Yes, Young Madam."
The servants nodded and turned to leave the courtyard.
Even though they had walked away, Meng Jingwei could still hear their murmurs.