At that moment, she desperately wished that Gu Feng would immediately laugh and say, "Silly girl, I was just teasing you."
She even began to regret her indifference these past few days. Because of Gu Luo being beaten, she had given the man who raised her the cold shoulder and used emotional abuse. Now, looking back, those temper tantrums had become thorns piercing her.
A terrifying thought exploded in her mind: if Gu Luozhen wasn't his biological child, then the two children Gu Feng had raised in his life were all someone else's, and neither of them had any blood relation to him.
He had never been married and was all alone, devoting all his attention to her and Gu Luo.
Gu Ximan's background is very simple. Deep in her memory, there is still a blurry image of her mother handing her hand to Gu Feng before she died. It is a fragmented image with the smell of disinfectant.
That was entrusting one's orphan to someone on their deathbed.
But Gu Luo's situation completely overturned her understanding.
“Your brother Xiao Luo is not my biological child.” Gu Feng’s voice was soft, like a feather falling on the surface of a lake, gently brushing against Gu Ximan’s tense nerves: “Just like you, Xiaoman, he was also entrusted by someone else… Now you know, it’s Tang Qi and Yi Lin.”
As he said this, he reached out to touch Gu Ximan's hair, his movements full of caution, but he stopped halfway through.
The affirmative answer was like a heavy hammer, shattering Gu Ximan's last glimmer of hope.
Her tears welled up instantly, without warning or sound. She just stared blankly at Gu Feng, her eyes red like a rabbit's.
Large tears rolled down her cheeks and landed on the snack bag on her lap.
My chest felt like it was blocked by something, both stuffy and painful, making it difficult to even breathe.
"Don't cry, don't cry." Gu Feng panicked and quickly grabbed a tissue from the coffee table, awkwardly wiping away her tears. He ran his fingertips across her burning cheeks and gently comforted her, "Even if we're not related by blood, aren't you my children? All these years of affection can't compare to a blood certificate, right?"
The more he tried to persuade her, the more Gu Ximan's tears flowed. She choked back sobs, unable to speak coherently: "But...but Dad...you..."
—Dad, you grew up in an orphanage. You never had a father or mother, not even a blood relative. You finally grew up, but now in middle age, you still don't have a single relative who shares your bloodline.
The words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat, and I couldn't get them out.
Thinking about all this, Gu Ximan felt as if her heart was being pricked by countless needles, a dense and persistent pain.
She sniffed hard, but the tears just wouldn't stop.
Gu Feng saw through her thoughts at a glance. He put down the tissue and gently patted her back, just like he would when she cried as a child. His voice was filled with a relieved smile: "My grandfather, who raised me, isn't related to me by blood, yet he still gave me the best of everything. It's not easy to be born into this world. Blood ties are predetermined, but family members are something you can choose."
These words completely shattered Gu Ximan's defenses.
She could no longer control herself, but fearing that Gu Luo in the bathroom would hear, she quickly raised her hand and covered her mouth tightly, only letting out suppressed sobs.
Her body trembled like leaves in the autumn wind, and tears streamed down her face, wetting the skin on the back of her hands and Gu Feng's sleeves.
Gu Feng didn't say anything more, but gently patted her back, one pat after another, with a steady rhythm.
Only Gu Ximan's suppressed sobs and the now irrelevant lines from the television remained in the living room.
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On the other side.
Tang Qi's studio is decorated in a way that is both warm and professional. A soft beige sofa is placed by the window, next to a bookshelf full of documents. On the desk, there are open proposals and a few markers casually placed next to it.
A warm orange floor lamp illuminated the corner, where Luo Shuning sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding the exquisitely beautiful Lin Mengyun in her arms. The little one was wearing a pale yellow onesie, and her chubby little hands were tugging at Luo Shuning's hair.
"Mengyun is so good, smile again for your big sister to see."
Luo Shuning gently stroked the little girl's cheek; the touch was as soft as cotton. She genuinely liked this little sister; her round eyes were just like Tang Qi's, and the dimples at the corners of her mouth when she smiled were especially endearing.
Unable to contain her affection, Luo Shuning leaned down and kissed Lin Mengyun's forehead and cheeks several times. The soft lips touched the little one's warm skin, making her giggle and laugh non-stop, her little legs kicking excitedly.
Tang Qi, sitting in her office chair, held a proposal for a variety show in her hands, but her gaze wasn't on the words. Instead, she looked gently at the two people playing around on the sofa.
The smile on her lips never faded; this scene filled her heart with a long-lost sense of happiness.
If Xiao Luo were here too, it would be even more perfect.
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