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"Alright, you go ahead. I'm going to see Grandma Wu."
Wang Zhao reluctantly pulled his gaze away from Yu Songyu, trying to appear as casual as possible.
"Huh?"
"I mean, are you taking these things with you now, or leaving them here for a bit?"
"Let's leave them here for now. I'll come back to get them later!"
Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, Yu Songyu pulled out a few delicious snacks from her space and stepped through Grandma Wu's front door.
"Grandma Wu?"
"You little girl, you haven't been around for quite some time! The Supply and Marketing Cooperative is up and running, yet I haven't seen a trace of you!"
"It's all my fault; I should have come to see you sooner!"
After all the help she had received, it did feel a bit like she was burning bridges by not visiting for so long.
"Now that I finally have some free time, I'm here to make amends!"
Yu Songyu's sweet words made Old Lady Wu unable to stay mad at her.
"Put your things in the inner room first, then follow me!"
Old Lady Wu looked mysterious, prompting Yu Songyu to follow her.
The house was large, and after walking for a while, they arrived at an inconspicuous room where Grandma Wu stopped.
"Come in!"
With a creak, the door opened, and the two entered.
Inside was a space resembling a storeroom, filled with several antique shelves.
On the shelves were intricately inlaid Zisha teapots, beautifully shaped copper wine pots, Xuande style hollowed-out incense burners, and many other old items whose names Yu Songyu couldn't recall. Each piece looked exquisite.
Various calligraphy and paintings adorned the walls and cluttered the tables.
It was no exaggeration to say that the collection here could rival that of a small modern museum.
"This... this is incredible!"
Yu Songyu sighed inwardly, but maintained her composure on the surface. She admired the surroundings with a calm expression, wondering if Old Lady had brought her here for more than just a simple visit.
"Do you like them?" Grandma Wu asked, her gaze never leaving Yu Songyu. The girl appeared even more composed than she had anticipated. Who wouldn't like such beautiful things?
Yu Songyu did not hide her feelings; she was not noble, and to her, these items represented wealth.
"What if I give all of these to you?" Grandma Wu said with a smile. If Yu Songyu had shown any greed earlier, perhaps she wouldn’t have offered them at all.
"Grandma Wu, what are you joking about? These things are precious!" However, Yu Songyu reconsidered; Old Lady was so lonely and had no one to rely on. Keeping these items didn’t seem to serve any real purpose.
"How about this, Grandma Wu? How much are all of these worth? I might not be able to buy them right now, but we can take it slow!"
Upon hearing this, Grandma Wu shook her head. "I’m not selling; I’m giving! What would an old woman like me do with so much money? But there is a condition for giving you these things!"
"Conditions are fine," Yu Songyu thought to herself. She believed in the principle of no free lunch; if she could do something for Grandma Wu, then accepting these items would feel justified.
"Grandma Wu, just tell me what you need me to do!" Yu Songyu knew that Old Lady had no relatives left in this world. If she had any requests from her, even without offering these antiques, she would do everything possible to help.
"I want you to take care of me in my old age and see me off when I pass!"
Yu Songyu was momentarily stunned by this request, and Grandma Wu continued speaking. "These items are just a down payment. If you don’t trust me, we can sign an agreement. After I die, everything under my name can be given to you!"
"Grandma Wu, you misunderstood me. I was just taken aback; it wasn’t that I wanted to use you as leverage!"
"Good child, I know," Grandma Wu replied. "I am lonely and have no one to depend on. No matter how much wealth I have, it’s all external to me; it’s better to exchange it for a few years of carefree living. But in recent years, I've felt my health declining. When I'm alone at night, I often think that if I were to die one day, no one might even know! Don’t laugh at me; I fear death, but even more so the thought of dying alone. Just thinking about that feeling is pitiful."
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