Fu Nancheng didn’t argue with him, but asked again, "I have one last question."
"Go ahead," Qiao Dehou sighed softly. Tis have changed, and right now Xiao Mo is in a difficult situation but as her father, he can’t help much. Thankfully, the man before him is making every effort to protect her, which gives him a bit of comfort.
"How did Yang Peiyun treat Xiao Mo in the past?"
Qiao Dehou pondered for a mont. Although Yang Peiyun had been ’dead’ for many years and had vanished from his life,
he had lived with her for several years back then.
Though he never brought her back to the Qiao family, he considered her small ho as another ho. Thinking back to more than twenty years ago, with the delicate and tender Qiao Yun and Qiao Mo, his eyes softened with tenderness.
"She seed to treat both children well, but I could feel she favored Qiao Yun more. She often asked Qiao Mo to give way to Qiao Yun. I’ve urged her not to be so biased, but she always said Qiao Mo, being the older sister, should learn to take care of her younger sister and give in to her more."
"You know, many people have this mindset of favoring sons over daughters and spoiling the youngest child more. I didn’t want to argue with her over such matters, so while she favored Qiao Yun, I doted on Qiao Mo."
Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng nodded: "Tomorrow I’ll bring Xiao Mo to see you. I hope you’ll tell her that she was the real girl back then. As for the car accident and fire, I’m sure you can co up with an appropriate excuse."
As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Qiao Dehou to respond, Fu Nancheng turned and left.
He was well aware that the girl in his mory had always been a knot in Xiao Mo’s heart.
Perhaps she had let go of this issue before, but ever since Qiao Yun reappeared, the knot seed like a binding spell, constantly restraining and troubling her, making her doubt herself.
However, he couldn’t help but have another doubt.
Xiao Mo is not Yang Peiyun’s child.
So could she be Qiao Dehou’s?
He furrowed his brows, his heart heavy with complex emotions, and imdiately called Qin Zhaoran, asking him to conduct another paternity test between Qiao Dehou and Qiao Mo.
...
Early the next morning, Qiao Mo asked for leave from her company and headed straight to the hospital with Fu Nancheng.
As she stepped out of the elevator, her palm was slightly cold, and she felt extrely agitated, as if she still couldn’t believe that Qiao Dehou had really woken up.
Fu Nancheng only told her this news while they were having breakfast.
Therefore, she hurried over without further ado.
Rushing along with him to the innermost room of a ward, Qiao Mo gradually stopped.
Through the glass window on the door, she could see a bald, slightly chubby middle-aged man inside holding a newspaper, with so much flesh on his face almost squeezing his eyes into re slits.
Qiao Mo’s eyes were moist, as if she were frozen in place.
After two minutes, Fu Nancheng gently took her hand and said warmly, "Let’s go."
She snapped back to reality, and as the door was gently pushed open, she was already standing inside the ward.
Hearing the sound, Qiao Dehou looked up, and upon seeing Qiao Mo with her large belly, he paused for a mont but quickly smiled, beaming, and opened his arms to her.
"Dad!" Qiao Mo cried with joy and threw herself into his embrace.
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