Her dress at that time was almost exactly the same as the dress of the little boy in this photo now!
What shocked her heart violently was that not only were their dresses very similar, but their appearance was so similar. Even when he saw this photo, He Mengjie felt a trance, feeling that her photo was
Get it to the Yuan family!
He Mengjie was stunned for a moment, and didn't speak for a few seconds until Xiang Yunhua's voice interrupted the thoughts that were rolling in her mind.
He Mengjie suddenly turned her head and looked at Xiang Yunhua. She sensitively captured a meaningful gaze in Xiang Yunhua's eyes.
"What's wrong, Xiaojie?" Xiang Yunhua's gaze was just a moment, and then it was drowned under her kind gaze.
He Mengjie woke up and replied stutteringly: "Oh, it's okay... I just haven't seen such old black and white photos, and it feels like they were from the Republic of China..."
Xiang Yunhua smiled: "Our Yuan family has been a wealthy family that has been engaged in business since the Republic of China. Later, it has been developed and has become a famous real estate company in City A. These have been accomplished by generations of unremitting efforts."
There was unconcealed pride in her tone, and the eyes flashed with a burning light when she looked at He Mengjie.
However, He Mengjie had no intention of listening to the history of the Yuan family. The two photos in her mind were still waving.
Her heart was beating violently, and some speculation that she had refused to believe had become clearer in her heart.
Is she... related to the Yuan family?
Her head suddenly buzzed, and she couldn't accept the fact that she might be Yuan Hao's illegitimate daughter.
Seeing that He Mengjie was a little stunned, Xiang Yunhua smiled gently and said, "How about Xiaojie and grandma celebrate their birthdays in this flower room today?"
He Mengjie was pulled back by her voice. She agreed randomly, looking absent-minded.
Xiang Yunhua clapped his hands, and soon the housekeeper came in, followed by a few servants, served a few dishes and placed them on the small round table.
He Mengjie looked down and saw that they were all exquisite dishes, and the quantity was not necessarily that large, but they looked very good, which made people feel appetite at first glance.
He Mengjie's attention was slightly diverted. Wenxuan had not eaten a high-end restaurant before, but this was the first time she felt this quiet and exquisite private dish.
Xiang Yunhua took public chopsticks and picked up a little of each dish for He Mengjie. His elegant movements seemed to be the lady of a noble family in the 1930s.
He Mengjie had to lower her head and tasted every dish, which was indeed good. But she believed that if it weren't for the incident I just saw the photos, she would think the taste was simply good.
But now, she is not in the mood to be a foodie. Those two photos are still floating in her mind.
For a moment, she almost wanted to put down her chopsticks and asked Xiang Yunhua directly. But this kind of thing is really hard to talk about. If not, what would people think?
Entanglement and contradictions just torment He Mengjie's heart, making her seem absent-minded during the meal.
Xiang Yunhua didn't seem to care about her abnormality. At the end of the meal, someone gave me a birthday cake!
Xiang Yunhua handed the cake-cutting knife to He Mengjie's hand and was about to speak, the old butler suddenly hurried in and reported: "Old lady, the president is back!"