Jiang Jingyu's confidence gradually dissipated.

She should have been staying in a nursing home.

She only moved back after her son went abroad for medical treatment a few years ago, using that as an excuse.

Later, when Shen Jinmo woke up, she discovered that he had lost his memory. She then ordered the entire Shen family not to mention Lu Zhiwei, that unlucky woman.

“I don’t care whose son he is, but he, Lu Anyu, is the son I adopted in the United States. He called me Daddy once, so I will always be his Daddy.”

Shen Jinmo carried Lu Anyu and placed him in his bedroom on the second floor to rest.

He hadn't returned for many years, and his room was always kept clean and tidy by servants.

Once placed on the bed, Lu Anyu rolled up the blanket, wrapped himself up like a silkworm cocoon, and hid inside, crying incessantly: "I'm not an orphan, I'm Mommy's son, I'm not an orphan."

"Whether you're an orphan or not, your mother loves and pampers you, that's an undeniable fact. What does it matter if you're her biological child or not?" Shen Jinmo sat on the edge of the bed, trying to comfort him.

"Waaaaah..."

Lu Anyu sobbed, tears streaming down his face.

Shen Jinmo knew that no matter what he said, he wouldn't understand.

After all, An'an is only a five-year-old child.

In a child's subconscious, the idea that a foundling is going to be sent back to an orphanage can shatter their sense of security.

"An'an, get some rest. Call Uncle Shen if you need anything." Shen Jingmo got up and closed the door.

When Xiao Chen returned from buying water and found the car empty, he was terrified.

He suspected that Lu Anyu might have climbed through the window to the Shen family's house, so he disregarded his reputation and immediately knocked on the Shen family's door.

Shen Jinmo opened the door himself.

Upon seeing Shen Jinmo, Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment. Before he could speak, Shen Jinmo said, "Go back and tell Lu Zhiwei that her son is with me. Tell her to come and pick him up in person."