Reincarnation: I Married My Ex's Brother

This was clearly a family photo. Other than his father, no one else deserved to stand beside him and Xiao Meng.

Zhuang Long asked Xiao Meng, "Why isn't there a father?"

Xiao Meng snatched the photo and said coldly, "His photo was bitten by a rat. I didn't think it looked good, so I cut it."

This explanation sounded like nonsense.

Zhuang Long clearly did not believe her. He raised his eyebrows but did not expose Xiao Meng's lie.

He then looked at the second photo.

Zhuang Long was stunned when he saw this photo.

The person in the photo was still him, but it was not the him when he was young, but the him when he was an adult. He was wearing a decent suit and stood on a podium with a trophy in his hand. Zhuang Long clearly remembered that this was the day he received the Nobel Prize in Medicine.

Who took this photo?

Who sent it to Xiao Meng?

Zhuang Long stared at the energetic and confident young man in the photo. He could not suppress his curiosity and asked Xiao Meng, "Who sent this to you?"

Xiao Meng hesitated before saying, "Someone you don't know."

Zhuang Long suddenly smiled and said, "I guess it's Marvin?" He felt that Marvin knew about Xiao Meng's existence.

Xiao Meng shook her head.

If Zhuang Long could guess Marvin, he must have guessed that Marvin knew about his childhood. That was true. Marvin was so rich, he would definitely not adopt a child of unknown origin as an adopted child. Before he adopted Zhuang Long, he must have done some research.

Xiao Meng said honestly, "Marvin didn't send anything. He just called occasionally to tell me if you were okay."

Zhuang Long was surprised.

It was actually not him.

Then who was it?

Zhuang Long smiled sarcastically and said, "Marvin doesn't even come to see me. How would he know if I'm okay?"

Xiao Meng did not know about Zhuang Long's life all these years. She only knew that her son was very promising and had contributed to humanity. She did not know what to say and remained silent.

Zhuang Long shook the photo in his hand and frowned. He thought in confusion, Other than Marvin, who else knew about his past? Who sent this photo to Xiao Meng?

One look at Xiao Meng's expression and he knew that although this woman looked gentle and easy to talk to, what she was unwilling to tell you was that she would not tell you. It was useless even if you opened her mouth and broke her teeth. Zhuang Long felt a little irritated for no reason.

"Forget it. If you don't want to say it, forget it."

He got up to leave.

Xiao Meng was a little flustered.

She knew that her concealment had made Zhuang Long unhappy. She suddenly grabbed Zhuang Long. Zhuang Long could have shaken off this hand, but he could not bear to. He did not turn around and heard Xiao Meng coax him softly, "Xiao Bao, don't be angry, okay?"

Zhuang Long said, "Then tell me who that person is."

Xiao Meng hesitated for a moment before letting go of Zhuang Long.

Zhuang Long was even angrier and strode away.

Xiao Meng was a little confused and cautious. When Zhuang Qilin saw this, he walked over and pulled Xiao Meng to the small sofa in the room to sit down. "Grandma, don't be afraid. Dad changes his expression very quickly. He won't be angry later."

Xiao Meng was not comforted.

Zhuang Qilin thought that she did not believe him, so he said, "Really! He's really cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He's especially easy to coax! How about this? Make dinner for Dad tonight and he will definitely forgive you."

Xiao Meng's eyes lit up.

"Will it really work?"

"Sure."

Zhuang Qilin was lying through his teeth. He only felt that his father actually cared about his grandmother very much. Being angry at him was definitely only temporary. He would be fine in a few hours.

Zhuang Long had been very nervous these few days and did not rest well.

He was not very angry. After leaving Xiao Meng's room, he returned to his own room to sleep. When he woke up, it was almost dark. Zhuang Long stared at the dark sky outside the window and could not tell if it was dawn or dusk.

He lay on the bed for a while longer before finding his phone. When he saw that it was past six in the afternoon, he realized that it was almost dark.

Strange, it was already past six o'clock. Why hadn't the butler called him for dinner?

Zhuang Long was a little puzzled. He casually washed his face with cold water and ran downstairs. He realized that the chefs were all standing outside the kitchen. "What's wrong? What happened?" They were not done cooking yet, and the group was not in a hurry to cook. They were all standing outside the kitchen door. What were they doing?

Zhuang Long had just finished asking when he heard Xiao Meng's voice coming from the kitchen.

"Xiao Bao must be hungry. Mommy will be done in a while."

Zhuang Long was surprised.

He walked into the kitchen and saw Xiao Meng, who was wearing an apron, and Zhuang Qilin, who was causing trouble beside her.

"You're cooking?" Zhuang Long was surprised.

Xiao Meng nodded. Seeing that Zhuang Long was sizing up the few dishes that had been prepared, she felt a little embarrassed. It was rare for her to be a little shy. She lowered her head and defended herself softly. "I haven't cooked for too many years. I'm very unfamiliar with it. It doesn't look good."

"But don't worry, the taste is alright. I've already thrown away the dishes that failed." The dishes on the kitchen counter were the most delicious ones that Xiao Meng had picked out after making them a few times. Zhuang Long understood what Xiao Meng meant. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he realized that his throat was extremely dry.

No wonder it was almost seven o'clock and dinner was not ready.

After a short silence, Xiao Meng heard Zhuang Long grunt softly.

He left the kitchen and met the head butler. He asked him, "What time did the Old Madam start cooking?"

The head butler seemed to be a little moved. He was silent for a moment before saying, "It starts at three thirty."

Zhuang Long felt even worse.

Zhuang Qilin messed around in the kitchen for a while before feeling that it was meaningless. He took off his small apron and ran out of the kitchen. He saw Zhuang Long in the back garden outside the dining room. He sat with his back facing Zhuang Qilin, and his back looked very sad.

Zhuang Qilin walked over quietly and walked to Zhuang Long. He realized that his father was distracted.

Zhuang Qilin waved his hand in front of Zhuang Long and finally attracted his attention.

"You're not helping your grandmother cook anymore?" Zhuang Long sounded tired, as if he had just ended a long journey.

Zhuang Qilin said, "I'm not helping. It's better to come out." He sat down at the side. Seeing that Zhuang Long seemed very tired, he asked him, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhuang Long said, "I was thinking about when I was young."

"What were you like when you were young?"

Zhuang Long thought for a while before saying, "I don't remember."

Zhuang Qilin suddenly said, "It feels great to have a mother, right?"

Zhuang Long glanced at him and did not reply.

These words were a trap. If Zhuang Long dared to nod, he would be jumping into this trap.