Abandoned daughter reborn, legitimate son is resourceful

"Perhaps hatred only existed in the past, but now it may be less seen."

Chu Xiaoran came to his senses, only to see Nan Jinming leading him a long way away. In front of them was a long stream flowing down from the winding Dongshan Mountain. The only thing that was certain was that this stream was the result of the confluence of spring water from Dongshan Mountain and groundwater flowing down.

"If your mother died, would you go back to visit her?"

Nan Jinming only asked tentatively, and his voice was relatively low. There was a hint of panic in his eyes, and his eyes were filled with worry as he looked at Chu Xiaoran.

"What did you say?"

Chu Xiaoran's starry eyes were somewhat unbelievable, staring at Nan Jinming's eyes repeatedly to verify, so what did she say just now? She was saying that her mother had passed away...

Whose mother died? My mother?

Nan Jinming held Chu Xiaoran's hand. Chu Xiaoran would occasionally wash clothes and do servant work in the Chu family, but he was a real member of the Chu family after all, and the servants couldn't really say anything bad about him. There was still a thin layer of calluses on his hands.

Nan Jinming touched the palm of his hand imperceptibly, and Chu Xiaoran's emotions were immediately taken away by Nan Jinming's words.

He seemed to have hardly remembered what his mother looked like, because Chu Lianqin always had a gloomy face in front of him. He never smiled when he saw her. She was thin but very capable, with tightly pursed lips. When she was not smiling, her eyes always seemed fierce, with disgust and dissatisfaction.

"He looks exactly like that short-lived ghost. Who let him out? Take him back quickly. I have a banquet today. Don't let him get in the way."

The clothes Chu Xiaoran found and put on were the best he could do, at least in his opinion. However, Chu Lianqin's words were like a poisonous snake gnawing at his heart, and he became numb in the end. He could only accept the fact that his mother did not love him.

But is there really anyone who would be willing to have a child with someone they don’t love? If they don’t love each other, why would they give birth to a child to tie each other together?

"When did this happen?"

Chu Xiaoran's indifferent expression could not hide the panic and disbelief in his eyes. When he heard the news just now, the surprise in his eyes was quickly suppressed, and when he looked into Nan Jinming's eyes, he was as calm as before.

"I just got the news yesterday. I heard that your mother had a sudden illness in Xichun Tower. When the doctor arrived, she had already died. It should be the third day since she came home to mourn."

"died?"

Chu Xiaoran suppressed his emotions, tears welling up in his eyes. Chu Lianqin was dead? Was she really dead? What should he do next?

"died."

Nan Jinming tried to make his voice gentler, fearing that Chu Xiaoran's emotions would suddenly collapse.

The gurgling water beside it became very fast but very clear. Occasionally, one or two fish could be seen swimming in it, but there were mostly some water plants and stones.

Nan Jinming took a step forward and pulled Chu Xiaoran into his arms, hugging his trembling body. It was the first day that he felt so clearly and intuitively how people’s emotions were conveyed through their body language.

"Xiao Ran, if you want to cry, just cry."

Nan Jinming reached out and stroked the back of Chu Xiaoran's head, touching his soft hair, smelling the scent of his hair, and coaxing him like a child.

Chu Xiaoran was silent, tears continuing to fall. It was as if the soul had been taken away from his eyes. He just stared blankly ahead, unable to see anyone and hear anything.

Chu Xiaoran reached out and hugged Nan Jinming back, holding her waist with his hands, a smile on his lips. He had been looking forward to Chu Lianqin's death for a long time.