Cheng Wenqing had thought it would take much longer to persuade him. She hadn't expected Cheng Yue to agree after just one night.
Overjoyed, Cheng Wenqing held Cheng Yue's hand, too choked up to speak, and could only keep calling him a good boy.
The Chengs were a large clan. Although they had retreated into obscurity after weathering turbulent times, the wealth they had accumulated over generations was not to be underestimated.
Cheng Wenzhuo was a descendant of the main branch. Now that they had found him, they would of course bring him home with all due care and respect.
Relocating a grave was a major undertaking. Cheng Wenqing had returned to the country after reaching adulthood, and over the past few years, she had gradually transferred her overseas assets back.
She had married a calligrapher and had a whole brood of grandchildren. The moment this family matriarch spoke, those eager to help her formed a long queue.
The once-quiet courtyard was now practically bustling with visitors, and the villagers learned that the family of Old Ox Head, whom no one had ever cared about, had come looking for him.
"I hear they're a wealthy family, too!"
Watching the stream of cars and young people in sharp suits, the elderly men and women sitting beneath the great pagoda tree looked on as though enjoying a spectacle. Occasionally, when those clearly not to be trifled with weren't looking, they pursed their lips and pointed.
As the old saying went, people resented those who had wealth and mocked those who had none.
That mentality was most readily seen in the countryside. Everyone had started out the same, or perhaps you had been worse off than them. But once you suddenly rose above them, they couldn't accept it.
Cheng Yue didn't care about