He asked me my name?
On the other side, Qin Yuanyuan had the urge to faint. On the display of her phone, there was a string of numbers, a string of numbers that were deeply buried in her memories.
A string of questions were fermenting in her mind.
However, to her surprise, her son's voice came out of the phone. The little guy rattled on about his previous experiences and finally said that his father, whose eyes were very similar to his own, would soon send him home.
Lu Ziyi wanted to send Yihan home? Qin Yuanyuan was shocked by the news: "Going home now?"
"Yes, Mommy, I remember my home address! I must be very powerful. " The little guy asked in a praising tone.
At this moment, it was not a question of whether he was strong or not!
Lu Ziyi looked at Yihan who was making a phone call, and his heart had a strange feeling.
The driver drove to the address that Yihan mentioned. Was it a foreign woman waiting for him, and his hopes were finally crushed mercilessly?
He wouldn't see it …. This thought had just flashed through his mind when a strange stabbing pain suddenly appeared in his heart, as if it was reminding him of something.
Lu Ziyi frowned slightly, as he unconsciously placed his hand on his chest.
"Boss Lu, what's wrong?" Su Lijuan was a little worried as she observed and asked from the rearview mirror.
"Nothing, just drive." Lu Ziyi said indifferently, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair: "Send more people to look for Yuanyuan, she will definitely still be here, no matter how much money you spend, even if you have to flip through the entire France, you must definitely find her."
He definitely wouldn't have seen wrongly that day. How could he have seen wrongly the face that was already engraved in his heart?
Why didn't you come out and see him? The media reports should be enough to let her know that he was looking for her.
Then... The only reason was — she didn't want to see him!
Haven't you forgiven him yet? Or maybe … Had she completely forgotten about him?
But Yuanyuan, even if you don't want to see me, I still want to see you a lot.
Yuanyuan, do you know? I miss you so much. I want to have a child of my own with you …
Yuanyuan, what should I say when I see you again? Does it mean that I miss you very much, that I love you very much, or is it that I ask you to forgive me? There are too many things I want to say to you. These words are repeated time and time again, and in my heart, I have already said them countless times to myself.
As the car drove away, the disciple left behind the foreign woman who was stamping her feet on the spot. She was Qin Yuanyuan's landlady, and had originally wanted to take the opportunity to get to know the CEO of Lu Group, but she did not expect him to put Yihan down and leave, not even giving her the chance to strike up a conversation with him.
The little guy suddenly felt uneasy. "Is Mommy angry?"
"What do you think?"
The little guy shrugged and buried his face in the woman's shoulder. "I was just thinking about the pigeons in the square … It's been a long time since I went to take a look, and Mommy hasn't taken me there these few days! "
The landlord's name was Linda, and she had naturally felt it, but in the past few days, Qin Yuanyuan seemed to have been a little distracted. Of course, since these were her family matters, she did not question her further.
… ….
At night, when Qin Yuanyuan was hugging her son on the bed, she looked at her son's eyes that were similar to Lu Ziyi's and asked softly, "Yihan, do you like the uncle that was given to you today?"
"I like it." The little guy honestly said what he wanted to say, but his little face wrinkled again. "Mommy, that uncle, will he be my father's? He would not be anyone's father, he said. How strange, why couldn't he have become anyone's father's? Doesn't he have a baby? "
A series of questions came out from Lu Yihan's mouth.
However, Qin Yuanyuan did not hear him at all. All of her thoughts were contained within her son's previous words.
Her heart felt like it had been struck by a hammer. She had already buried all of her feelings for her. She had told her that she no longer had anything to do with that man in the future.
But when she heard these words, why did she still feel pain in her heart? Why would that man say such a thing?
Was he planning to never have children again in this life?
Had he not married Lu Xiaorou and given birth to children?
"Mommy, why are you crying?" Her young and tender voice sounded next to her ear, and her son's soft and small hands carelessly wiped away the tears on Qin Yuanyuan's face, attempting to help her.
Qin Yuanyuan came back to her senses. All these years, she had never cried, but today, she cried twice because of Lu Ziyi. "It's nothing.
"Sigh …" Yihan sighed heavily. Why did Mommy and that Uncle have such emotions?
Lu Yihan had a strange expression. He had originally thought that he would inevitably get beaten up, but Mommy didn't scold him at all. She only looked at him in a daze the whole night.
"That uncle is crying too, but he also said that he isn't crying." Lu Yihan suddenly blurted out.
Qin Yuanyuan was startled, Lu Ziyi... Did he cry? That elegant and stern man was crying in front of Yihan?
"He... Why are you crying? " Qin Yuanyuan asked unconsciously.
Yihan shook his head: "I don't know either."
Qin Yuanyuan was shocked: "He asked for my name?"
"Yeah, after I said my mommy was yok, he seemed very disappointed.
Lu Yihan's memory had always been strong, and because of this, children who could read words were always a lot faster than normal. Naturally, she had heard and memorized Lu Ziyi's mutterings, but she did not understand the specific meaning of his words.
But Qin Yuanyuan did not understand, but Yuanyuan did.
"It's not interesting. Be good and go to sleep." Qin Yuanyuan said softly.
Fortunately, Lu Yihan didn't have the interest to investigate further. He obediently closed his eyes and said, "I want to hear Mommy sing."
"Alright." She hummed a good night serenade and coaxed her son to sleep.
Looking at his son's sleeping appearance, Qin Yuanyuan's mind was still moving up and down. Should she rejoice?