She said softly, "Once you and Xiao Luo resolve your relationship issues, and once you're both settled, I'll have a child with your father, Gu Feng."
Looking at the expectation in Luo Liang's eyes, Luo Shuhe felt a mix of emotions.
There was just so much information tonight, so much, so much!
So much that it will take a long time to digest.
Tang Qi's studio.
The night outside the window was as dark as ink, with a few neon lights shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, narrow shadows on the off-white carpet.
The grand piano in the corner was polished to a shine, and the warm light on the lid illuminated several framed photos, one of which was a family portrait of Tang Qi with Lin Yilin and Lin Mengyun, their smiles looking especially warm in the soft light.
A faint scent of aromatherapy wafted in the air, mixed with the aroma of sheet music and stale coffee. The atmosphere, which should have been tranquil, made Luo Shuning tense all over, and she even held her breath very lightly.
After Tang Qi finished explaining the whole story, Luo Shuning was completely stunned. Her body seemed to be nailed to the sofa, and her hands unconsciously gripped the tassels on the sofa armrests until her knuckles turned white.
Too much information flooded her brain, leaving it blank and unable to process it.
Tang Qi picked up the warm water from the table and handed it to her. Her voice was still gentle, but it carried an undisguised sense of melancholy: "...Because of Xiao Luo's matter, Yi Lin and I had a big fight. He went abroad alone to discuss business. He said that from the day Feng Ge took Xiao Luo away, he could only be Feng Ge's son. I understand that. We owe Feng Ge too much. We've seen how much he's suffered raising two children on his own all these years. Later, it was Feng Ge who took the initiative to suggest that when the children are adults, they should know the truth."
She paused, her fingertips lightly tracing the rim of her coffee cup, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "I know that according to the agreement, I shouldn't contact Xiao Luo privately, but when I think about how he's the child that Brother Feng raised, and how Brother Feng even took the initiative to suggest that we recognize each other... I can't help it... I always want to care about him a little more."
"I met your mother, Luo Ya, once at the film academy auditions." Tang Qi's voice softened, tinged with regret. "I still remember the song she sang back then. If it weren't for her sudden health problem preventing her from participating in the subsequent training, Yi Lin wouldn't have had the chance to get that spot on the variety show. She's truly talented, and she really loves you all so much..."
Luo Shuning listened blankly, her expression wooden, but her eyes unconsciously reddened.
Those hazy childhood memories now have a clear outline, but this outline is too heavy, making it hard for her to breathe.
Seeing this, Tang Qi put down her coffee cup, got up and walked to her side, gently putting her arm around her shoulder.
Tang Qi's embrace was warm, with a light perfume scent, as comforting as a mother's embrace.
She patted Luo Shuning on the back and said softly, "Ningning, I know these things are too sudden and you can't accept them right away. But you're an adult now, you should know about the past and make your own judgments."
Luo Shuning remained frozen in her arms for several seconds before slowly recovering.
She took a deep breath, her nostrils filled with the scent of incense and Tang Qi perfume, and managed to squeeze out a sound from her throat: "Thank you, Grandma."
Her mind was still in turmoil, and she had no idea how to face Luo Liang—the "mother" who had both raised her and distanced herself from her due to a past conflict.
The grudges and grievances involved are so intertwined that they are impossible to explain.
Seeing that Luo Shuning's emotions had eased slightly, Tang Qi immediately changed the subject, not wanting her to dwell on the past: "By the way, I have a solo concert in Caizhou in the middle of the month. For the last song, Ningning, why don't you come on stage with me? Consider it your first appearance since your comeback."
Upon hearing this, Luo Shuning paused for a moment, then nodded gently.
She knew this was a rare opportunity in the industry, and having someone to guide her was much easier than going it alone, so there was no need to pretend to refuse.
After a moment of contemplation, she raised her head, her eyes finally shining with a hint of light: "Grandma, could we have Xiao Luo compose the last song? He's very talented at songwriting; his previous song, 'Medal,' was a great success."
"If Xiao Luo is willing, that would be great!" Tang Qi's eyes lit up upon hearing this, she couldn't be happier.
Putting aside the fact that this could bring her closer to Gu Luo, Gu Luo, as a rising songwriter, still has the buzz surrounding "Medal" and having him create the concert's closing song already generates a lot of discussion.
She patted Luo Shuning's hand: "I'll leave this to you to talk to Xiao Luo. I'm sure he'll agree."
Luo Shuning nodded, a faint smile finally appearing on her lips.
The night outside the window was still thick, but the warm light in the studio cast a gentle shadow on her, and the ivy leaves swayed lightly in the evening breeze, casting silhouettes on the glass.
Those heavy memories of the past seem to find a new outlet in this small patch of light.
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