Huang Xiaojue and Mo Xiaoran stayed in London for a few days, and visited all parts of London, including Tower Bridge, St. Paul's Cathedral, Big Ben, and the giant Ferris wheel London Eye...
Mo Xiaoran's mood completely relaxed, and Huang Xiaojue decided to take her back to see her biological parents.
However, what they didn't expect was that before they could set off back to China, Yan Mixin came to London to find Mo Xiaoran.
This morning, it was rare for someone to ring the doorbell in the ancient castle in the deep woods. Mo Xiaoran, who was making fried eggs, hurried to open the door. When she saw the woman standing at the door, she became petrified from beginning to end...
An Ran’s mother!…No, to be precise, it’s her mother. How could she come here?
"Xiaoran..." Yan Mixin smiled, her voice a little weak, but her eyes were filled with joy of seeing it again, "Do you still remember me?"
"Well..." Mo Xiaoran hesitated for a moment and responded softly.
At this time, a slightly surprised magnetic sound came from behind, "Auntie?"
Huang Xiaojue put down what he had in his hands and strode to the door. For him, Yan Mixin was equivalent to his godmother. In addition, Yan Mixin's temperament was more solemn, and he respected her very much.
"Jue." Yan Mixin responded and looked at Mo Xiaoran carefully, "Xiaoran, can you let your aunt go in and sit for a while..."
It feels so painful to face my daughter who has been separated from me for nine years and cannot rush up and hug her.
"Please come in." Although Mo Xiaoran was puzzled, she gave in and took her slippers.
"Jue, when did you and Xiaoran meet?...The relationship is quite good..."
She asked curiously while walking in under the leadership of Huang Xiaojue.
Could it be that Jue already knows Mo Xiaoran’s true identity?
"It's been a long time." Huang Xiaojue replied faintly, and smiled slightly on one side of his lips, "I will tell you about my affairs with her in the future. Let's talk about you now. You are here for your daughter's peace.
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If he guessed correctly, he would wake up in his heart the moment Yan Mixin met Mo Xiaoran a few days ago.
Hearing this, Yan Mixin's face suddenly pulled down, "She is not my daughter!"
Who knows which woman was born secretly?
She has no blood relationship with her...! She has always treated her as her biological daughter, caring for her and protecting her...
Before, she thought An Ran was a little wrong, but she couldn't say it. She just thought it was because she hadn't seen her daughter for too long and didn't expect that things would turn out like this!
Huang Xiaojue raised his eyebrows meaningfully and changed the topic, "Where is uncle?"
"Don't mention him to me!" Yan Mixin was angry, her cheeks flushed, "He...he is simply...ah! Now that Anran is him and other women..."
She couldn't say anything anymore, buried her face in her hands and sobbed quietly.
Mo Xiaoran was also surprised to listen, was she born with other women?
No wonder, she and An Ran look so similar!
It turns out that he is half-sister...
Seeing his biological mother crying so sadly, Mo Xiaoran's heart also felt a little hurt. She sat next to Yan Mixin and hugged her shoulder with comforting arms.
"Xiaoran..." Yan Mixin raised her head in shock and looked at her deeply, her makeup on her face was messed up by tears.
After reacting, she stretched out her hand and hugged Mo Xiaoran, "Xiaoran, actually, you knew that day, right? Why didn't you recognize me at that time?"
When she met her, she felt that Mo Xiaoran was evasive at her, as if she was deliberately avoiding something.
Mo Xiaoran refused to recognize her like this. Could it be that...she hated herself?
She lost her biological daughter for nine years and mistakenly recognized someone else as her daughter... It is not impossible for her biological daughter to hate herself...
But Yan Mixin dared not think about this possibility.
"..." Mo Xiaoran was speechless, feeling distressed but couldn't think of a reason to comfort her. She bit her lips in annoyance, her black eyes flashed, and her eyes turned to Huang Xiaojue for help.
After a few days, the two of them had a tacit understanding of each other and could communicate with each other. Huang Xiaojue immediately understood, "Auntie, Xiaoran was just not sure at the time, don't care too much."
"Yeah!" Mo Xiaoran nodded heavily and kept handing Yan Mixin to him while pulling a tissue.
Even with this biological mother, I have no memory or feelings...
But just these few sides make her feel very fond of her. This is the mother and daughter...
But what about father?
The image of his biological father suddenly appeared in his mind. What kind of person would he be? Will he have many bad habits like her adoptive father, but kind-hearted? Do you have the rough face and sloppy beard like her adoptive father?
Mo Xiaoran only felt that he was not a good man...
Otherwise, how could there be an illegitimate daughter?
Just as he was thinking, a crackling sound came from the kitchen, Mo Xiaoran jumped up from the sofa in shock, "My eggs! My breakfast... Auntie... I flashed in advance!"
After saying that, she stuffed a whole box of pull-out tissues into Yan Mi's arms and ran to the kitchen.
"Auntie..." Yan Mixin repeated the word blankly, then laughed at herself, "She knew everything, but she still didn't want to change her words..."
Calling mom...
"It's just a matter of time." Huang Xiaojue smiled faintly. He knew that girl too well. In a few days, she would softly call him "Mom".
"Yeah." Yan Mixin also smiled, "I just don't know what she and her father should do... Can Xiaoran accept such a father?"
Now An Yucheng is the person she has the most headache... and even hates the most. But Xiaoran cannot be without her father...
Adults’ grievances should not involve children.
"As long as you can accept it, Xiaoran has nothing to accept..." Huang Xiaojue leaned against the sofa, looking at the beautiful figure in the kitchen leisurely.
That girl is optimistic and strong enough. Maybe that's why he falls in love with her uncontrollably.