Tang Ping remembered another thing the old man had told her, and called out to the couple who had already walked out of the kitchen: "Ze'er, wait a minute."
"Mom, do you have anything else to tell me? If not, we'll go back upstairs." Si Ze asked.
He glanced at Yan Mo's waist. He had seen her support her waist several times along the way. She must have been tired out in the past two days. He planned to go upstairs and massage her now that he had nothing to do.
Yan Mo pinched his arm from behind and pulled Si Ze back to the kitchen: "Mom, tell me,"
Tang Ping turned off the fire and told the old man what he had told her:
It's like this, your grandfather told me that he will be returning to his hometown in Sixiang Village for the New Year this year, so you should make some preparations by then."
"Okay, Mom, I understand. If there's nothing else, we'll go out first." Si Ze nodded.
It doesn't matter to Si Ze where he celebrates the New Year. In previous years, even if he celebrated the New Year at home, he would still take a few days off after the New Year to go back to his hometown.
"Okay, then you guys go out!" Tang Ping ordered them to leave and picked up a new plate of tea leaves and poured it into the pot.
As for the matter of Yan Mo being included in the family tree, Tang Ping did not say anything. She had her own considerations. She would investigate the matter of the child recently. If it was really as her sister-in-law said, she would tell it even if it would anger the old man. This was her bottom line as a mother-in-law.
Without Tang Ping's instruction, Si Ze had already trotted out with Yan Mo, reached the second floor in one breath, returned to the room, and picked her up horizontally.
"Si Ze, what are you doing?" Yan Mo exclaimed, afraid that he would do something wrong, so he reached out and slapped him.
Si Ze didn't care about the strength of her kitten-like tickling. He carried her to the sofa and gently put her down.
The moment the man landed on the sofa, Yan Mo immediately jumped up.
"Don't move." Si Ze grabbed her, held her feet with one hand, and put the other around her waist. With a spin, he turned her whole body in the air and flipped her over.
Yan Mo was startled and had no time to think. She instinctively protected her stomach with her hands. Fortunately, although his movements seemed to be big, he caught her steadily and dropped her on the sofa. Then, while she was still feeling relieved, Si Ze had already pressed her shoulders with both hands.
His hands moved very lightly, just right for Yan Mo. Suddenly, she felt so comfortable that she almost cried out. The sore, swollen, and comfortable feeling in her shoulders was hard to describe in words.
Although she did nothing these days except directing the servants and accompanying her mother-in-law shopping, she was really tired. After pressing it a few times, she felt her shoulders were much more relaxed.
"Si Ze, I didn't expect you to have this skill." Yan Mo praised.
Si Ze said nothing. He didn't know how to do these things. He just felt sorry for her because she was working so hard, so he wanted to help her relax. She was such a small and soft girl, so he naturally didn't dare to press her too hard.
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Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it was the next day, the old man’s 80th birthday. The Si family banquet was scheduled for the evening, and the buffet at Golden Horn Bay had already started at eight in the morning.
The Golden Horn Bay, which is usually so quiet with only three or two people, is now extremely lively. People of all kinds, young and old, young and old, not only from this street, but also from other streets, all flocked in and enjoyed the feast.
There were many reporters present, some were reporting on the grand banquet, and some were waiting for the Si family banquet tonight. The banquet tonight would bring together the entire Mo City, and almost all the top business people in the country, the upper class. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and no one wanted to miss it.
Compared to the streets of Jinjiaowan, the old house was quite quiet. Only three or two of Mr. Si’s close friends came to celebrate his birthday in advance.
Like Grandpa Tan, the old doctor from Xinjiang City, Bing Hai Qizhao and his three uncles’ families from City A, as well as Grandpa Yan Mo and Grandma Yan Mo and a few others.
"Ding Dong." A message alert sounded in the tea room. Yan Mo, who was making tea for the guests, glanced at the mobile phone on the table to confirm who the message was from. He paused, suppressed his uneasy mood, and continued to make tea for all the guests.
"Come here." Yan Mo waved to the servant passing by the door.
The servant came in immediately as instructed.
Yan Mo pointed at the dozen or so cups of brewed tea on the table:
"I have something to do now. Please take this tea to the guests in the living room."
After giving the instructions, Yan Mo picked up her phone and hurried out. Seeing many people coming and going along the way, she thought for a moment, then walked down the stairs and headed deep into the back garden.
She came to the tea forest again. The weather in Mo City in December was still very cold. The first batch of spring tea in the tea forest had been picked yesterday. In order to increase the survival rate of the tea leaves, the Si family tea forest had been closed. At this moment, there was no one inside.
After confirming, Yan Mo opened the phone he had been holding tightly, clicked on WeChat, found the WeChat message of detective Feng Yan and opened it.
Inside was a document and a voice message. Looking at the document, Yan Mo hesitated. He slowly stretched out his hand and paused in mid-air, but he didn't dare to click on it.
Escaping cannot solve the problem, it can only make it more difficult. Finally, Yan Mo took a few deep breaths, gritted his teeth, stopped his hand in mid-air, accurately clicked on the file, and chose to read it.
When she saw the contents of the document, even though she was mentally prepared, she still found it hard to accept. It was like a bolt from the blue, shattering her only remaining hope.
"Shu Debang is the current head of the family. He once had twin brothers, Shu Jin and Shu Hou, who are identical twins..." These few lines of text in the document stung her eyes.
Yan Mo bit her lips, clutched her stomach tightly, and murmured in disbelief: "The Shu family has a family gene for multiple births. How could this happen? Why?" After she finished speaking, her breathing became rapid, like a person who fell into the deep sea and was extremely short of oxygen. After a while, her face turned red, and finally, she could only open her mouth and gasp.
Time passed by minute by minute. But for Yan Mo, it seemed as if time had stopped. She could neither hear nor see, and the pain and suffering did not diminish in the slightest as time passed.
It seemed like a century had passed before the rustling sound of leaves in the wind reached Yan Mo's ears, and she finally came to her senses.
She took the gas phone, holding on to the one in a billion chance. Although she added a lot of money, she wanted to expedite it. After all, there was only one day, and the probability of error was also high.
Yan Mo struggled to type on his phone, entering "Information authenticity."
Feng Yan replied immediately: "100%, I'll do the job, don't worry."
What is more terrifying than despair is having no hope at all. With a "bang", the phone in Yan Mo's hand slipped and fell to the ground.
She stood there, motionless, like a terracotta figurine carved thousands of years ago, letting the scorching sun above her head bake her mercilessly.
Suddenly, Yan Mo grabbed his stomach.
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