The shoes on his feet were donated to the orphanage. They were clearly too small, but he didn't say a word, enduring the discomfort as he wore them.
He never complained, and his blankets were folded better than an adult's.
Lu Xiangsi's parents saw countless good points in this child.
On the third day, the paternity test report with Cen Mo came out, showing that this child wasn't related to them by blood. Lu Xiangsi's father broke down.
Such a strong-willed man was crying like a child in his wife's arms!
The two of them thought about it for a day and a night. Finally, Lu Xiangsi's mother discussed with her husband and decided to bring Cen Mo back to the Lu family and say that their eldest son had been found!
Now that Old Master Lu's condition was improving because he was about to see his grandson, if they were to tell him that the child they found wasn't his grandson, how could he take the blow?
Moreover, the family had been looking for the child for so long, but they still couldn't find him. They had expended a lot of manpower, resources, and money, and most importantly, they had lost faith in the search.
Lu Xiangsi's father hesitated for a moment, then reminded Lu Xiangsi's mother that once they announced that they had found the Lu family's eldest son, then they would never be able to find their own child again.
Lu Xiangsi's mother then cried to Lu Xiangsi's father, saying that she had a premonition many years ago that their son would never come back in this lifetime, that they would never be able to see their own child again in this lifetime …
The couple, who were packing their luggage and preparing to return to China, hugged each other and cried for a long time. They made up their mind to go to an orphanage in America to adopt Cen Mo and bring him back to China. They told everyone that Cen Mo was their eldest son, and they really planned to raise him as their own.
When the couple saw Old Master Lu and Old Madam Lu's health improving day by day because of Cen Mo's arrival, Old Madam Lu even personally cooked for her grandson, and even the usually quiet Lu Xiangsi surrounded her brother, that warm and harmonious feeling of a family came back, and the couple really treated Cen Mo as their own.
After hearing the story, Lin Nuan's heart raced. Song Yao asked her, "Nuan Nuan, tell me … how should I tell Cen Mo about this? All these years, Xiangsi has been Cen Mo's pillar of support. If Cen Mo finds out that he isn't a child of the Lu family and that Xiangsi isn't his sister, do you think he …"
Song Yao wanted to say something but stopped.
Lin Nuan calmed down for a moment before saying, "If you feel that you can't say it, then show Cen Mo's mother's diary to Cen Mo. Instead of relaying Cen Mo's mother's words … you might as well let Cen Mo experience the love his mother has for him in her words."
Song Yao was stunned, as if she had suddenly been enlightened!
That's right, why must I be the one to say it?! Why couldn't she be the one to show Cen Mo!
Wasn't this more direct and truer than what he had said?!
Song Yao thanked Lin Nuan and hurriedly hung up.
Lin Nuan frowned and gripped the phone in her hand. She thought of what Song Yao had said … the child in the Alabama welfare home only remembered his surname?
This gave Lin Nuan a bold idea, but she also felt that it was a little absurd.
Lin Nuan recalled what her mother had said in the letter before she passed away. Lin Nuan had lost her brother!
Her brother had also gone missing in the United States. He was two years old when he went missing. Two years old … would he even remember his surname?
Lin Nuan had no idea!
For some reason, Cen Mo's faint smile popped up in her mind. She shook her head. She was probably thinking too much! She and Cen Mo were simply … not alike at all!
…
Cen Mo wore his Bluetooth earpiece and paced around the study. He kept his hands in his pockets as he listened to the meeting on the other end of the line. From time to time, he would ask a few questions in fluent and beautiful English.
Song Yao didn't knock on the door. She stood outside the study with Cen Mo's mother's diary in her hands, feeling very uneasy.
Cen Mo's gaze swept over the door. He knew Song Yao was outside, so he hurriedly ended the meeting and opened the door.
Song Yao, who was standing in the middle of the door with her head lowered, got a shock and looked up.
"What's the matter? Why have you been standing outside for so long?" Cen Mo said as he helped Song Yao in and let her sit on the sofa.
Seeing that Song Yao was hugging something tightly in her arms like she was holding a treasure, Cen Mo smiled and asked, "What treasure are you hugging for me to see?"
Song Yao found it hard to say earlier, but now that Cen Mo asked, it was easier for her to say it. She handed the diary to Cen Mo. "Mom's diary."
"Didn't I tell you to keep it properly? You've read it? "Cen Mo smiled as he spoke, not seeming angry at all.
"Mm, I've read it and discovered some things. I feel that you need to read it too!" Song Yao decided to leave the space to Cen Mo alone, so she said, "You read it first. I … I'll come back later!"
That was all Song Yao said. She stuffed the diary into Cen Mo's arms, pulled open the door, and left.
However, Song Yao didn't go far. She stood at the door of the study, her heart thumping wildly.
Now that this big secret had been exposed, she wondered how Cen Mo would react. Would he accept it calmly or be unable to take it?
Song Yao decided to wait at the door and not go anywhere. After Cen Mo finished reading the diary, she would go in and accompany Cen Mo, accompany him forever …
Cen Mo, who had been stuffed into the diary, was confused. He casually flipped it open and saw the page with the paternity test results.
Cen Mo was stunned when he saw the paternity test results.
His gaze then landed on the diary. That page happened to record the Lu couple's visit to the Alabama Welfare Institute.
Cen Mo put down the paternity test results in his hands and flipped through page after page, his gaze dark.
Song Yao kept track of the time outside and quietly pushed open the door to the study, but she didn't see Cen Mo on the sofa …
Cen Mo was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, lighting a cigarette.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned back to glance at Song Yao, then put out his cigarette and opened the windows. "Don't come in first!"
Perhaps it was because he was upset or because he had smoked, but Cen Mo's voice sounded unusually hoarse.
Song Yao obediently stood at the door and looked at Cen Mo. The two of them were too far away, and there was a layer of smoke between them, so she couldn't see Cen Mo's expression clearly.
"Cen Mo …" Song Yao called out Cen Mo's name softly.
Cen Mo smiled at Song Yao, then walked toward her. "It's already time for your afternoon nap. Why aren't you resting?"
"I'm worried about you …" Song Yao said as she wrapped her arms around Cen Mo's waist.
She looked up at Cen Mo, her eyes reddening. Only at such a close distance could she see Cen Mo's deep gaze, as if he hadn't read the diary at all.
"I'm fine!" Cen Mo reached out to stroke the top of Song Yao's head, then hugged her. "This is what you've been hiding from me?"
Song Yao nodded. "I didn't know how to bring it up. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to accept it …"
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