C180 – Hidden Unrevealed Inscription
While Shang Cijie appeared agitated, Mu Sifa, who was in the adjacent hospital room, wore an unusual smile.
The hospital staff were taken aback when they noticed this change. They were equally surprised by Shang Mingming’s arrival.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
“So, even the dean can find reasons to smile now!” This is quite a novelty!”
“It might have something to do with the child in his arms! But whose child could it be!? The dean doesn’t have children, does he?”
“Could it be a friend’s child?” Or perhaps a patient’s child?”
“It’s possible, but I must say, that child is incredibly adorable, so charming and cuddly; you can’t resist pinching those cheeks.”
“Absolutely, and she resembles the daughter of a renowned fashion designer I follow closely.”
“A fashion designer? That’s an interesting hobby! While others chase after celebrities, you’re chasing after designers?”
“Well, this particular designer specializes in creating girls’ children’s clothing and is highly regarded in the fashion industry. I have a daughter, you see! All her clothes are from that brand; it offers great quality at a reasonable price.”
Why am I jumping to conclusions? The surname Shang is common enough. But ‘Moyu’? Mu Sifa’s initial thought was of Xu Moyu, the wife of Sect Leader Han Shaolin, a well-known figure.
“Xu Moyu?” Mu Sifa inquired.
Shang Mingming seemed surprised that Mu Sifa knew about this and playfully dodged the question, blinking and revealing his canine teeth. “Uncle, you guess!” he teased.
Mu Sifa thought he might have guessed wrong, so he didn’t press further.
“By the way, Uncle, do you have a wife?” Shang Mingming suddenly asked, his face turning red for reasons he couldn’t explain.
Mu Sifa’s steps came to a sudden halt because this expression and question reminded him of Shang Xiaojie from five years ago, when Liu Tie had used a similar expression.
“What’s wrong, Uncle? Why were you staring at me like that?” Shang Mingming asked, puzzled, as he waved his hands in front of Mu Sifa.
“It’s nothing, Uncle just got lost in thought for a moment,” Mu Sifa reassured him with a smile, but then fell silent.
However, Shang Mingming pointed at his own face and inquired, “Don’t tell me I look like someone you know? Maybe like Uncle’s wife?”
Mu Sifa was taken aback once more, but after a brief moment, a gentle smile formed on his lips as he patted Shang Mingming’s head and replied, “You resemble someone that Uncle is fond of.”