Early the next morning.

The old town of Jiangbei City.

A black Mercedes quietly parked in front of a small dilapidated building.

It's the rush hour for school, and many people are passing by and looking this way.

Qin Shiya's first impression of this place is dirty, messy, and poor.

She has lived a privileged life for many years, and she is not very suitable for such an environment, and her face can't help but turn a little pale.

Then a gust of wind blew, and the sour smell of the uncleaned garbage bins became stronger and stronger.

Some couldn't stand it, Qin Shiya quickly rolled up the car window.

She thought about it all night last night, but decided to take Luo Cimian home first, and find a way to make up for his lack of maternal love over the years.

Seeing this, Uncle Zhong hurriedly unscrewed the mineral water in his hand and handed it to her, "Miss, drink two sips of water, it will feel better." ”

Qin Shiya has been the daughter of a rich family since she was a child, and she has never suffered much, let alone come to this kind of place.

Uncle Zhong couldn't help frowning, a little hesitant, "Miss, if you go back first, I'll go up and pick up the little young master home." ”

"No, you don't." Qin Shiya waved her hand gently, suppressing the nausea in her throat, her face full of sorrow, "Uncle Zhong, when I think of my biological son growing up in this environment for eighteen years, my heart is like pressing a stone, and I can't breathe. ”

Qin Shiya was panicked: "Do you think he will still recognize me as a mother?" ”

Uncle Zhong comforted, "Miss, don't worry, how can there be a son who doesn't recognize his mother, and he will get better." ”

Qin Shiya sighed, "...... If someone hadn't sent me the photos, I'm afraid I wouldn't have known about it for the rest of my life. ”

I don't know that the son I have raised for 18 years is not my own.

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After passing through the narrow corridor, I came to the door of a house on the second floor, and Uncle Zhong knocked on the door.

"Who?" The sound insulation of the old building is not good, and both of them can hear lazy male voices outside.

Through the iron security door, Luo Cimian stared at the middle-aged man with a big back in front of him, and narrowed his eyes: "Who are you looking for?" ”

Knock on the door early in the morning.

Those who ask for debts are not so diligent.

Uncle Zhong stared at Luo Cimian vigorously.

The more I look at it, the more I feel like Miss, especially the pair of peach blossom eyes, which are simply carved out of a mold.

"Is it a little sleep?"

Behind Uncle Zhong walked out a woman wearing a rich cheongsam dress, her jet-black hair was coiled up behind her head, looking elegant and dignified.

Luo Qimian was like being struck by lightning, staring at this strange woman.

The connection between blood and family is always mysterious and mysterious, even if Luo Cimian has never seen Qin Shiya, he feels something inexplicably.

"I am Qin Shiya, the eldest lady of the Qin Group, and I am also your biological mother." The woman's face was happy, but there was a deep guilt in her eyes.

Intertwined, making her expression look incomparably complicated.

Luo Cimian's brows furrowed imperceptibly, "What about Bai Wenwan?" ”

"She's your father's junior." Qin Shiya didn't plan to talk too much about the two of them.

Thinking of the woman who didn't give herself much maternal love, Luo Cimian was calm in his heart.

"We're here to pick you up this time." Qin Shiya stretched out her hand and wanted to pull the young man's hand, but she was quickly dodged.

Luo Cimian's face was expressionless, and his lips pursed into a straight line.

He almost blurted out, and his voice was obviously cold: "Do you think I will believe anything anyone says?" ”

"I can't afford to play the tricks of your wealthy family, please go back, I have to rush to class."

With a little bit of the stubbornness that is unique to teenagers of this age.。

Qin Shiya looked at the young man who pretended to be strong, and her eyes gradually reddened, "If you don't believe it, we can do a paternity test." ”

Luo Cimian is not good at dealing with this kind of thing, so he struggled a little in his heart, and casually plucked his hair and handed it to the woman.

"My hair, is that okay?"

Qin Shiya wiped her tears and smiled, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows seemed to be loving, "It's okay." ”

"Xiaomian, can you let your mother take you to school?"

A trace of unknown emotion flashed in Luo Cimian's eyes, and he said lightly: "No." ”