"Qiong Rong! Thank you for all your hard work these past few days. Your brother has finally found you a good family!"
After entering the Liang Residence, Xing Yan introduced Qiong Rong to Master Liang with a smile. The kindly old gentleman sitting in the reception room had initially seemed rather indifferent, as though either outcome would suit him. But when Xing Yan called Qiong Rong over and he saw the little girl, as exquisite as carved jade dusted with powder, he immediately rose from his grand armchair, his brows lifting with delight and his face glowing.
"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"
Gazing at little Qiong Rong, the steady old gentleman, who usually spoke at a leisurely pace, grew almost breathless:
"Heaven has treated me, Liang Meigong, generously!"
The old gentleman could not stop praising her:
"I, Liang Meigong, have done good all my life, yet never had a child at my knee. I thought Heaven was playing tricks on me, but who knew that, after I endured until sixty, it would bestow such a precious, heavenly child upon me!"
Looking at little Qiong Rong, lovely as fine jade and a rare blossom, Master Liang grinned so broadly he could not close his mouth. Madam Liang, whom he had summoned to meet their adopted daughter, was smiling too, all the wrinkles in her face unfurling, and for a moment she did not know what to say. But she had always offered her husband gentle words when he was discouraged and splashed cold water on him when he was pleased. Seeing him carried away with delight, the old lady, her hair adorned with pearls and jade, restrained her smile and chided him:
"Well, husband, do you see that Heaven has eyes now? And to think you spent all these days complaining that Heaven