China Calendar, year 2000, October 10th.
The obedient little boy sitting on the chair suddenly opened his eyes. He was at a loss, and the ear-piercing sound of the car's brakes echoed in his ears.
The smell of disinfectant lingered in his nose. He looked around. It was a single ward, and there was a haggard woman lying on the bed in the middle of the room. Because she was too thin, her eyes were especially big and lifeless.
A tall man was kneeling on one knee in front of the hospital bed. He held the woman's hand tightly with both hands and buried his head in it to suppress his cries.
"Brother Junhao, let me finish. I don't have much time left.”The woman panted with difficulty, and her face turned darker and darker.
"Don't worry, I can support Momo. I will do my best to love and protect him.”The man choked.
" Brother Junhao, it's been 10 years. You've done enough. I don't know how to repay you. If there's a next life…I don't want it. It's too tiring, too tiring…"
"Yaqin, don't say anymore. You should rest for a while.”
"There's no time. I've already sent a letter to that man... He'll take Momo away soon... I just can't bear to..."
Lin Yaqin stared at the little boy with a delicate face sitting on the chair.
"Mo Mo, Mo Mo, take a good look at Mommy. Call Mommy.”Ge Junhao said in panic.
The man got up and pulled Shen Mo to the side of the bed, asking him to call her mother.
Lin Yaqin stared at the expressionless child as if she wanted to carve his appearance into her bones. She touched Shen Mo's face as if she was holding the most precious porcelain in the world.
" Momo, I'm leaving. I really can't bear to part with you…I've fantasized about you growing up countless times…I want to see you go to and from school with your bag on your back…I want to see you get into university…I want to see you fall in love, get married, have children…"
Lin Yaqin panted with difficulty, her voice getting lower and lower.
" Momo…don't hate Mommy…don't hate him…"
Lin Yaqin was silent, and the surveillance camera let out a piercing scream. Ge Junhao rushed out with a sobbing tone and shouted for the doctor.
Shen Mo pressed his face against Lin Yaqin's withered hand and called out softly for his mother. She seemed to have heard him and passed away peacefully.
Lin Yaqin's funeral was very simple. She had been in this town for 10 years. She taught music in elementary school, stayed at home with her children, and took Shen Mo to the doctor regularly. She did not know many people.
In front of the mourning hall, Lin Yaqin's colleagues and neighbors looked at Ge Junhao and Shen Mo with heartache. The man they had been infatuated with for 10 years was like a soulless body, making everyone's eyes turn red.
And this handsome little boy had made his mother taste all the hardships of life. He was different from other children. He was born without a soul. This was what a passing Taoist priest said.
Shen Mo stood in front of the coffin blankly, looking at Lin Yaqin's faint smile in the photo. He prayed that he would wake up soon. He had not given Yuan Yuan the roses yet. He had promised to buy her and the child a big house with two bedrooms and one living room. He had not seen the baby who was about to be born in two months.
Shen Mo could not tell if he was in reality or a dream.
The most famous Jiangshan Road in Yangcheng was nicknamed the " Corrupted Road " by the common people. The people who lived here were either rich or noble. This was because this place was originally a park and had been developed into the Cui Lake Villa District by the developer. The scenery was beautiful, and the red walls and green tiles were hidden between the lakes and mountains. It was a unique place in Yangcheng, where every inch of land was worth gold. It was famous.
At this moment, in the study room of Cui Hu Villa Number One, which faced south on the north bank of Cui Bo Lake, the dignified Shen Jianquan was wearing home clothes. He held a cigar in his left hand and was reading a document with his right hand. There was a photo on the first page. In the photo, Lin Yaqin was sitting with Shen Mo, who was six or seven years old, in her arms. The child was holding a brown bear in her arms.
Shen Jianquan stared at the photo for a long time. He was mainly looking at the little boy. He had long and straight eyebrows, a straight nose bridge, dark eyes, and lips of moderate thickness. All of them showed the magic of the Creator.
"Continue."
Shen Jianquan's deep voice echoed in the study room as he took a deep puff of his cigarette.
Barkley bowed slightly.
"Young Master is indeed autistic. He has never spoken or communicated with others since he was young. He is especially quiet. Young Master's mother…"
Barkley paused for a moment before raising his head to look at Old Master and continuing," Ms. Lin secretly left back then. With Ge Junhao's help, she went to Coconut City and lived in Riverbrook Town. She became a music teacher in primary school. Due to Young Master's illness, there was no primary school to accept her, so she taught Young Master at home. Last year, Ms. Lin was diagnosed with terminal breast cancer. The news just came today that she had passed away three days ago!”
Shen Jianquan was expressionless as he continued to flip through the documents. The paternity test report on the side page clearly stated the relationship between the two.
"Go and fetch her personally.”
"Yes, Master."
Barkley bowed and left the study.
In the low-key and luxurious living room sat a graceful and beautiful woman. Not only did time not deprive her of her beauty, but it also gave her a sense of calmness.
"Uncle Fu, is Old Master still working in the study?”
"Yes, Madam."
"You've been tired for a day. Rest early.”
Uncle Fu bowed and left.
Jiang Yuehua glanced at the study and felt that something had happened. She and Shen Jianquan had been married for 25 years. Other than the few years when they started their business, the two of them respected each other and lived a peaceful life.
Even though Shen Jianquan was overbearing and boring, he was still very respectful to her. He didn't have as many worries as other rich people, so it was inevitable that he would occasionally put on a show.
The only thing that Jiang Yuehua was conflicted about was that she had given birth to three daughters for him. This made the wealthy and idle people in the circle laugh at him in private for letting outsiders benefit from his huge family business.
The richer a person was, the more they cared about the continuation of their family. Shen Jianquan was no exception.
Jiang Yuehua couldn't help but think of that intellectual woman and the child who was confirmed to be a boy. Time passed so quickly. In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed. She sighed softly, got up, and walked to the bedroom on the second floor.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
His mellow voice echoed in her ears. Jiang Yuehua was stunned. She had actually sat by the bed for an hour. Seeing Shen Jianquan enter, she walked over to help him change into his pajamas.
"It's already 11 o'clock. Is there anything wrong with the company? At this age, if there was anything, let the people below do it. Don't overwork your body.”
"The company is fine…It's a private matter…The child has been found.”Shen Jianquan said with deliberation.
Jiang Yuehua frowned in confusion. Her eyes immediately widened, and her heart beat faster.
"Found it?"
"In a small town in Coconut City, that woman died of cancer a few days ago. I asked Barkley to pick up the child tomorrow. Ask Shanshan to move back in, clean up Villa No. 3, and add some things for boys…It's too late, go to sleep.”
After saying that, Shen Jianquan lay down on the bed. Jiang Yuehua didn't know how she turned off the lights and got into bed.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
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