After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me Chapter 594: 375: 2

Chapter 594: Chapter 375: _2

Tang Xi followed Shu Yiming around the Shu Family residence, which was vast and featured nurous beautiful sceneries. However, she wasn’t particularly surprised by these luxuriously costly flora, as she had seen similar in the Fu Family. Each of these prestigious families had a unique decorative style, employing extraordinary plants and trees, crafted by famous artists and designed by top-tier designers.

Tang Xi estimated the ti and returned to the living room.

anwhile, Shen Qinglin also just walked out from inside.

Mother and daughter looked at each other, both understanding each other’s intentions clearly.

They also needed a quiet place to talk.

Shu Rongjun and Shu Yiming didn’t disturb them.

Tang Xi and Shen Qinglin went to the pavilion outside.

It was that one, Langyue Pavilion.

This season, it was sowhat cold outside.

Tang Xi placed her hands in the coat pockets, exhaling a slight breath of white air, “Aunt Shen, you must have a lot of things to tell .”

Hearing Tang Xi still calling her Aunt Shen, Shen Qinglin’s eyes trembled slightly, “Tang Xi, I am your mother.”

Tang Xi raised her head, looking at the words Langyue Pavilion. “The word ‘mother’ feels very far away to . Growing up, I never had one. I was raised by a director mother, and later… Xia Minjun. But Xia Minjun never fulfilled any motherly responsibilities. I had to call her mom as I was adopted, but she never treated as her daughter. Aunt Shen, we haven’t known each other for long, we are strangers, how can I call you mom?”

“Tang Xi, mom knows I shouldn’t have abandon you. After coming out, I should have looked for you. I had nothing then, a woman who had been in jail, I couldn’t find any job outside. I was thinking, once I get back on my feet, I would bring you back.” But when she finally gained so financial stability and went to find her daughter, she was no longer to be found.

In addition, she was busy establishing News Group and had also married Xu Yunjie. She was in the Xu Family, she couldn’t…

But observing the cold face and the indifferent eyes of Tang Xi at this mont, Shen Qinglin knew that making excuses was futile.

She had missed out on her daughter’s life for twenty-seven years.

A few words of excusing couldn’t nd that.

Tang Xi walked up to the pavilion, caressing the wooden carvings, “I never felt ashad for having a mother who is a murderer. I don’t care what my mother is like. I just care about whether she exists in this world. I just want a family, with both a father and a mother’s companionship. Aunt Shen, you knew I was your daughter, but you didn’t tell beforehand. Instead, you chose to publicly declare it during Mr. Shu’s birthday celebration. Did you actually want to seek justice for ? Why did you not contact privately? My hair, it must have been left by when I went to the hospital to visit you, right? Since you learned from the DNA that I am your daughter, why didn’t you look for , why didn’t you tell !”

A series of questions, Tang Xi stepped closer to her.

Shen Qinglin stepped back, avoiding Tang Xi’s gaze for a mont, and finally sighed helplessly. She hadn’t expected Tang Xi to be so insightful; she thought Tang Xi might not have considered these things.

At this mont, she pressed her lips together, “Tang Xi, I’m sorry.”

Shen Qinglin, too, had her own bit of selfishness.

“This pavilion was personally nad by my mother. I was young then, she said this pavilion was called Langyue. There’s also Qingfeng Bridge over there. Qingfeng Langyue, such a poetic match.” She looked ahead, “Actually, there are more buildings behind, they all have nas, those are left by my brother and , and also by Lu Yanlin and Qin Xuewen. Let take you there to see.”

Tang Xi followed Shen Qinglin’s steps, passing through a bamboo forest.

Though called a bamboo forest, in this winter, it was all yellow.

Hardly any lush greenery could be seen.

Behind it, there was also a small arch bridge, Shen Qinglin said, “This was written by Lu Yanlin, the inscriptions are too old now, faded by sunlight, and hard to see clearly, but back then he wrote a poem, “Where did the faces go, peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.”

The inscriptions carved on this stone, now thirty years passed, have almost disappeared.

Her words carried an indescribable sadness.

Shen Qinglin bent down, her fingers gently caressing the line of carving.

Her eyes filled with endless sorrow.