Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 157: Could She Be Her Own Mother?

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Could She Be Her Own Mother?

"He’s so busy, how could he have time to accompany an old lady like me?" Upon hearing the news of Ji Wei’s wedding, Old Madam Ji’s mood improved slightly.

"You’re my grandmother, which means you’re his grandmother too. It’s only right." Ji Wei tightly hugged Old Madam Ji. "Grandma, could you eat something for me? Let me feed you."

After speaking, Ji Wei directed a glance toward A Xiu, who was standing by the half-open door.

A Xiu hurriedly walked in, carrying a steaming plate of food in her hands.

"I still remember how, as a child, I refused to eat, and you would chase me all over the house to feed me." Ji Wei scooped a bowl of chicken soup, blew on a spoonful, and brought it to her grandmother’s lips. "Eat a bit, will you?"

Ji Wei had been indulged from a young age, always having things done for her without lifting a finger. Old Madam Ji couldn’t help but let a hint of surprise flash through her eyes while she sighed internally: her little girl had truly grown up and learned to care for others.

Old Madam Ji no longer resisted. After finishing the chicken soup, Ji Wei sat with her grandmother and chatted for a long while. It wasn’t until her grandmother, overcome with sleepiness, drifted off that Ji Wei finally stood up.

Just as she rose, the photo album slipped off the blanket and was about to hit the floor with a heavy thud. Ji Wei quickly reached out to catch it.

let out a quiet sigh of relief, but as she prepared to put the album back, her

London Bridge. Because of its age, the photo had yellowed, yet even so,

with a serene and refined demeanor. She was exceptionally beautiful, and at a glance,

and the woman’s face was engraved firmly in Ji

never seen this woman before, yet a strange and inexplicable sense of

surfaced in her mind. Could this woman be her

entirely blank. Her grandmother had once explained that it was due to an accident, where she fell and hit her head on a stone, injuring

had no recollection of her mother’s face. And whenever she had tried to ask about her mother

since she had no impression of her mother, Ji Wei had

conjecture, Ji Wei picked

They were in English, but translated,

Wanfei—her mother’s name.

Wei couldn’t contain her emotional excitement.

in the joy of discovering her mother’s photo, the old madam on the bed suddenly turned over, startling Ji Wei so much her hands froze for a