Xinwan felt that she could be quite selfish at times. She hid her son's identity from him and did not let him know who his biological father was. This was unfair to a five-year-old child. Hence, when she heard Xiao Yu blinking innocently and asking her if that uncle was a bad person, she did not harden her heart and nod.
"He's not a bad person, but you don't have to know him. Xiao Yu, that's an adult's business."
Xinwan slowly squatted down. Her soft and fair fingers gently adjusted Tong Yanyu's collar. She had already calmed down and spoke in a gentle tone. "You're still young, so there are many things that I can't tell you. I hope you can understand me. When you grow up and I feel that the time is right, I'll definitely tell you, okay?"
Tong Yanyu had always been very obedient in front of Xinwan. Other than occasionally taking advantage of her with words, he was a very sensible and well-behaved child.
As a child who grew up in a single-parent family, Xinwan gave him 100% motherly love, but he lacked fatherly love. Xinwan was very clear about this. In the past, Tong Yanyu did not understand what a "father" was, but now that he was at this age, he seemed to have slowly begun to understand.
Perhaps it was because of this ignorant "understanding", coupled with the reverence he had for his mother, even if he would never say it out loud, he was very clear in his heart how much his mother had done for him all these years.
Hence, if Xin Wan were to talk to him seriously, he would not refute her.
He pursed his small lips. His charm was exactly the same as Wen Han-woo's. Xinwan felt that she was really hopeless. Now, whenever she looked at her son, she would think of Wen Han-woo. However, she was still paranoid and felt that Wen Han-woo was not far away.
This feeling was too infuriating. She hurriedly reached out and pulled her son's cap lower before standing up. Xiao Youran happened to drive over. Xinwan pulled her son's hand and asked him to get into the car.
She did not know if Wen Han-woo would suspect anything. After all, even if he did not see Xiao Yu's true face, he still heard about the existence of this "five-year-old child".
Xin Wan sat in the back seat and felt a splitting headache. She couldn't help but reach out to massage her temples. She turned her head and looked at her son who was sitting at the side. The little guy's mood wasn't affected at all. He even seemed to be very satisfied with the music playing in the car. His legs were shaking along to the rhythm of the music playing in the car.
It seemed that she could only take it one step at a time........ If Wen Han-woo really was suspicious and she refused to admit it, he could not do anything, right?
Anyway, as long as he did not come into contact with Xiao Yu, he would not be able to confirm anything.
Xinwan comforted herself. However, she did not know that when they were standing at the entrance of the apartment building just now, when Tong Yanyu was not wearing a cap and sunglasses, Wen Han-woo had already taken a photo of his handsome little face.
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Wen Yuehua and Seo Dong-jun's wedding was going to be in a month, so Wen Yuehua was especially busy this month. She was already past the age of marriage and had not planned to find a man to marry. However, she met Seo Dong-jun, and to her, it was like fate. Even if she did not fall in love with him at first sight, she liked him very much. Therefore, this time, when she came back, she did not plan to leave again.
In the past few days, the two of them had even looked for a house. They bought a well-furnished house, the kind that one could move in with a suitcase, so they were waiting for the wedding in a month.
Seo Dong-jun was an artist and was very famous in the circle. Wen Yuehua admired his talent the most. Coincidentally, Seo Dong-jun was rushing to finish a painting, so Wen Yuehua said that she would take care of the wedding.
"Second Miss, I've already asked someone to list out all the menus. Would you like to take a look?"
Wen Yuehua had just finalized the design of the wedding dress when a servant ran over with the wedding menu. She waved it casually and said, "Leave it there."
As she was talking, the servant at the door suddenly called, "Young Master."
Wen Yuehua looked up and saw Wen Han-woo holding the car key in one hand and the mobile phone in the other. The man's delicate features had always been calm and reserved, but now he seemed to be out of his wits. The collar of his shirt was a little loose. What was more exaggerated was that there was even a small hole on the leg of his expensive handmade trousers. It was obvious that it was burned by a cigarette.
What was going on?
In Wen Yuehua's mind, Wen Han-woo was a very strict man. Needless to say, he was very careful in his work. He never made mistakes when he was outside, let alone when he was in such a mess now.
"Hanwoo?"
Wen Yuehua stood up and looked at the man in surprise. "What's wrong with you? What happened? "
It seemed that she had just seen today's news. It seemed that there was no big change in the Wen Group. Why was he so absent-minded?
"Hanwoo, you …"
"Aunt, do you remember what I looked like when I was five years old?"
Wen Yuehua was stunned. This topic was so sudden that she did not react for a long time. "Five years old?"
To be honest, she was 15 years older than Wen Han-woo. When Wen Han-woo was five years old, she was already 20 years old. At 20 years old, Wen Yuehua was at her most rebellious. Because she did not lack any material needs since she was young, she did many crazy things in her youth, including of course, not going to school and traveling around the world.
Therefore, when Wen Han-woo was still carrying a small schoolbag, she did not spend much time with him. Now that he suddenly asked such an unexpected question, Wen Yuehua could not answer at all.
She hesitated for a long time before asking, "Why are you suddenly asking this? Did something happen to you when you were five years old? I didn't hear your father mention anything. "
"I'm asking you, what did I look like when I was five years old?"
Wen Han-woo's voice was very low. He seemed to be deliberately suppressing his emotions. Wen Yuehua was even more puzzled. "What did you look like? Hanwoo, what's wrong with you today? Aren't you usually in the company at this time? Aren't you busy? You're actually concerned about what you looked like when you were five years old. Does it have anything to do with the project? "
Wen Yuehua's logical thinking was so unique that it was unimaginable.
Wen Han-woo was asking what she looked like when she was five years old. How could she be related to the project of the company? He was not a star. Did he need to use his childhood photos to promote the project?
Wait, photos?
Wen Han-woo suddenly stood up from the sofa. Wen Yuehua was quite shocked by his sudden actions and hurriedly stood up as well. "Where are you going?"
The man had already walked past the sofa and towards the staircase. Wen Yuehua saw that he was acting strangely today and of course, wanted to chase after him. However, her phone rang. Seeing that it was Seo Dong-jun calling, she still chose to answer the call first.
Wen Han-woo ran to Wen Haoxuan and Han Eemo's master bedroom in one breath. Their room was on the second floor. They were not in B City these few days and Wen Han-woo rarely entered his parents' master bedroom. However, today's situation was special. He knew that Han Eemo had collected many photo albums. In those albums, there must be photos of him when he was five years old.
When he opened the drawer, there were indeed a few thick albums. Han Eemo was proud and arrogant when it came to other people and matters. However, when it came to her son, Wen Han-woo, she had doted on him since he was young. Therefore, all of Wen Han-woo's photos, from the time he was born until now, she had carefully sorted out all of his photos.
It was not difficult at all to find photos of him when he was five years old.
However, when he opened the album, Wen Han-woo lost control and sat directly on the floor. He was not in a hurry to open the album. Halfway through, he paused. The man's long and well-defined fingers pinched a corner heavily. His fingertips were clearly trembling.
He felt that it was unbelievable. At this moment, he felt that he was dreaming.
However, there were photos on his phone. He took out his phone and opened the album. There was only one photo on it.
The photo was taken by himself an hour ago. The clarity was very high — the woman in the photo was squatting in front of the boy, helping him fix his little collar. Her expression was gentle. And the little boy's face happened to be facing the camera. Those facial features were too familiar. They were so familiar that Wen Han-woo had the illusion that he was looking at himself when he was young.
This strong feeling collided with the subtle feeling that flowed through his heart when he bumped into him for the first time at the American airport. There was a voice in the bottom of his heart telling him incomparably clearly an unbelievable truth.
No, impossible! It was really impossible!
Wen Han-woo's sexy thin lips were tightly pressed together. He threw his phone down and spread his five fingers. His thumb and index finger pressed against both sides of his lips. The man's thick brows were tightly knitted. The voice in his heart was louder, but he denied it even more strongly.
How could it be?
Although he and Tong Xinwan had been husband and wife for six years, they were more distant than strangers. In those six years of marriage, he had never touched a single strand of her hair. Where did she get a child from?
Previously, he suspected that the child was Qin Fangang's, but was later denied by Yuan Qingcheng. He also thought that the woman might have given birth to another man's child, but when he saw that little face, that thought was completely rejected.
But how could it be his, Wen Han-woo's, son?
He stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked the corner of his lips. In the end, he still opened the album. From his birth to his five-year-old photo, it only took a few minutes. When he was five years old, Han Eemo had taken quite a few photos of him. One of the photos was of a boy in a small suit standing upright under a big tree. The corner of his mouth didn't carry a bright smile. Instead, he looked serious.
Wen Han-woo picked up his phone again and put the two photos together. He couldn't help but reach out and double tap the screen to enlarge the photo by two times. The facial features on the phone screen became clearer.
Eyebrows were eyebrows, eyes were eyes, and nose was nose. Even the charm of the little peaks of his eyebrows was exactly the same.
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