In a coffee shop.
Yin Han looked at the woman who had taken off her sunglasses, his hand under the table tightened, and his fingertips turned white.
“Yin Han, I am your biological mother, Jiang Xiangqing.”
Yin Han looked at her and thought that time had been quite kind to the woman in front of him. There wasn't a single silver strand in her hair. Her jet-black hair was tied up, and the wine-red coat she wore made her look quite gentle.
However, wrinkles have quietly appeared on her forehead and around her eyes. Although she doesn't look particularly old, the signs of time are still visible.
Yin Han wasn't particularly excited and simply replied with a faint "Mm".
"What do you mean? Don't you have any questions?"
During this time, Jiang Xiangqing learned quite a bit about her son, and sure enough, he was just like his father.
Yin Han tried to sound nonchalant: "For me, it doesn't matter whether I have it or not."
After telling the truth, Yin Han wasn't as upset as she had imagined.
"Don't you want to know how you ended up in the orphanage? Don't you want your mom and dad?"
Jiang Xiangqing spoke with great anguish, showing no joy at having just found her son, nor any concern whatsoever.
Yin Han noticed it as well, of course.
"Hmm, so how can you be so sure I'm your son?"
Upon hearing this question, Jiang Xiangqing's expression changed. She seemed to be trying her best to suppress her emotions: "Because you look almost exactly like your deceased father. If you don't believe me, we can do a paternity test."
My deceased father.
These words made Yin Han freeze; it turned out his father had died long ago.
So his biological mother abandoned him and then ran away to remarry?
Upon realizing this possibility, Yin Han's expression turned cold.
"Oh, now that you have your own family, what brings you here?"
Yin Han's phone vibrated in his pocket, and Jiang Xiangqing saw his expression soften as he took out his phone to reply to a message.
She realized her purpose, controlled her unusual emotions, and seeing that Yin Han had put away her phone, she pretended to be a loving mother, her voice softening: "Yin Han, it was your death that wronged us. I can tell you about the rest slowly. You are so cold to me now because you don't want to believe that we are mother and son, so let's go to the hospital for a paternity test first, okay?"
As Jiang Xiangqing spoke, tears streamed down her face, and it must be said that she looked rather pitiful.
Yin Han couldn't understand what his so-called mother was trying to do. She said she cared about him, so why did she abandon him? Why wasn't her first reaction upon finding him one of concern and joy at recognizing him as a relative? She said she hated him, so why was she now putting on this act of deep motherly affection?
Perhaps it was because he subconsciously craved family affection that he finally agreed.
*****
Fifteen minutes later, Yin Han and Jiang Xiangqing arrived at Renhe Hospital in Nancheng.
The two completed all the procedures in less than half an hour, because there was practically no one else around at that time.
After finishing, Yin Han didn't intend to linger and was about to leave.
"Yin Han! Can I have your phone number?" Jiang Xiangqing couldn't find his phone number no matter how hard she tried, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to that old woman's house.
Yin Han recited a string of numbers and left without saying goodbye.
To be precise, his departing figure looked somewhat lost, almost as if he were fleeing in panic.
As Yin Han walked out of the hospital, he took a deep breath, got into his car, gripped the steering wheel tightly, started the car, and drove away.
After Yin Han left the hospital, a man came to stand next to Jiang Xiangqing.
"Honey, how is it?! Did they draw blood? Did they take some for testing?" the man asked excitedly.
Jiang Xiangqing nodded: "I've already taken it to the doctor for examination. We should have the results tonight. Let's go."
Jiang Xiangqing wasn't very happy. Her son seemed difficult to control, and she didn't know if he would listen to her.
Suddenly, she thought of a solution.
The moon hangs in the sky, beneath the tower.
After Nan Sheng arrived, she did not go upstairs, but sat on the large sofa next to the front desk.
She had just learned from the front desk that Yin Han had gone out and hadn't returned yet, so she was waiting for him there.
People passing by would smile and nod to greet Nan Sheng when they saw her. Even some employees who saw Nan Sheng for the first time knew who she was. The reason was simple: they had seen the photos of the male employees when they joined the company, and they knew that she was the boss's wife.
Because Nan Sheng doesn't come to the company very often, she was a little stunned when she saw this scene, but she quickly covered it up and answered with a formal smile.
But when she saw the front desk, her eye twitched involuntarily.
Honestly, this was the first time she had ever seen a male receptionist at the company.
A tall man, standing at 1.8 meters, wearing a suit specially made by the Heavenly Moon, stood ramrod straight whenever someone came in at the front desk.
While other companies have beautiful female receptionists, her son Hanbao has a handsome male receptionist. It's quite unique, I must say.
In addition, Nan Sheng seemed to notice that most of the staff walking back and forth were men, no, to be precise, they were all men.
Except for a few cleaning ladies.
Nan Sheng knew without a doubt that this was arranged by Yin Han.
Although she's quite happy that there are fewer women in the company, the fact that the whole thing is done by men might make them less motivated at work.
As the saying goes, teamwork makes the dream work.
Thinking of this, Nan Sheng decided that she still needed to talk to Yin Han. Work was very important, and she wouldn't mind if a whole group of women came. She trusted her man completely.
Thinking this, Nan Sheng's gaze fell on Yin Han outside the company door, and she immediately stood up.
Yin Han, who had just walked in, saw Nan Sheng wearing a Chanel-style suit, carrying a thermos in her hand, standing not far away, her long curly hair cascading down her body, looking extremely gentle.
Their eyes met, and when Yin Han saw Nan Sheng, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly felt his eyes getting hot.
Nan Sheng frowned. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Yin Han was acting strangely, as if he was aggrieved? And that was after he saw her.
What kind of mistreatment did you suffer outside?
Before Nan Sheng could figure it out, Yin Han took two or three big strides and quickly walked up to her. Without saying a word, he picked her up and carried her towards the private elevator.
The people around them lowered their heads the moment their boss appeared, and no one dared to look.
Only after the two figures disappeared into the private elevator did everyone look up.
Don't assume that a group of men won't gossip; on the contrary, they're discussing it enthusiastically.
Nan Sheng wrapped her arms around Yin Han's neck, looked at him without speaking, and Yin Han didn't say anything either.
With a ding, the elevator reached the top floor. After entering the office, Yin Han hugged Nan Sheng and sat down on the sofa together.
Nan Sheng had already sensed that something was wrong with him. Just as she was about to speak, he hugged her tightly, with such force that it felt like he wanted to crush her in his arms.
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