Song Yu thought of the two people just now, and rembered that his wife had been investigating Mrs. Yan so ti ago.
As long as she didn’t do anything outrageous, he wouldn’t interfere.
Now, hearing the suppressed anger in Lu Xintong’s tone, he was sowhat curious about how these two had offended her.
Song Yu glanced again at Qin Shuyi and her mother, who had already turned and left in the distance, and asked:
"Do you know them?"
Lu Xintong’s footsteps paused, and she looked up at Song Yu. Suddenly, she let out a sneer, raised her hand to point at her own face, and said:
"Don’t you think my face looks a lot like Mrs. Yan’s?"
Song Yu, upon hearing Lu Xintong’s question, suddenly realized that Mrs. Yan’s face was indeed very similar to his own wife’s.
If his own wife was a little older, she would look even more like Mrs. Yan.
Thinking about his wife’s investigation of Mrs. Yan today, disbelief filled Song Yu’s eyes.
"You and her..."
Lu Xintong nodded and said:
"That Mrs. Yan is indeed my long-deceased birth mother."
Song Yu saw the irony in Lu Xintong’s eyes, and the shock on his face took a while to subside.
After a long ti, he heard Song Yu’s lowered voice asking:
"How could she... "
"She cheated, left when my father died, and ran away with a wild man."
Lu Xintong spoke nonchalantly, pointing her chin at Yan Xu in the distance, who was mingling among the big figures, and said:
"That Master Yan is her wild man."
Song Yu knew that his wife had lost her parents before her first birthday and was raised by an old lady ever since.
He felt sorry for her having no parents from childhood, so after being with her, he provided her with everything he could.
But now, knowing her birth mother was still alive, living in the sa city, and had never co to see her even once, Song Yu was sowhat angry, no, very angry.
Song Yu’s temper was well-known among young masters of prominent families for being gentle, and he rarely got angry, but this ti, he was genuinely furious.
Coldness flowed from the depths of his eyes.
Song Yu rarely had a black face, especially in front of Lu Xintong.
So, his exposed emotions at this mont seed particularly conspicuous, and Lu Xintong sensed them even without looking up.
She subconsciously looked up at him, noticing the usual gentleness beneath his eyes covered by a layer of chilly frost, engulfing his deep black pupils.
Caught off guard by his rare display of emotions, Lu Xintong asked:
"What’s wrong?"
Lu Xintong’s voice brought Song Yu back to his senses, and at the sa ti, the coldness in his eyes faded away.
Feeling distressed for Lu Xintong, he suddenly pulled her into his arms, making her even more stiff and puzzled.
"What’s wrong with you?"
She looked at him with furrowed brows, eyes focused on his face.
Seeing Song Yu purse his lips, he muttered in a hoarse voice:
"It’s okay, I just want to hug you."
Lu Xintong, embraced by him, remained silent for a long ti. Since he had ntioned divorce, she had been on edge and uneasy in her heart.
She was genuinely afraid Song Yu would divorce her.
Even though she despised Qiaoxu, she had to admit one thing he said was right.
There wouldn’t be a second Song Yu who could tolerate her arrogant and willful temperant.
That’s why, even though she had gotten used to being willful over the years, she still restrained herself in front of Song Yu.
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