Ye Qingxue was the first to react. Limping from the kick he had received earlier, he hurried to his mother’s bedside.
Others might have been frightened by Old Madam Ye seemingly coming back from the dead, but he desperately wanted her alive.
Crying as he spoke—whether from pain or joy, even he wasn’t sure—he called out:
“Mom! Mom? You’re not dead, are you? Boo hoo…
If you’re alive, hurry and wake up! Second Brother beat my butt black and blue!”
The rest of the family crowded around the bed, holding their breath as they stared at the woman lying there.
“Let me rest.”
Old Madam Ye’s faint voice instantly put everyone’s hearts at ease.
Thank goodness.
She really wasn’t dead.
It had just been a false alarm.
Even though everyone had cried for nothing and Ye Qingxue had taken a beating for nothing…
As long as Old Madam Ye was alive, it was worth it.
Su Wanwan, however, didn’t think so.
She had personally checked Old Madam Ye’s pulse.
There had been nothing.
She had clearly been dead.
Even if it had only been temporary cardiac arrest, without any resuscitation, there was no way she should have come back.
While everyone else was celebrating, a childish voice suddenly broke the silence.
“Then… are we still having the funeral feast?”
The room fell silent once more.
The speaker was Ye Shengli, Eldest Uncle Ye’s son.
He had secretly been looking forward to the funeral feast.
When Fugui’s grandfather had died, there had been a feast with fish and meat.
Fugui had bragged about it for days.
Ye Shengli had been jealous and hungry.
He practically wished someone in the village would hold a funeral banquet.
Just moments ago, he had thought his own family would finally have one.
Now his hopes had been crushed.
Su Wanwan couldn’t help bursting into laughter.
This boy really was simple-minded.
Stupid, but adorable.
Zhou Xiaonan quickly covered her son’s mouth.
“You silly child! What nonsense are you saying? Your grandmother isn’t dead!”
Ye Shengli was the only grandson in the family.
Everyone spoiled him.
So he never thought before speaking.
Pulling his mother’s hand away, he continued:
“Then why were you all crying?
And why was Second Uncle beating Third Uncle?
Wasn’t it because Grandma died?”
Zhou Xiaonan felt utterly embarrassed.
She could only force a smile and apologize.
“Sorry, Mom. The child doesn’t know any better. I’ll take him away and teach him properly.”
She dragged her son away by force.
Just then, Grandfather Ye Jiangang arrived.
He had been feeling better today and had gone for a stroll around the fields.
Before entering the house, he had heard crying.
Yet by the time he got closer, the crying had stopped.
He was thoroughly confused.
When he entered and saw the entire family gathered together, he was stunned.
Everyone was here.
There hadn’t even been this many visitors when he himself had been bedridden.
“What happened?
Why’s everybody gathered in my room?”
Then he noticed Old Madam Ye lying on the bed.
Did this old woman get sick too?
A trace of secret delight rose in his heart.
When he had been bedridden, she hadn’t shown him an ounce of kindness.
Now it was her turn.
Perhaps it was finally his chance to rule the household.
Just as he was about to step inside—
Old Madam Ye suddenly sat upright.
Everyone jumped again.
“Good heavens, you little brats are noisy as hell!
Get out!
This ancestor wants some peace and quiet!”
The moment those words left her mouth, the room became even noisier.
Everyone’s faces lit up with joy.
She could curse people.
That meant she was perfectly fine.
Thank goodness!
Ye Qingxue excitedly moved forward to hug her.
Old Madam Ye shoved him away with one hand.
“GET OUT!!!”
Her furious roar sent everyone scrambling from the room.
Ye Qingxue felt a little wronged.
Why was she treating him the same as everyone else?
Normally she couldn’t bear to scold him.
She must truly have been furious this time.
He silently resolved to coax her properly later.
Ye Xiu’e shook her head helplessly and smiled.
Then she noticed Su Wanwan standing there in a daze.
She crouched down and asked:
“Wanwan, what’s wrong?
Did Grandma scare you?”
Su Wanwan snapped out of her thoughts.
“Huh? No, no.
I was just wondering how Grandma suddenly got better.”
That made Ye Xiu’e pause as well.
She had practiced medicine for years and had never encountered anything like this.
Smiling, she said:
“Didn’t Wanwan suddenly get better too?
Maybe another immortal is helping us.”
Before, she would never have believed such things.
But after her daughter’s miraculous recovery—
and the way everything in her life kept improving—
she couldn’t help wanting to thank that mysterious immortal.
Those words suddenly sparked an idea in Su Wanwan’s mind.
What if Old Madam Ye was like her?
What if she had transmigrated too?
After all, hadn’t Su Wanwan herself only arrived after the original owner truly died?
And Old Madam Ye’s way of speaking…
Her tone…
Her favorite expressions…
They were exactly like someone Su Wanwan knew.
Someone she couldn’t stop thinking about.
While Ye Xiu’e went to ask Eldest Uncle Ye’s family more about the illness, Su Wanwan quietly slipped into Old Madam Ye’s room.
Old Madam Ye was lying on the bed facing the wall.
Hearing the door open, she turned around.
A little ugly girl had slipped inside.
Just as she was about to chase her away—
the girl suddenly said:
“Ye Cuilan.”
Old Madam Ye’s heart nearly stopped.
How did this ugly little girl know her real name?
The body she had transmigrated into wasn’t even surnamed Ye originally—it had been Hu.
Seeing her reaction, Su Wanwan immediately knew she was right.
The phrases “good heavens” and “this ancestor” were her grandmother’s favorite catchphrases in their previous life.
She knew it.
The person she loved most had found her.
She rushed forward and threw herself into Old Madam Ye’s arms.
“Grandma!
It’s me, Wanwan!
I missed you so much!”
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
Heaven had treated her kindly.
It had given her a second life.
And now it had brought her grandmother to her too.
Old Madam Ye stared at the ugly little girl in disbelief.
Did she just say she was Wanwan?
Her brilliant granddaughter, Su Wanwan?
Pulling the girl slightly away, she struggled to suppress her excitement.
“What did you say?
Say it again.”
With tears in her eyes, Su Wanwan answered word by word:
“Ye Cuilan.
I’m your granddaughter.
Su Wanwan.”
Old Madam Ye felt her mind explode.
An overwhelming wave of joy swept through her body.
She pulled the little girl tightly into her embrace, tears flooding her eyes.
In her previous life, she had worked tirelessly to raise Su Wanwan.
Then, after finally earning a doctorate in medicine, Su Wanwan had worked herself to death in a laboratory.
When Old Madam Ye received the news, she had collapsed unconscious.
She had lost her husband in her youth.
Lost her son in middle age.
And in old age, she had lost her granddaughter too.
When she finally saw Su Wanwan’s body, she could no longer endure it.
She lost all desire to live and followed shortly after.
Before dying, she had only one wish:
To see her granddaughter again.
Perhaps Heaven finally pitied her lonely life.
For once, fate had been merciful.
Her wish had come true.
Grandmother and granddaughter had truly reunited in the 1970s.
The two talked affectionately for a long time.
Su Wanwan told her everything that had happened since her transmigration.
Old Madam Ye became so angry that she nearly ground her teeth to powder.
If the Su family were standing in front of her now, she’d tear them apart with her bare hands.
Still, she couldn’t resist making one observation.
“Wanwan…
How did you become this ugly?”
At that moment, Ye Xiu’e’s voice could be heard outside calling for her daughter.
It was getting late.
Since Old Madam Ye was fine, it was time for them to head home.
Old Madam Ye immediately objected.
“Go back for what?
You’ve already split from that family.
Stay here with Grandma!
I’ve got plenty of rooms.”
After finally reuniting with her granddaughter, she didn’t want to be separated from her for even a moment.