Chapter 522 What is your relationship with my mother?
Everyone opened their eyes wide, staring intently at the real face revealed through the thin curtain.
"Yaoyao!" Lin Jue blurted out.
After shouting, he strode forward uncontrollably and grabbed the woman's arm.
"It's really you!"
Lin Jue's tears welled up in his eyes. The emotions that he hadn't even realized before, and perhaps had been buried for many years, suddenly burst out.
"I knew it was you!"
"Hahahaha—" Lin Jue's voice was frantic, and he was completely out of control. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he was possessed by a demon. "I knew you wouldn't die! Your medical skills are so great, and you're such a good person, how could you die so easily!"
"Yaoyao, do you still remember me?" Seeing the coldness in the woman's eyes, Lin Jue wiped the tears from his eyes and pointed at himself anxiously, "I am Lin Jue, I am your husband."
As if remembering something, Lin Jue turned his head suddenly and pointed at Bian Zhi at the door. "Look, that's our daughter, Zhi Zhi. She's grown up so big. You haven't seen her grown up yet, right? Doesn't she look like you? They have the same markings."
"Zhizhi," Lin Jue waved enthusiastically at Bianzhi, like a devoted husband reunited after a long separation. "Come here, this is your mother. Haven't you always missed your mother terribly? Why don't you come over now?"
Bian Zhi stood where he was.
The blood that had been surging a few seconds ago completely cooled down at this moment, and she looked at the woman in front of her quietly.
The woman was wearing a knee-length pale pink dress. She had the same bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and bright lips as her. She looked 50% similar to her, and 50% similar to Bian Yaoyao...
About nine points.
Very similar, very similar.
Can.
"She is not my mother." Bian Zhi opened his mouth, his tone filled with deep disappointment and subtle sadness.
"What?" Lin Jue was dumbfounded. He looked at Bian Zhi in confusion, then turned to look at the woman in front of him again.
Bian Yaoyao was once the most beautiful woman in City A. Even without makeup, she was still considered a national beauty.
A pair of big eyes, standing quietly, seem to be telling endless charm.
"Impossible!" Lin Jue said decisively.
How could he not recognize the woman who had been lying beside him for so many years? This extremely beautiful woman in front of him must be Bian Yaoyao.
He shouted at Bian Zhi, "Zhi Zhi, what nonsense are you talking about? This is your own mother. Even though you've been separated for so many years, you shouldn't not recognize her!"
In Lin Jue's opinion, Bian Zhi was being particularly rebellious at this moment.
If she wasn't his own daughter, he might have even said "unforgivable"!
Facing Lin Jue's hysteria, Bian Zhi remained calm. She stood there calmly, trying hard to control her emotions.
Then, once again, in a firm tone.
"She is not the mother."
Lin Jue was stunned. He stared at Bian Zhi and said in a bad tone, "What evidence do you have? There's a living person standing here, how could it not be true?"
"I'm definitely not," the woman said amidst Lin Jue's questioning. She smiled softly, like a gentle stream, warm and dazzling, "I'm not Bian Yaoyao."
Lin Jue was stunned and looked back blankly.
The woman took a step forward, smiling and approaching Bian Zhi. Under the dim light, she raised her hand and said, "Bian Zhi, hello. I didn't expect to meet you in such a situation. My name is Ning Maimai. If you like, you can call me Aunt Yuan."
Bian Zhi looked at the hand raised in front of him.
Looking at the face in front of her that looked so much like her mother's, she felt a little dazed, but her mind was extremely clear.
She raised her hand and shook it, "Hello, I'm Bian Zhi."
Ning Maimai smiled. She looked at Bian Zhi under the dim light, nodded, and said in a tone similar to a casual chat, "I've always heard Yuan Yining say that you and I look a lot like each other. Now that we meet, it seems we are indeed quite similar. If you didn't know me, you might actually think you were my daughter."
"However," Ning Maimai looked at Bian Zhi intently, carefully examining every inch of her skin. She chuckled and said casually, as if jokingly, "If your mother were still alive, she would probably be very happy to see you looking so bright and beautiful now."
Bian Zhi looked at the person in front of her. This was the first time she met Ning Maimai, but she felt an endless sense of familiarity.
Maybe it’s because her face looks so similar to her mother’s.
"impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
"You must be Bian Yaoyao. I don't believe a single word you say about Ning Maimai! You're lying to me, aren't you?"
Lin Jue was unwilling to believe it. He firmly felt that the person in front of him must be Bian Yaoyao.
Ning Maimai looked at Lin Jue's reaction and smiled, her smile full of sarcasm.
She looked straight at Lin Jue and questioned him condescendingly in a tone reminiscent of Bian Yaoyao, "Cheating on your spouse, what moral high ground are you standing on? How dare you stand here with such impunity? What kind of infatuated persona are you playing? Who are you trying to disgust?"
When Lin Jue heard this, he immediately opened the mouth.
Ning smiled faintly and looked at Lin Jue coldly, sizing him up and down.
"I heard that you attracted Bian Yaoyao with this face back then. Now it seems..."
Ning Maimai sighed and shook her head, "Not bad at all."
"It seems that Bian Yaoyao has a problem with his vision and is not good at judging people. You are the same as Lu Yao, that traitorous and black-hearted bastard who betrayed his master."
Lin Jue was angry.
I also completely believed that the person in front of me was not Bian Yaoyao.
Bian Yaoyao was the most gentle woman in the world. He had never heard anything bad about anyone from her, nor had he ever heard her describe himself in such a vicious way.
This woman actually dared to say that to him in public!
"Who on earth are you?"
Ning Maimai seemed too lazy to answer Lin Jue's question. Instead, she turned her head, her eyes changed, and looked at Bian Zhi gently.
He asked softly, "Little girl, how did you know that I am not your mother?"
Bian Zhi looked at Ning Maimai with an obedient look in his eyes and answered every question, "My mother has a very small mole under the left corner of her eye."
Ning Maimai nodded, as if she understood, "That's right, I don't care about this."
These words made Bian Zhi's eyes narrow.
However, she didn't show it, but said in a calmer tone: "Besides, my mother's pulse-taking technique is not like this."
Ning Maimai looked at Bian Zhi with interest. "This thing, can't change? It's been so many years, do I have to be so conservative?"
Bian Zhi: "Some things last a lifetime, such as deeply ingrained habits."
Ning Maimai smiled when she heard this, "Anything else?"
Bian Zhi nodded. "My mother... loves me very much. If she appeared in front of me, she wouldn't be so indifferent."
Ning Maimai cried out in injustice upon hearing this, and reached out to pinch Bian Zhi's face, "Little girl, you're wrong. I'm really looking forward to seeing you. I'm not that excited, it's just because I saw you a few days ago."
Bian Zhi shook his head slightly.
"To be able to calm down after seeing someone from afar is not mother-daughter love, but at most, family love."
At this point, Bian Zhi finally asked directly.
"So, may I ask, what is your relationship with my mother?"
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