<h4>Chapter 872: A Family Of Three</h4>


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


    Chen Jiahang cried. He burst into tears the moment he saw his parentse out. Nine years. They hadn’t seen each other for nine years. He hadn’t expected his parents to be so old.


    His mother, who used to be so graceful and beautiful, was now gray-haired. His father, who used to be so energetic, now needed a crutch.


    Chen Jiahang felt heartbroken as if there was a stone heavily pressing against his chest. The tears, like flood breaking the dam, surging out of his eyes.


    “Shaoqian...” Yang Yun called again. She bit her lips tightly, which even bleed. She patted her son on the back and said, “Shaoqian, am I dreaming? You must be missing home, so you came back in my dream, right?”


    Yang Yun couldn’t believe what she saw. The person before her eyes was indeed her child, but her child had been dead for nine years, so she must be dreaming. She missed her child so much that she had such a dream again.


    Over the past nine years, she had had dozens and even hundreds of such dreams, dreams of her childing back.


    “Mom...” Chen Jiahang reached out his hand to wipe away the tears left on his mother’s face. “Mom, it’s me. I’m Shaoqian. You are not dreaming.”


    Chen Jiahang cried as well asughed, reaching out to hug his mother again, who had always regarded him as more important than her own life.


    Mother and son cried together, while Gu Chengli beside them was crying as well. He knew that he was not dreaming, and that it was true that his son returned, safe and sound.


    “Dad...” Chen Jiahang looked at his father again, who was much older. He held his father in his arms as well.


    The family of three cried andughed.


    He Xiyan was still standing outside the iron gate. She watched the scene before her eyes, her eyes slightly red and tears rolling in her eyes. She felt happy for Jiahang that he could go back home and was thrilled for the family reunion.


    But if they were a family, then what about her?


    He Xiyan bit her lip, her heart stirring suddenly. She remembered that she and Jiahang had only lived together for three years without even a marriage certificate. Even if they were husband and wife, Chen Jiahang was the one in Mang vige, belonged to the Chen family, different from Gu Shaoqian. If Jiahang became Gu Shaoqian, then he had nothing to do with her any more.


    He Xiyan turned to look at the highway leading here, feeling heartaches again. She felt that some things had gradually gone away from her.


    At this moment, she really had an impulse to leave. This was Gu Shaoqian’s home, not Chen Jiahang’s, let alone hers.


    At this time, a cold wind blew past her face like a knife. She stroked her cheek and found a leaf there on her face.


    “Why don’t youe in, this beautifuldy?”


    Suddenly, someone patted her on the shoulder.


    He Xiyan turned around and found it was aunt Qin whom they first met.


    She quickly wiped the corners of her eyes and smiled at the woman, but not replying.


    The three members of the family hugging together inside the house finally released their hands.


    Chen Jiahang turned around, and only then did he find that Yanyan did note in with him. He then went back, took He Xiyan’s hand and led her into the yard together.


    Yang Yun and Gu Chengli were still wiping their tears because of thrill. They watched their son leading in a girl. They had just seen this girl, simply having not paid close attention.