"Grandpa, I'm back."
Meng Hongchen closed the villa door and called out instinctively.
Ever since the Hongchen Family had come under increasingly severe restrictions, she called for her grandfather whenever she returned home. If he did not answer, if he was not home, then there was a good chance something had happened to him.
There was no response.
Meng Hongchen's expression changed. Her figure flashed, and she appeared directly in the living room.
When she saw Jing Hongchen sitting on the living room sofa, the tension on Meng Hongchen's face eased slightly.
Thank goodness. Grandpa was all right.
But when she saw someone else sitting opposite Jing Hongchen, her eyes narrowed slightly as she turned to look.
In an instant, Meng Hongchen froze completely!
"M-Ming Jiang!"
Ming Jiang looked at Meng Hongchen and smiled faintly. "Little Meng, long time no see."
Little Meng.
Hearing that intimate form of address, Meng Hongchen suddenly felt dazed.
Back when Ming Jiang's identity had not yet been exposed, when he had still been studying Soul Tools at Bright Virtue Hall, that was how he addressed her.
Back then, she... but later...
Meng Hongchen looked dazed, her gaze toward Jiang Ming incomparably complicated.
There was love, hatred, anger, grievance, and sorrow.
It could be said that in Meng Hongchen's more than twenty years of life, Ming Jiang was undoubtedly the person who had left the deepest impression on her—and the one she found hardest to let go of.
"Little Meng, come over."
Jing Hongchen glanced at Meng Hongchen and told her to come over.
Hearing this, Meng Hongchen walked over with a complicated expression and sat down beside Jing Hongchen.
"Grandpa, why is he..."
Meng Hongchen was not actually all that shocked by Ming Jiang's appearance.
It could be said that she had been the