Lu Mo was certain that Ye Qingqing was most likely not a premature baby. How could a premature baby be healthier than a full-term baby? He was born before eight months of gestation and had been weak and sickly since childhood. He would cough whenever the seasons changed and also had bronchitis.

It wasn't until Grandpa Lu taught Lu Mo martial arts that his health gradually improved. By the time he was ten, he had grown taller. Lu Qingquan was stronger than him when he was young, but now he is still half a head shorter than him, and his physical fitness is not as good as his.

Lu Mo remembered clearly that Ye Qingqing could run and jump from a young age and rarely got sick. Even if she caught a cold, she would get better after a few days of runny nose and didn't need to take any medicine.

Grandpa Lu used to say that Qingqing was stronger than a calf.

The chances of a premature baby growing into a mature adult are extremely slim.

Lu Mo had a new guess: it was very likely that the reason Xu Yali hastily married Ye Zhiguo was because of Ye Qingqing.

Let alone eighteen years ago, even now, a woman who gets pregnant before marriage will be drowned in gossip. People who are not mentally strong simply cannot survive. Xu Yali is very likely to have married Ye Zhiguo, who is inferior in every way, for this reason.

but……

Who is the man Xu Yali is so concerned about, who is also Ye Qingqing's biological father?

Lu Mo couldn't help but ask again, "Does Aunt Xu only know Ye Zhiguo?"

Lin Shufang was displeased. "What do you mean? Your Aunt Xu is a respectable person. How could she know other men!"

"I just want to know if Aunt Xu has any close male friends? Same-sex friends are fine too," Lu Mo explained.

"I've never heard your Aunt Xu mention it. Back then, who would want to be friends with people like us? People would avoid us like the plague."

Lin Shufang looked somber as she recalled the unbearable past. Those people were truly capable of twisting the truth. If her husband hadn't been a martyr, she probably would have been sent to a farm for reform through labor as well. But because of her husband's affair, her former close friends no longer associated with her.

"Why are you asking about your Aunt Xu all day? What happened?" Lin Shufang was quite puzzled; Lu Mo wasn't the type to pry into other people's business!

Tie Dan, who was chewing beef tendon, looked up and said, "Qingqing misses her mother today."

Lu Mo blushed, picked up the biggest piece of beef tendon, and stuffed it into Tie Dan's mouth. "Don't talk while you eat!"

How come I never noticed before that this idiot had such a chatterbox!

Tie Dan choked so hard his eyes rolled back, and it took him a while to chew and swallow. He said aggrievedly, "I only told you when Auntie asked me."

Lin Shufang glared at her son, then picked up a piece of beef for Tiedan, saying, "Eat more meat!"

"Why……"

Tie Dan was overjoyed. The food at the battalion commander's house was really good. The dishes they usually ate were even more plentiful than what they ate during the Chinese New Year.

Lu Mo deliberately ignored the intense gazes from Lin Shufang and Old Master Lu, calmly chewing his beef, though his face was burning red. He hurriedly ate a bowl of rice and then went back to his room.

He needed to sort out his thoughts slowly. There were too many suspicious points about Ye Qingqing's background, as well as Xu Yali... and that mysterious fortune, all shrouded in mystery.

There's also Ye Zhiguo's scheming and ulterior motives.

Lu Mo felt a chill run down his spine, a deep sense of lingering fear washing over him. Fortunately, Ye Qingqing hadn't completely gone astray and had realized something was wrong, so it wasn't too late.

Outside, Lin Shufang said with a smile, "Dad, Qingqing is really Amo's lucky star. Amo looks much more energetic these days."

Grandpa Lu nodded with satisfaction, "Qingqing is a good child. We must treat her well after she marries into the family."

"Absolutely. I've watched Qingqing grow up since she was little, she's like my own daughter. I'm going to check if the soup is ready. I put a few dendrobium flowers that Qingqing picked in it, and I'll let Amo drink it in a bit."

Lin Shufang jogged to the kitchen, her steps light and graceful. Compared to her dejection and sadness a few days ago, Lin Shufang now smiles every day.