After I Let Go, She Regretted It Deeply

Chapter 6: You Still Remember to Come Home:

I slept through the entire flight. When I landed in my hometown, it felt like I had just woken up from a long dream.

A dream filled with both good and bad memories.

I smiled in relief. The past was the past. From now on, I would live for myself.

North City had changed a lot over the years. It looked nothing like the city I had left behind.

It was just as prosperous as Beijing—if not even better developed.

I casually hailed a taxi outside the airport and gave the driver an address I knew by heart.

“Ban Shan Villa?” The driver looked surprised when he heard the address.

I glanced at him and nodded.

“Young man, you look quite young. That’s where the top rich folks live. What are you doing there?”

As he started the car, he cast a curious glance my way.

I couldn’t help but smile. It seemed Ban Shan Villa was indeed famous in North City. No wonder—it was an estate developed entirely by the Song family.

“That’s my home.”

“Didn’t expect that! So you’re one of the rich ones, huh? At your age, you must be a second-generation heir, right?”

I looked at him but didn’t respond. He took the hint and didn’t press further.

He was right. I was a second-generation heir, the sole successor to the Song family, the wealthiest family in North City.

My father was a disappointment, so my grandfather, Song Qingshan, had long given up on him. Instead, he had poured all his efforts into raising me, hoping that I would inherit the family legacy one day.

But back then, I was young and arrogant. I wanted to prove myself without relying on my family, so I left for university in Beijing.

My plan had been simple: finish my degree, then return to North City to take over the family business.

But then, I met Lin Muyao.

When I decided to marry her in Beijing, my grandfather was furious.

He thought I was being reckless.

He even placed all the information about Lin Muyao in front of me, warning me that she wasn’t worth giving up the entire Song family and staying in Beijing.

But I was stubborn and chose love anyway.

Thinking about it now, it was laughable.

That old saying was true: if you don’t listen to your elders, you’ll suffer the consequences.

At least now I had woken up.

I wasn’t going to throw away my status as a wealthy heir, only to end up being made a fool of by someone else.

Lin Muyao never knew my real identity.

She only thought I came from a decent family, but because I had never relied on my family’s wealth, she never suspected anything.

Thankfully, she didn’t know. Otherwise, this divorce would have been impossible.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize we had arrived at the place where I had grown up.

“Sir, we’re here.” The driver’s voice pulled me back to reality.

“Oh, right. Thank you.” I snapped out of it, quickly paid the fare, and stepped out of the car.

Looking at the grand entrance before me, I felt a strange sense of unreality.

I hadn’t been home in almost six years.

Did Grandpa still forgive me? Would he still acknowledge me as his grandson?

I had told no one I was coming back. Would this house still welcome me?

I hesitated. Maybe I had been too impulsive.

Suddenly showing up without warning—what if things had changed? Wouldn’t it just make everything awkward?

I glanced longingly at the villa one last time, deciding to find a hotel first and reconnect with Grandpa later.

But just as I was about to turn and leave, a familiar voice called out.

“You brat! You’re finally home, and instead of going inside, you’re standing around like an idiot?”

Hearing that voice, I froze on the spot.

My throat tightened, and my eyes stung.

People say men don’t cry easily, but at this moment, hearing Grandpa’s voice, I felt overwhelmed with emotion.

“Grandpa…”

My voice caught in my throat.

I didn’t know how to face him.

I had disappointed him, ignored all his efforts, and spent years away chasing love, forgetting the responsibilities I was supposed to bear.

Now, I had returned without a word. If I were him, I’d be utterly disappointed in me too.

“You still remember to come home!” Grandpa huffed. “I’ve been waiting years just so I could scold you properly!”

“Grandpa, you can scold me, hit me, do whatever you want. I was wrong. I should have listened to you back then.”

“Enough, enough. Get inside already. Standing at the door with red eyes—people might think I bullied you.”

He waved his hand impatiently.

“Housekeeper, take the young master’s luggage to his room. And tell the chef to prepare a few extra dishes today.”

Although he spoke as if he was still angry, his face couldn’t hide the joy.

“Don’t worry, sir,” the housekeeper smiled. “The young master’s room has been cleaned regularly. It’s just as he left it, ready for him anytime. The chef even remembers all his favorite dishes.”

“Good, good.”

“Master, you don’t know—he’s been waiting for you to come back. Almost every week, he asks for updates about your life in Beijing. When he hears you’re doing well, he’s happy. When he hears you’re struggling, he gets anxious and secretly helps you.”

The housekeeper supported Grandpa as they walked inside, speaking with emotion.

“Enough with the talking!” Grandpa pretended to scold.

“Alright, alright. I won’t say more. As long as you’re happy the young master is back.”

Once we reached the living room, the housekeeper tactfully left us alone.

I sat on the sofa, feeling a little stiff.

I didn’t know what to say first.

All this time, Grandpa had been quietly watching over me, protecting me, worrying about me.

No wonder the difficulties I had faced in Beijing had somehow always been resolved so smoothly.

Now I realized—it must have been Grandpa secretly helping me.

“Grandpa, I…”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

He sighed. “I know you don’t know where to start, so let me tell you this—no matter what, I am your grandfather. And a grandfather will never truly be angry at his grandson.”

“No matter how reckless or stubborn you were, this will always be your home.”

“As long as I’m alive, you’ll always have a place here. I will always be here waiting for you.”

“Grandpa!”

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I threw my arms around him, and my tears fell onto his shoulder.

In front of him, I would always be a child—one who was loved unconditionally.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry. It’s enough that you’re back.”

Grandpa’s voice trembled slightly as he patted my back, comforting me just like he did when I was little.

After a while, I wiped my tears, held his hands firmly, and said, “Grandpa, I was wrong. I was blind. I couldn’t see people for who they truly were. I chose the wrong path and hurt you in the process. But I’ve realized my mistake. From now on, I will stay by your side. I’ll take care of you, and I’ll never act recklessly again.”

“Good child.” Grandpa smiled. “Hearing you say that is enough. You deserve my love. You’re still young—making mistakes is part of life. As long as you can recognize them and find the right path, that’s all that matters.”