Bai Qianmo's arrival plunged the originally warm and touching scene into a deathly silence.
Looking at the young and beautiful girl in front of them, Bai Kangyan and Han Songyan, as her biological parents, were momentarily at a loss for words.
Bai Xiruo, who was still being held in Han Songyan's arms, suddenly froze, her face turning even paler.
“Sister Yan, this is Qianmo.” Zhou Mei broke the silence first.
She took two steps into the house and found Bai Qianmo still standing at the door.
They thought Bai Qianmo was like Granny Liu visiting the Grand View Garden for the first time, and was stunned by the luxurious decoration of the Bai family.
"Qianmo, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and call for help."
Bai Qianmo blinked gently, her eyes still filled with a vast, lifeless stillness.
His gaze shifted from Bai Kangyan and Han Songyan, then indifferently swept over Bai Xiruo and the conspicuous red suitcase beside her.
The corners of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly.
She didn't speak, but simply followed Zhou Mei in, her steps leisurely, giving off a strong sense of aloofness.
Bai Kangyan was the first to react and walked up to Bai Qianmo.
He took a good look at it, then smiled gently.
"The child is still a bit estranged, let's take it slow. Qianmo, welcome home."
Bai Qianmo looked calmly at Bai Kangyan, her biological father.
I heard he's almost fifty, but he looks like he's in his early forties; he's in great shape.
Bai Kangyan met those eyes and his heart clenched.
Having navigated the business world for many years, he had seen all sorts of people and believed he could read their emotions at a glance.
But the eyes before me showed no panic, no fear, no unease, and not even any emotion.
It was like a pool of cold, stagnant water.
But undeniably, the moment he saw her, he knew that the girl before him was his daughter, Bai Kangyan and Han Songyan.
Because her face looks so much like her mother's.
Han Songyan felt Bai Xiruo's body stiffen. She gently took Bai Xiruo's hand and pulled her to Bai Kangyan's side.
Her gaze fell upon the stranger before her, who was none other than her daughter, whom she had carried for ten months.
"Qianmo, this is Xiruo. You were born on the same day, but she was born two minutes later than you, so you are the older sister and she is the younger sister."
When Han Songyan spoke, she didn't greet her daughter, whom she had lost and found, with the same tone as Bai Kangyan, who welcomed her home like a family member.
There was no trace of joy or emotion on her face; in fact, a hint of sorrow lingered between her brows.
The first thing he said to her was to introduce Bai Xiruo.
Clearly, it was to tell her that Bai Xiruo was also a member of the Bai family.
It was also a warning to her that Bai Xi was not someone she could underestimate.
"Hello, sister!" Bai Xiruo said weakly, her voice trembling slightly.
It sounds very cautious.
Han Songyan held Bai Xiruo's hand tightly and patted her back tenderly.
Bai Qianmo lowered her head slightly, her gaze coldly fixed on the tightly clasped hands of Han Songyan and Bai Xiruo, mother and daughter.
A languid smile curved her beautiful lips: "Hello."
The voice was cold and distant, making one feel unimportant.
Han Songyan frowned slightly, saying nothing, but she felt somewhat displeased.
The scene of the family reunion was neither particularly moving nor earth-shattering.
There was no desperate weeping or wailing, nor any wild, joyful laughter.
The event was uneventful with a hint of awkwardness, and ended hastily.
Bai Qianmo's reaction remained consistently cold and indifferent.
The couple didn't know what to ask.
Han Yaxin and her daughter Nie Siqi, standing to the side, couldn't get a word in edgewise.
...
at the same time
A flight from country Y to China landed on time at Beijing Capital International Airport.
Reporters from several television stations were already waiting at the airport exit.
Even the logos of official television stations like CTS (China Television System) appeared on the list.
Passersby turned their heads and stopped to look in curiosity.
What kind of heavyweight celebrity is going to appear?
Just then
A reporter from CTS News Channel was speaking eloquently to the camera.
"Today, Gu Jueye, who won the Nobel Prize in Biology, has returned to China. At only 26 years old, he has already become one of the most renowned cell biologists in the world, and his research on the X-cell has already entered medical applications..."
Mention Gu Jueye, and everyone in Beijing's social circles knows him.
He grew up in a military compound, was of impeccable revolutionary lineage, and was also a genius with an IQ of 156.
He entered JQ University at the age of 17, obtained dual doctorates in biology and medicine at the age of 23, and then entered the top biological cell research center in Y country. At the age of 26, he won the Nobel Prize in Biology.
His 26 years is something others can't achieve in several lifetimes.
Moreover, he was also a beauty.
How handsome is Sir Alex Ferguson?
There's a saying in Beijing's elite circles.
Think you're beautiful? Go stand in front of the Duke and see if you still have the nerve to talk back.
The lord's beauty is from the inside out; he has a handsome appearance, but it's just a superficial facade.
What truly makes him beautiful is the inherent nobility within him.
Who told him to be the heir of the Gu family?
The Gu family, the most prestigious family in Beijing's elite circles.
In front of this man, those so-called wealthy families are nothing but trash!
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