After a whole night of rain, the sky did not completely clear up. It seemed as if the sky was still not clear after the rain in the second half of last night. There were still layers of dark clouds, casting a gloomy sky.
However, no matter how gloomy it was, it did not delay the dawn. As dawn approached, the outlines of houses in the distance and grass and trees nearby gradually became clearer against the gradually fading sky.
The faint morning light filters into the bedroom through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Although it is not dazzling, it is enough to disturb one's sweet dreams.
Song Yecheng, lying on the big bed in the master bedroom, frowned slightly. His body seemed to be about to wake up, but his mind was still stuck in a sticky dream and refused to wake up.
My neck is a little itchy.
This is the first reaction after the senses regain perception.
He subconsciously moved his neck and felt his chin rubbing against something furry. He couldn't help but open one eye in confusion and bewilderment.
In front of me is a fluffy and soft top of hair.
It took two seconds for this realization to reach the brain through the sluggish reflex arc, followed by a slight itch on the collarbone as the warm breath swept across it. It was like lighting a sizzling fuse, which exploded in the next second, silently exploding into a sky full of fireworks in the chest.
—He was in my bed, in my arms.
The belated judgment jumped out of the sea of consciousness, and the memory of last night came back instantly. The accelerated heartbeat pushed the blood into every limb and bone, filling every pore of the body with great joy.
Song Yecheng moved away from the pillow slightly and looked down at the sleeping face in his arms. His eyes swept across the fair cheeks, pale pink lips and dark eyebrows. He felt both excited and unreal.
He was like a large dog that was hit by a living treasure, not knowing what to do with it. He raised his hand and gently hooked the long and fine eyelashes with his fingertips, lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of the nose, then leaned in to kiss the relaxed corner of the lips. A satisfied smile permeated his eyes, almost turning into substance and overflowing.
Jiang Que had a weak constitution and was easily affected by any movement or light during light sleep, but was difficult to wake up during deep sleep. In addition, his emotions fluctuated greatly last night and consumed a lot of his energy. Although Song Yecheng made some small movements at this moment, he was still in a deep sleep. He just pursed his lips as if he felt something, and unconsciously moved closer to Song Yecheng's chest as if looking for a source of heat.
Song Yecheng also intended to let him sleep a little longer and did not intend to wake him up. However, just as he was about to lean back on the pillow and continue to play the role of a human heater, he suddenly heard a vibrating sound.
Buzz—buzz—
The sound was not very loud, but it still seemed a little abrupt in the quiet morning. Song Yecheng hurriedly turned his head and looked around, and finally found his mobile phone in the gap between the pillow and the headboard.
After glancing at the screen, he cautiously turned half a circle and answered the phone in a deliberately low voice: "Hello...Mom?"
"Son," Qiu Mingyue, who was standing opposite him, recognized his breathy voice. "You haven't gotten up yet?"
"Yeah," Song Yecheng responded softly, "What's wrong?"
"Where were you? Didn't you come home last night?"
Song Yecheng was a little puzzled: "Yes, I'm home now."
"Ah?" Qiu Mingyue seemed a little confused. "Then didn't you know that the power outage at home had occurred?"
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a sudden "click" and the lights in the bedroom and bathroom lit up at the same time.
Song Yecheng was stunned for a moment, then reacted instantly: "Where are you?"
Qiu Mingyue, who was sitting opposite, said with a smile, "Your dad just picked me up from the airport and wanted to give you a surprise, but when we got to your basement, we found there was no electricity. We thought you hadn't come back to live here."
"Ah..." Song Yecheng was a little dazed, "Are you in the basement?"
"Well," Qiu Mingyue said, "So, shall we go up now?"
"Oh, okay."
Song Yecheng hung up the phone and immediately turned to look at Jiang Que. He saw that he had indeed been awakened by the bright headlights. He was looking at him with half-open eyes, a little confused: "...Who's here?"
His soft voice and misty eyes were so cute that Song Yecheng couldn't help but lean over and kiss him again before answering, "My parents."
Jiang Que opened his eyes wide instantly, like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He didn't even care about the embarrassment of being kissed, and sat up from the quilt.
Perhaps because he moved too quickly, he felt a little dizzy and held his forehead as soon as he sat up. Song Yecheng quickly stood up and pinched the back of his neck in a funny way: "Why are you in such a hurry? They are here, they are not here to check on us."
How could Jiang Que listen to him? As soon as he recovered from the dizziness, he quickly threw off the quilt and got out of bed, running to the guest bedroom in his slippers.
"Hey," Song Yecheng looked at his panicked back, feeling helpless and at a loss whether to laugh or cry, "...Hey?"
At the same time, in the basement downstairs.
Qiu Mingyue put down her phone, blinked, turned her head and looked at Song Sheng thoughtfully.
Song Sheng asked curiously, "What for?"
Qiu Mingyue said cunningly, "I always feel that... your son's voice doesn't sound like he's still asleep, but rather like he's afraid of disturbing someone."
This statement contained a lot of information. Song Sheng was slightly stunned, and then he doubted: "...It can't be?"
After saying that, he quickly laughed in disbelief and said, "Come on, if he was going to bring someone home, would I have gone to so much trouble to trick him into getting on the cruise ship?"
Qiu Mingyue raised her eyebrows noncommittally, obviously having reservations about this, but she didn't argue anymore. She turned around and walked to the trunk, took out a lot of bags and handed them to Song Sheng, then slammed the trunk shut: "Let's go, get in."
Three minutes later.
Song Yecheng opened the security door with an electric toothbrush in his mouth, and said vaguely with foam in his mouth: "Don't you know the password? Why don't you open it yourself?"
Qiu Mingyue glared at him and walked into the house, changing her shoes while jokingly saying, "How can we just open it casually? What if you have something else to prepare? It would be bad to scare you."
Song Yecheng held the toothbrush handle in his mouth, seemingly not understanding the hidden meaning in her words. He said incoherently with a sizzling sound, "My parents are coming over, and I still need to prepare? How about I go upstairs and get my hair and makeup done?"
Song Sheng listened to him speak so calmly, curled his lips and thought: The child's mother is really overthinking it, this doesn't look like he has a beautiful woman in a golden house?
Qiu Mingyue smiled angrily, feigning disdain as she wiped the foam that was about to flow down his lips with her finger and pushed it up his nose. "Even brushing your teeth can't stop your mouth from suffocating. Go rinse your mouth quickly. I brought you something delicious."
Song Yecheng obeyed and turned to walk inside. The couple followed him out of the entrance hall. He glanced around the living room, but he didn't notice anyone there. However, he saw the white hair in the corner.
"Oh, you have another cat?" Song Sheng asked curiously.
After the British shorthair named "Gray Hair" died, they asked Song Yecheng if he wanted to get another one. But he clearly said no at the time because he was too busy filming and had no time to take care of it.
Song Yecheng was bending over and rinsing his mouth by the sink in the open kitchen. Hearing this, he made a "hmm" sound through his nose as a response.
Qiu Mingyue took a few steps toward the cat climbing frame. After getting a clear look at the cat, she suddenly realized something: "Huh? Is this the cat you took a photo with on Weibo?"
Song Yecheng hummed again, and as he bent down to wash his face under the faucet, he said, "That's the one."
"I thought it belonged to Bai Yeling?" Qiu Mingyue turned her head and asked in surprise, "So it's yours?"
Song Yecheng finished washing his face, stood up, splashing water on it, and raised his hand to stroke it before saying, "It's his."
His tone was so matter-of-fact, as if he had no intention of explaining why Bai Yeling's cat was kept with him, which made Qiu Mingyue a little confused: "?"
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of light footsteps coming from the direction of the stairs.
Qiu Mingyue and Song Sheng looked in the direction of the sound at the same time, and soon they saw a tall and long-legged figure with handsome features and wet hair appear at the corner of the stairs.
"Hello, uncle... auntie." Jiang Que said awkwardly.
As soon as he returned to the guest bedroom, he brushed his teeth, washed his face, and changed his clothes as quickly as possible. In fact, he had already dressed properly a long time ago, but the reason why he waited until now to go downstairs was that he stood at the stairs for a long time to prepare himself mentally.
However, no matter how much he prepared himself mentally, he was still quite nervous when they actually met. Even his movements to continue walking down seemed a little stiff, and he almost lost control.
"Hello...?" Qiu Mingyue looked at him with shining eyes, but secretly poked Song Sheng with her elbow, as if reminding him - look what I said?
Song Sheng was completely stunned. He never expected that his son not only really hid someone at home, but also such a grown man. For a moment, he couldn't even control his stunned expression. After a long while, he finally managed to force a twitching smile: "...Hello, hello."
Song Yecheng had already reached the stairs. Just as Jiang Que reached the bottom, he raised his hand and put it on his shoulder. He turned his head and looked at Qiu Mingyue: "You don't need me to introduce him, do you? Mom, do you know who he is?"
He said this as if he had already reported something to Qiu Mingyue in private. Song Sheng was puzzled and turned his head to look at Qiu Mingyue.
Qiu Mingyue gave him a look that said "talk to you later" and walked over to Jiang Que, taking his hand and patting it affectionately. "Of course I know. Didn't we talk on the phone a while ago? Is Ye Ling living here now? We came so early, did we disturb your rest?"
This was the first time in Jiang Que's life that a female elder had held his hand and spoken to him so warmly. He felt both uncomfortable and flattered, and his mind became overly sensitive. Even Qiu Mingyue's question, which was just a greeting, made him inexplicably nervous. "No, no, I'm staying in the guest bedroom."
Qiu Mingyue: “…”
Song Sheng: "..."
What a good trick to cover up one's own mistake.
Song Yecheng had never expected him to come up with such a self-incriminating answer. He almost couldn't help laughing, but luckily he managed to stop himself at the last moment. He put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed it soothingly. Then he turned to Qiu Mingyue and Song Sheng and said, "Do you still remember the bell?"
This made the couple sound completely incoherent. Furthermore, after all, so many years had passed since the incident. Hearing this name out of the blue, they both struggled to recall it for a long time before finally realizing who it was. "Oh, I remember... What happened?"
Song Yecheng didn't explain, but just looked at the two of them with a half-smile and raised eyebrows, his hand still on Jiang Que's shoulder, as if he was clearly hinting at something with this gesture.
The couple glanced at the two of them in bewilderment. After a moment, Qiu Mingyue finally realized something, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You are... Lingling?!"
Twenty minutes later.
In the floor-to-ceiling window with the dark green bamboo forest as the background, on the spacious sunken living room sofa.
"That's about it."
Song Yecheng explained the whole story to the couple, skipping the parts about "rebirth" and "online literature", and only said that the two met again on the set of "Searching for the Light".
After hearing this, Song Sheng and Qiu Mingyue were stunned for a long time. After all, this "meeting again after many years" plot was too dramatic and not so easy to digest.
Qiu Mingyue had always known that Song Yecheng liked Bai Yeling's books, so when she first learned that the two were becoming more and more familiar with each other and even seemed to have signs of taking things a step further, she could only laugh and think that her son was like a successful fan who had finally tricked his idol into coming to her side.
And now that he knows that this "idol" is actually the little boy from that year, the element of "fate" in it suddenly becomes more mysterious, as if fate has already entangled the trajectories of the two people since that year, and even though they are now separated, there has always been a hidden thread that closely connects the two.
As for Song Sheng, if he was previously immersed in the two cognitions of "there really is someone hiding in my son's house" and "my son's sexual orientation is actually male", he is now completely shocked by this fateful plot, and even has a weird idea: No wonder my son has been single for so many years even though he is obviously not bad in any way. After all, the script has already been clearly arranged, and the protagonist is waiting here?
The two were still filled with emotion, and Jiang Que had not said much before. Now, looking at the two of them in a trance, he didn't know what they were thinking, and couldn't help but look at Song Yecheng with a little trepidation.
Song Yecheng caught his gaze, raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, then suddenly remembered that he was still hungry, and immediately turned to Qiu Mingyue and said, "Mom, didn't you say you brought food? Where is it?"
Qiu Mingyue finally came back to her senses and pointed towards the kitchen island: "It's on the counter, take it yourself."
Song Yecheng immediately stood up and walked over there. Jiang Que was about to stand up and go to help, but unexpectedly Qiu Mingyue held his arm affectionately and said, "Let him get it, you just sit there."
As she spoke, she moved closer to sit beside him and asked with a smile, "Did you choose the name 'Jiang Que' later?"
Jiang Que nodded: "My adoptive father's surname is Jiang."
Qiu Mingyue nodded in understanding and continued, "So where are they now? Are they still living in Su City?"
The reason why she asked this was not just for casual chat, but mainly to lay the groundwork and see if his adoptive parents knew about his relationship with Song Yecheng. If they knew, could they make an appointment to meet in the future?
Unexpectedly, Jiang Que's expression darkened slightly when he heard this, and then he lowered his eyes and said, "They are abroad."
"Going abroad?" Qiu Mingyue was a little surprised, and after a moment she confirmed, "Are you settling down?"
Jiang Que said: "Settle down."
Over in the kitchen, although Song Yecheng was far away, he still heard every word of the conversation between the two. So he didn't pick and choose, and directly picked up the things and walked back, interrupting by the way: "Mom, where did you buy these?"
He actually understood Qiu Mingyue's intention, and he himself had thought about it. Since he was going to be with Jiang Que in the future, even if Jiang Que had an average relationship with his adoptive parents, the elders of the two families should always have a formal meeting. However, he felt that this matter was not urgent and it would not be too late to discuss it later.
Qiu Mingyue was incredibly perceptive. First, noticing Jiang Que's expression and then realizing her son was clearly trying to change the subject, she instantly realized there was something hidden behind the question. So, she cooperated and stopped asking further questions. Following Song Yecheng's lead, she jokingly said, "I bought it on the street. It wasn't convenient for me to come into the store. Your dad picked it out. If it doesn't taste good, you can hold him responsible. It's not my fault."
Song Sheng was caught in the crossfire: "Hey?"
Qiu Mingyue turned around and smiled at him. Song Yecheng returned to the sofa and patted his father on the shoulder like a brother: "Don't worry, I've chosen a very good one, just like you have good taste in choosing a wife."
"Tsk." Seeing him making fun of her, Qiu Mingyue smiled and slapped him. Then she took the bag from his hand, opened it, took out various meals and desserts and placed them on the coffee table while calling Jiang Que, "See if there's anything you like, or what you like to eat. Next time you come, I'll remember to buy something according to your taste."
Jiang Que hurriedly said, "Don't bother me, Auntie. I can eat anything."
Unexpectedly, just as he finished being polite, Song Yecheng started to interrupt him, saying, "Let me think about it. He likes sweet, soft, and sticky food, preferably hot. He likes to drink soup. He doesn't like spicy food, salty food, or food with onions, ginger, or garlic. Oh, and he doesn't like food with a lot of oil either."
Jiang Que: “……………………”
Don’t ask, if you ask I just want to pretend to faint from hypoglycemia on the spot.
Qiu Mingyue couldn't help laughing. She turned her head and touched the tip of Jiang Que's nose: "So little Lingling is so picky? Like a little kid."
As she spoke, she lowered her head and glanced at the dishes. She quickly set her sights on one of them, picked it up, touched it, and handed it to Jiang Que, saying, "This one should be good. It's sweet, soft, and still hot. Come and try it."
Jiang Que quickly took it: "...Thank you, Auntie."
Although he was embarrassed, Qiu Mingyue's affectionate name and doting actions made him feel soft and warm in his heart, as if he was really still a child and did not have to pretend to be mature.
Song Yecheng watched from the side, his eyes clearly full of smiles, but he said, "Well, I've fallen out of favor now, huh?"
Qiu Mingyue glanced at him with a smirk, then casually picked up a box and stuffed it in his hand: "Here, here, here, your arms are so long, what's wrong with you still wanting me to feed you?"
Song Sheng teased, "You can feed me."
Qiu Mingyue was so amused by this pair of funny people that she lost her temper. She turned her head and looked at Jiang Que again, rubbing his head and said, "I plan to stay a while longer this time. Your parents are not in the country, so come to our place more often when you have time. Auntie will make you delicious food."
Jiang Que blinked his long eyelashes, and a soft ripple of emotion spread in his heart: "Okay."
Qiu Mingyue smiled, and after a moment, she seemed to remember something and asked excitedly, "By the way, did Ah Cheng tell you why he chose to make that movie back then?"
As soon as Jiang Que said this, before he could ask why, Song Yecheng disagreed, "Hey, hey, hey, Mom, it's been so many years, why are you still bringing this up?"
Qiu Mingyue found his reaction amusing and completely ignored his objection. She patted the back of Jiang Que's hand and said casually, "At that time, Director Zhuang told me that he wanted him to audition. I thought he would definitely not be interested. Who knew that he would be so excited? Not only did he ask me to give him acting lessons, but he also went to the homes of several uncles who had won Best Actor awards to ask for advice. Can you guess why?"
Seeing that she was still keeping it a secret, Song Yecheng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Mom..."
Qiu Mingyue glanced at him, but turned a deaf ear to him. "Because he heard Director Zhuang say that 'The Abyss' is not only about orphans in the border area, but also that all profits will be used to provide targeted funding for remote areas. That's why he was so determined to get this role."
Hearing this, Jiang Que couldn't help but be stunned. It was as if a cloud of mist was cleared away in his heart, making all the causes and effects suddenly clear.
However, before Qiu Mingyue could finish her words, she seemed to be recalling something funny and said with a stifled laugh, "You don't know, after he passed the audition, before going to the set, he even made some bold statements to his dad."
She poked Song Sheng with her elbow: "What did he say to you at that time?"
"Oh, ahem!"
Song Sheng cleared his throat in understanding, and imitated Song Yecheng's tone and said, "Dad, although you are the one taking over Ankang Home, father and son must also settle accounts. Since the person living there is my future brother, I should be responsible for it. After the filming of this movie is finished, Ankang Home will no longer need your intervention. I will take care of my own people."
He imitated that arrogant and complacent middle school atmosphere perfectly, and Song Yecheng was so embarrassed that he almost dug out a Louvre. He covered his face and laughed tremblingly, "You two, have you had enough?"
He felt ashamed, but Jiang Que was listening intently, recalling Song Yecheng's appearance as a teenager and imagining the high-spirited look in his eyes when he said these words. He felt that it was a very touching scene.
Qiu Mingyue looked at his expression, smiled secretly and raised her eyebrows, then turned to look at Song Sheng again, expressing praise with her eyes:
Nice assist, well done.
Afternoon.
In the capital's congested traffic.
The low-key black car stopped at a red light. Song Sheng rested one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the window, smiling with emotion, "Hey, Mingyue, you said fate is really amazing, right? After all this journey, they still met each other. You can't help but believe in fate."
After chatting in the morning, Song Sheng originally planned to take them out for lunch, but then he thought that since they were all public figures, it would not be convenient to eat anywhere. In the end, he simply called his own hotel to prepare a table and send it over.
The dishes are not important. What is important is the atmosphere at the dinner table. It is a state of family happiness for a family of four. If Song Sheng had not brought a driver today, he would even want to have a few drinks with the two children.
After leaving Song Yecheng's house, Song Sheng still felt a little unsatisfied. Even while waiting for the red light, he couldn't help muttering a few words with emotion: "You said, in fact, there is only one more person? Why does it suddenly feel different? It's like it's a lot more lively than before?"
"Yeah." Qiu Mingyue responded absentmindedly.
Song Sheng felt something strange and turned around to see Qiu Mingyue holding his cell phone, fiddling with something with her head down.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "You're checking on me right after I got back?"
He was just joking, because after 30 years of marriage, he knew his wife's personality best. Normally, even if he put his phone in front of her, she would not bother to look at it, and might even dislike him for looking for trouble.
Sure enough, when Qiu Mingyue heard this, she looked up and glanced at him, her eyes seemed to say "What do you have to check?", then she lowered her head and continued to tinker with it.
Song Sheng was a little curious, so he leaned over to take a look and found that she was actually flipping through the address book. He couldn't help but wonder, "Who are you looking for?"
Qiu Mingyue flipped through the pages and said, "Xu Changlin."
"Old Xu?" Song Sheng was puzzled. "Why are you looking for him?"
Xu Changlin is an old employee of their group. When he was young, he rotated through multiple positions and is now one of the heads of the group's charity department.
Qiu Mingyue paused what she was doing, looked up at him and said, "I remember that after we took over Ankang Home, he was the one who was transferred there to be the director, right?"
Song Sheng recalled it and nodded: "Hmm?"
"Don't you think it's strange?" Qiu Mingyue asked, "Why did he only forward half of Lingling's letter?"
This detail was mentioned by Song Yecheng when he was explaining Jiang Que's identity to them. Qiu Mingyue didn't ask any questions at the time, but that doesn't mean she didn't notice it.
Song Sheng was slightly stunned and said, "Isn't it because of the confidentiality agreement? The adoptive parents don't want the child to be involved with anyone else, so it's normal that Old Xu didn't give the contact information, right?"
"Okay, even if that's the case," Qiu Mingyue nodded and took a step back, but then changed the subject, "Then why didn't he pass on the call that Ah Cheng made before winter vacation?"
Song Sheng really couldn't explain this question. After a long pause, he hesitated and said, "Maybe I just...forgot because I was busy?"
Qiu Mingyue stared at him without saying a word, but her eyes seemed to say: Do you think it's convincing?
"..." Song Sheng was speechless for a moment, and finally admitted defeat, "Okay, this is indeed a bit strange. But it's been so long, and you won't get anything out of me if you ask again, right? And don't you worry about the two children?"
Qiu Mingyue chuckled softly, her face full of disapproval. "Do you really think your son is naive? If he didn't take it to heart, he wouldn't have mentioned this detail when he told us today. Since he mentioned it, he must have noticed it. Even if we didn't ask today, he would have found a chance to ask Old Xu, don't you believe it?"
It has to be said that Qiu Mingyue's observation and sensitivity are indeed extraordinary, and perhaps because of the legendary "mother-child connection", she has always understood Song Yecheng's thoughts more thoroughly than his father Song Sheng.
Song Sheng had always been convinced of this, so when he heard Qiu Mingyue say this, he could only curl his lips and nod, "Okay, then ask. But you should be a little more specific, don't act like you're going to accuse me."
Qiu Mingyue glared at him and said, "Do you even need to tell me that?"
The green light just came on at this time. Qiu Mingyue waved her hand to signal him to concentrate on driving, so Song Sheng didn't care about it anymore and started the car and drove forward.
A moment later, Qiu Mingyue, who was sitting in the passenger seat, made a call: "Hello? Old Xu, this is Qiu Mingyue. Hello, hello, it's like this..."
Qiu Mingyue briefly explained the situation, without mentioning that Jiang Que was Bai Yeling. She only said that she had recently met the child Lingdang by chance and heard some details of what happened back then, so she wanted to confirm it with him.
After all, this incident happened more than ten years ago, and anyone would find it difficult to recall it suddenly. Xu Changlin on the opposite side was obviously caught off guard. After a long time, intermittent voices were faintly heard from the receiver.
At a distance of less than half a meter, Song Sheng could not hear clearly what Xu Changlin was saying. He could only hear Qiu Mingyue responding with "hmm" and "hmm".
However, after a while, Qiu Mingyue suddenly stopped moving.
Song Sheng couldn't help but glance to the side in confusion, and found that Qiu Mingyue's expression had become a little strange.
It was hard to tell whether her expression was one of surprise or astonishment, or perhaps both, mixed with a hint of disbelief. It was only after a long while that she seemed to come to her senses and said, "Oh, so that's how it is..."
Xu Changlin on the other side said something else, but Qiu Mingyue quickly suppressed her annoyance. "Oh, it's nothing. I was just asking casually. That's it for now. Go do your thing. Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Song Sheng immediately asked in surprise: "What's going on?"
Qiu Mingyue clutched her phone, blinking with mixed emotions. After a long moment, she turned around and asked, "Do you still remember... when we went to ask Old Xu about Lingling's situation?"
Song Sheng recalled briefly and soon remembered that this was indeed the case -
When Song Yecheng proposed to adopt Lingling, the couple did not agree immediately, but they still took precautions and looked into the child's file and background, thinking that if Song Yecheng still insisted on his current decision after a year of "cooling-off period", they would at least not be completely ignorant of the child's past.
"I remember," Song Sheng said, "what's wrong?"
Qiu Mingyue sighed, as if unable to put it into words. "Old Xu saw that we were interested in adopting Lingdang, so he gave us a very detailed introduction to her background. But he took Acheng away shortly after we finished talking. He thought we were dissatisfied with the child's situation and didn't want him anymore."
Song Sheng almost didn't react, blinked very quickly and said: "So..."
"So when Ah Cheng called him later, he thought Ah Cheng had contacted him privately without our knowledge. He was also afraid that telling us would cause a conflict and make the child even more rebellious, so he simply suppressed the matter and didn't mention it to anyone."
Song Sheng was stunned for a long time, unable to tell whether it was ridiculous or not. He only heard Qiu Mingyue sigh again: "Later, the couple came to the town and said they wanted to adopt Lingdang. Old Xu felt relieved. He thought this result was the best and everyone was happy."
Qiu Mingyue's voice was a little muffled, and she didn't say anything more after she finished speaking. It was obvious that she didn't expect that this phone call would lead to such a result.
To be fair, Xu Changlin cannot be blamed entirely for this matter. If anyone is to be blamed, it is only because the couple did not explain things clearly to him at the time, which led to so many unnecessary misunderstandings.
But then again, it was also impossible for the two of them to have anticipated that things would develop like this. If we have to say something, we can only say that this was more like a coincidence and fate that made people feel mixed emotions but helpless.
The couple remained silent for a while.
After a long while, Song Sheng finally couldn't help but sigh and said, "What should we do now? Should we tell Ah Cheng?"
Qiu Mingyue glanced at him and curled her lips helplessly: "I have to say it."
She leaned back in her chair and added, "But I'm feeling a little complicated right now. I think I need to go back and organize my words."
A small misunderstanding led to a separation of more than ten years. If the two children had not met again, this misunderstanding might never have been resolved in their lifetime.
Qiu Mingyue felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.
It was rare for Song Sheng to see her so conflicted. He felt both understanding and distressed. He placed one hand on the steering wheel and reached out with the other to rub her arm. "Don't think too much about it. Isn't there an old saying that good things take time? After all these years, they can still meet again. That means they are destined to be together, right?"
Seeing that Qiu Mingyue didn't seem convinced by this, Song Sheng couldn't help but roll his eyes and suddenly changed the subject: "Hey, if we really adopted him at that time, and then he and Acheng fell in love, then would they be considered brothers or...?"
This question really stunned Qiu Mingyue, and she even thought about it in her mind for a while. After a while, she suddenly realized that Song Sheng was just looking for trouble. She slapped him in the face with a mixture of anger and amusement.
"What a mess!" She scolded with a smile, "You are so dishonest."
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