Inside the study.
Leng Zimo’s gaze bore down on his father threateningly, "There’s no need to pretend anymore. I saw it with my own eyes, the two of you embracing, that woman crying, and you were comforting her..."
Leng Lin stood up and asked in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you talking about?"
Leng Zimo clenched his fists, "Mo Qiuxiao, who is also Luo Xiaoqian’s mother!"
Outside the door, Luo Xiaoqian’s hand, poised to knock, suddenly stiffened in mid-air.
Zimo was ntioning her mother’s na, he was discussing her mother with his father?
Inside the door.
Leng Lin was shocked, "You... you were at the hotel that day?"
"Or what?!" Leng Zimo sneered, "Had I not gone to the general staff guest house, how would I have witnessed your ugliest side, your own wife barely cold, yet you were having an affair with another woman..."
Outside the door.
Luo Xiaoqian’s mind buzzed, and she almost dropped the fruit plate in her hands.
The woman Leng Zimo spoke of was actually her mother; how could this be possible?
No wonder Leng Zimo had been acting strangely all day.
Seeing the photo album on the coffee table earlier, she had not paid much attention, but now that she thought about it, it must have been because he saw her mother’s photo and recognized her as that woman, which must have caused him to react like that, right?
She is the daughter of the woman he hates the most!
Upon realizing this, Luo Xiaoqian felt almost unable to breathe.
He had said he would never forgive his father, and he would surely never forgive her mother, he must find it difficult to accept her identity.
Definitely!
At this mont, Luo Xiaoqian didn’t have the heart to ponder how all this ca to be.
The re thought that Leng Zimo might no longer accept her caused her heart to ache unbearably.
Under the colossal shock, she instinctively turned and went downstairs, placed the fruit plate on the table, and walked briskly towards the outside.
"Miss Luo?"
Aunt Su, puzzled, chased out from the kitchen, but Luo Xiaoqian’s figure was already missing from the living room. Aunt Su hurried outside, only to see Luo Xiaoqian wiping her face while rushing towards the gate.
...
...
In the study upstairs.
"Enough!" Leng Lin shouted angrily, "Things are not as you think, and my relationship with Mo Qiuxiao is not what you imagine..."
"There’s no need to explain, I don’t want to hear any of it!" Leng Zimo interrupted him, leaning forward, his eyes fixed on his father’s, "I just want to know, are Xiao Qian and I siblings?"
Leng Lin was stunned.
This question was too sudden, too weird, and too tricky; even he was caught off guard.
Seeing the unmistakable worry and pain in his son’s eyes, he suddenly understood what Leng Zimo was suddenly apprehensive about.
"So multinational corporation president, so genius businessman, I would say you’re just an idiot!" Leng Lin gritted his teeth and glared at his son across the table, infuriated yet amused, "If you two were siblings, would I allow you to be together?"
Happiness surged in Leng Zimo’s heart, "You’re not lying to ?"
"Idiot!" Leng Lin said both angrily and helplessly, "Do you think I would let my son commit incest?"
They say love lowers one’s intelligence. It seems even his son wasn’t immune, failing to think through even such a simple matter.
One word awakened the drear!
Leng Zimo suddenly snapped back to reality, his tense heart instantly relaxed.
He was right, if Xiao Qian and he were related by blood, his father would have surely done everything possible to stop them from being together, not let them be together.
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