Xia Wan'an, who heard the sound, looked back with her little cat in her arms.

A woman in a wheelchair, pushing the wheelchair manually, slid out of the house.

The woman was wearing a white silk long skirt, which looked elegant and lively. Her facial features were very delicate, and her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Han Jingnian.

Xia Wan'an recognized this person, although she had never met in reality.

This person is Han Jingnian's aunt, Han Jingnian's father's younger sister and grandmother's daughter Han Qingqing.

Han Qingqing eloped with a poor student, regardless of the opposition of the Han family. Later, the poor student abandoned Han Qingqing and the child in her belly. At the end of his life, Han Qingqing had to come back and join her parents' home. Because it was a family scandal, Han Qingqing and her daughter rarely appeared in front of the world.

Xia Wan'an heard Han Zhijin mention things about Han Qingqing. Han Qingqing was born in dance. More than 20 years ago, she was the number one socialite in the capital. She danced well in ballet and was called "the number one white swan in the capital."

However, after elopement with the poor student, Han Qingqing had a car accident, and her legs were ruined. From then on, she had to work with a wheelchair. It is said that in that car accident, Han Qingqing was still injured by saving the poor student...

In short, from Han Zhijin's description, Xia Wan'an roughly learned that Han Qingqing dared to love and hate, and was really a moth to the fire for that poor student.

Han Qingqing's daughter is Han Yixiao. Xia Wan'an once met the little mute she met at the banquet when she was Han Jingnian's female companion.

While Xia Wan'an was turning his thoughts, Han Qingqing was already pushing the wheelchair and walking in front of her.

Han Qingqing is really worthy of being the daughter taught by her grandmother. Even after experiencing such tragic love, what is still settled in her body is elegant and gentle. Even the voice of her mouth is gentle and drizzle: "Are you... a wife who has been around for many years, Xia Wan'an?"

Xia Wan'an came back to her senses and hurriedly shouted: "Aunt."

Han Qingqing nodded with a light smile, and then her eyes fell on the cat in Xia Wan'an's arms, "This cat is so beautiful."

Xia Wan'an handed the little mirror to Han Qingqing, "It's called the little mirror."

"The name is cute, too." Han Qingqing stretched out her hand, gently stroked the head of Xiao Mirage, and then spoke again: "Today is Monday, right? It's the day for the old house to have dinner together... You just happened to be here, please bring me something back to the old house..."

"Oh, OK." Xia Wan'an hurriedly followed Han Qingqing into the small villa.

"I don't have much convenience to move, so please go to the dining table to pick it up in person. It's osmanthus brewed by myself. My mother loves to drink it the most. You can take it there and you can try it when you have a dinner together in the evening."

Under Han Qingqing's instructions, Xia Wan'an last held a small bottle of osmanthus wine in one hand and left the villa with a small mirror in the other hand.

This small villa was originally built by Han Jingnian's grandfather and was also a gift from his grandfather to his grandmother. Although he later built a larger villa in front, he was reluctant to demolish it.

Although the small villa and the old house are connected, they are also a distance away. When I walked through the open-air swimming pool and walked onto the winding gravel road in the garden, I heard a sob...

Xia Wan'an subconsciously slowed down. After she was sure she heard it correctly, she stopped. She stood there for a while and realized that the sob was coming from a large rose.

PS: This chapter draws a cute little girl to send a diary
Chapter completed!