<h4>Chapter 871: He Was Home</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Larbre Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Larbre Studio


    “Madam Gu...” the middle-aged woman cried out as she ran and her face was flushed red.


    She ran into a room where a couple who had been married for more than 30 years was watching television. The wife was named Yang Yun and she was 56 years old this year. She wore a dark brown jacket and she wasn’t considered old but her hair was already peppered with gray which made her look like she was in her sixties. Her husband, Gu Chengli was only 64 years old but he had to rely on a walking stick to walk.


    This was a couple who looked older than their actual age.


    “What’s wrong, Qinhui? Why do you look so flustered?” Yang Yun asked as she looked at the nurse she hired who had been in the service of the Gu family for 11 years.


    The middle-aged woman opened her mouth to speak and her eyes were extremely wide, as though she couldn’t believe what she had just seen. She pointed toward the door with a trembling finger and said with a quivering voice, “Madam, Shao... Shao... Shaoqian.”


    “What?” Yang Yun froze in shock and she suddenly shuddered at the mention of this name. She lost her grip on the remote control and the remote control fell to the floor.


    She frowned at looked at Qin Hui in confusion. She didn’t know why her nurse had suddenly mentioned Shaoqian.


    Gu Chengli also frowned but he looked very displeased as though he didn’t want to hear his son’s name being mentioned.


    “What kind of nonsense are you spouting?” Gu Chengli couldn’t help but admonish Qin Hui. His eyes zed with anger and his hands were balled into fists as he struggled to control his emotions.


    “Mister Gu... it’s true. It’s truly him...” Qin Hui was so emotional that she started to stutter as she pointed in the same direction with a trembling finger.


    Gu Chengli used his walking stick to help himself up from the sofa. He didn’t like someone else mentioning the name of his deceased son but he was able to see the doorway through the window.


    He saw that there were two people standing at the doorway and after he put on his sses, he saw that it was a man and a woman at the door but he couldn’t see their faces.


    Yang Yun also looked toward the door but her eyesight was so bad that she could only see two blurry figures.


    They slowly walked out of the room and toward the door. Yang Yun held on to her husband, terrified that he would slip and fall.


    The closer they got to the door, the better they could see their visitors’ faces.


    Gu Chengli suddenly froze and the walking stick in his hand dropped with a loud ng. His eyes widened so much that it seemed like his eyeballs were about to fall out from his sockets.


    His wife Yang Yun who stood beside him almost fainted dead away.


    He Xiyan had been observing the reactions of this elderly couple. If she guessed that this couple was Jiahang’s parents.


    She turned to look at Jiahang and noticed that he had pursed his lips tightly and his face was so pale that it seemed like it was powdered. Tears swam in his eyes.


    “Dad... mom...” she suddenly heard Jiahang cry out.


    The metal gate opened with a ng and the couple emerged.


    “Mom...” Chen Jiahang immediately pulled his mother who stood in a daze in front of him into his arms.


    Yang Yun’s entire body shook and her body was covered in cold sweat. She opened her mouth but she was so emotional that she couldn’t speak. She wrapped her arms tightly around this young man who looked so much like her son.


    No, this was her child.


    “Shao..qian,” she finally eked out after a while.


    “Mom, it’s me. I’m sorry that I took so long to remember you.”