Shen Shuhe turned his gaze to Owen when he heard the voice.
She was silent for a second, not knowing why this man suddenly asked about this, but because he was Jasmine's uncle, Shen Shuhe replied truthfully: "Basically in Nanlin."
"Basic?"
“I worked in Jiugang frequently in the past three years,” Shen Shuhe added.
Owen touched his chin and confirmed: "That means Miss Shen was born and raised in Nanlin?"
Shen Shuhe nodded.
Owen's eyes lit up and he glanced back and forth between her and Jasmine's faces.
She's from Nanlin and looks so much like his daughter Jasmine. It's hard to say that they are not related.
Owen always remembered that he ate, drank and lived with Jin Yanzhou, so he had to make some contribution to him.
So he asked again: "Miss Shen, are you sure you only gave birth to that little bastard from the Pei family? Is it possible that you are actually pregnant with a boy and a girl..."
...
...
"No. In fact, you have other children?"
Owen rejected the possibility of twins, since he knew that Jasmine was Jin's biological daughter, and that little bastard was like a devil, so he definitely couldn't be Jin's child.
So there is only one possibility, will Shen Shuhe secretly give birth to another child?
If Jin Yanzhou were present, he would definitely kick Owen out of the window.
It's getting more and more outrageous.
Owen also knew that there was no clue about this matter, and he was not even sure whether Shen Shuhe had given birth to two children, but adhering to the idea of asking eight thousand wrong questions rather than letting one go, he still asked.
What if it's just such a coincidence?
However, the result disappointed him.
After a brief silence and embarrassment, Shen Shuhe shook his head at Owen: “No.”
She understood what Owen meant.
She never asked about Jasmine's mother, and Jasmine never brought it up.
But from the contact during these days, she roughly guessed that Jin Yanzhou was currently raising Jasmine alone and she had no nominal mother.
That's why when we first met she pulled me over and wanted me to be her mother.
But now from what Owen said, could it be that they actually don’t know who Jasmine’s mother is?
Thinking of this, Shen Shuhe's eyes flickered slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at Jasmine's little face.
She stood beside her obediently and sensibly, looking up at her with her clear and watery eyes.
My heart suddenly softened, as if I was stung by something, and felt numb and sour.
She knew what Owen was thinking, but...how could such a bizarre thing happen?
Besides, how many children did she have and who they were? How could she not know?
Shen Shuhe sighed softly, thinking that Owen had not woken up yet, otherwise he would not have talked in his sleep so early in the morning.
"Mr. Irving has really free-spirited ideas."
Owen didn't understand the woman's hidden teasing and thought she was really praising him, so he waved his hand and smiled.
Alas, it seems that he is really desperate and is trying all kinds of treatments.
Sure enough, there would be no such coincidence.
Owen reached out and rubbed Jasmine’s hair, thinking that she liked Shen Shuhe so much, maybe it was really fate.
After all, the Chinese people believe in this the most, and now he also feels that it is indeed quite mysterious.
“Ms. Shen, I leave Jasmine to you. Jin will pick her up in the evening.”
"Okay, don't worry, I will take good care of Jasmine."
Owen waved, turned around and got on the elevator.
After closing the door, Shen Shuhe took Jasmine to sit on the sofa and brought her milk and drinks.
Jasmine didn't let her do any work, but pulled her to sit down and said she wanted to see her face.
The swelling has subsided a lot this morning, but there are still faint fingerprints.
"Sister Shuhe, have you applied the medicine?" Jasmine asked with concern.
Shen Shuhe replied, and Jasmine was relieved.
"By the way, Sister Shuhe, Uncle Owen...sometimes speaks strangely, but he means no harm." Jasmine recalled the scene at the door just now and helped Owen explain.
Shen Shuhe didn't care too much about this. It wasn't like she had just met Owen. Besides, foreigners were open-minded and would say whatever they wanted.
"It's fine."
Seeing that Shen Shuhe really didn't care, Jasmine smiled, then pulled her fingers to play.
Shen Shuhe was about to take out the cup to pour her milk when she suddenly heard the little girl sigh: “Alas, but it’s good that what Uncle Owen said is true.”
"Why isn't Sister Shuhe my mommy?"
Jasmine looked at Shen Shuhe's pretty face, her eyes showing desire.
Listening to Jasmine's low murmur, Shen Shuhe paused.
Then he put the cup in front of her as if nothing had happened.
Shen Shuhe pursed his lips and asked curiously, "You... don't know who your mother is?"
Talking about this topic, Jasmine was unusually depressed.
She shook her head. "I only know that since I can remember, there have only been Daddy, Grandpa, Grandma, and Uncle Owen around me."
"I don't know who Mommy is or where she is."
Not even sure if she is still in this world...
Jasmine didn't say the last sentence.
Neither Daddy nor Grandma told her about this. She asked him several times when she was little, but Daddy just rubbed her head and touched her face every time without answering her.
Grandma gently asked her, "Did Daddy and Grandma make An Hua sad?"
Jasmine shook her head and said no, her daddy and grandma loved her the most.
Grandma hugged her and smiled.
Over time, Jasmine no longer brought up this topic.
One time, Uncle Owen let it slip when he was drunk. It turned out that Daddy didn't tell her because he himself didn't know who her mommy was.
Since that was the case, Jasmine no longer cared about this matter.
She is surrounded by her loving daddy, grandparents, Uncle Owen, and the butler, and she lives a very happy life.
As for the mommy whom she had never met, she longed for her, but Jasmine also knew one thing: if her mommy was really still alive, she believed they would meet one day.
Until then, all she had to do was wait.
Jasmine looked at the milk in the cup with a slight movement of her eyes, and then she looked up at the woman beside her.
The next second, she hugged her tightly.
Jasmine rubbed Shen Shuhe's chest. She had a feeling that she had been waiting for something.
Shen Shuhe was held by Jasmine without moving, and gently hugged her shoulders.
There was a hint of regret in her eyes. This topic must have made the little girl sad.
Chen Shuhe said nothing, but patted Jasmine's back with his palm, silently comforting her.
After a moment, Jasmine straightened up and said, "Sister Shuhe, I'm fine."
"No matter who my biological mother is, anyway... you are the one I love the most right now." The little girl said with a firm tone and a serious expression.
Hearing this, Shen Shuhe raised the corners of his lips and said that he also liked Jasmine.
The smile returned to Jasmine's face.
Seeing that she was no longer disappointed, Shen Shuhe got up to prepare breakfast, and Jasmine followed her, looking at her without blinking.
Shen Shuhe occasionally asked her about her preferences, and Jasmine answered every question obediently.
Looking at Shen Shuhe's back, Jasmine rested her chin on her hand and thought.
In fact, she felt that what Uncle Owen said was sometimes quite reliable.
For example, although Sister Shuhe is not her mother, she can become her mother through hard work.
Jasmine suddenly felt that this was a long and arduous journey, and she had to keep working hard!
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