Feng Suheng recounted the whole process and outcome in detail.

It was as if he had pressed the replay button and was replaying the scene after he saw Ye Wan before dawn.

"Si Chen, I know you have been waiting for this day for so many years. I just have one thing to say: no matter what decision you make, I support you!"

Having said everything he wanted to say and should say, Feng Suheng stood up and went out.

Ye Wan also stood up and patted He Sichen on the shoulder, "I'm next door."

After saying that, Ye Wan also stood up and went out.

The living room became quiet.

There is a mellow aroma of coffee in front of the nose, mixed with a hint of bitterness.

In front of me is the sentence at the end of the appraisal report: "They are father and son, mother and son."

At an inopportune moment, the faces of the couple in Licheng village popped up in He Sichen's mind.

The uncle was dull and distant when they met, but he guessed their purpose at the first moment. Then, there was the sumptuous lunch and the tube of blood he collected.

The aunt was virtuous and capable, and her house was kept in tidy order. However, when she mentioned her eldest son who was taken away, she couldn't stop crying.

There is also the daughter who married to the next village and the hardworking and motivated younger son in their conversation.

Over the years, when he was calm, he would fantasize about what his ideal home would be like.

Dad is strict and taciturn.

My mother is gentle and virtuous.

There may be other children in the family.

Then the family would occasionally mention his missing person.

Even if they can't find him in their lifetime, at least they are thinking about him, and he won't be a wandering ghost even after death.

When he felt lost and sad, he would be filled with resentment, wondering over and over again why they had been so cruel as to abandon him.

And when that day finally arrived, although the result was as Brother Heng had said, it was a little... unexpected.

But He Sichen's heart felt more at ease than ever before.

Know where he is from.

And I also know what happened in the end.

That’s enough! As for the drama that Heng couldn’t let go of…

He Sichen took a deep breath, looked back out the window, and it seemed that it was not that difficult to accept.

In the suite next door, Feng Suheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, sometimes looking left, sometimes looking right.

"I've inquired about it. The clan leader has a very good relationship with his parents. It's a typical family with a strict father and a kind mother. The clan leader is young and has good character. He has nothing to complain about his parents. He has younger brothers and sisters at home, and they are all successful. You say that someone suddenly came out and said that the son was not their son. Not to mention them, if I didn't know about it, I would have beaten him out with a big stick!"

"But if I don't acknowledge him, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat or sleep well from now on. After all, he's the flesh that fell from my mother's body after ten months of pregnancy. Sigh..."

"Sichen must be feeling bad right now! He is in a dilemma, there is really...no solution!"

I don't know if he was talking to himself or to Ye Wan.

Feng Suheng paced back and forth, sighing again and again.

Looking back, I saw Ye Wan turning his phone in his hand, as if he was waiting to see what was going to happen.

It was as if she was certain that the matter would be resolved soon.

Thinking of the question he asked at the entrance of the courtyard alley, Ye Wan did not answer.

Feng Suheng raised his eyes and looked at Ye Wan, "Sister Wan, if you were Si Chen, what would you do?"

“As for me…”

Ye Wan raised his eyes and looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the French window, "I will choose the one that God helps me choose."

???

Did God help Si Chen choose?

Before Feng Suheng could figure out what Ye Wan meant, the doorbell rang.

(End of this chapter)