Rebirth in the 80s: The Scholar Wife is Cute Chapter 1088: 1088: Uncle, Don't You Want Me Anymore?

Chapter 1088: Chapter 1088: Uncle, Don’t You Want Anymore?

Tang Ling was startled, and tears imdiately began to stream down her face, “Go back, but where? I vanished for five years, do you have any idea how much has changed at ho during that ti? Everyone thought I was dead, they received a large sum of money, no one wanted alive. In these five years, I’ve beco disconnected from the world, I can’t go back to being that confident and beautiful top designer. I now have a daughter with , and I’m about to turn thirty, my life can never return to what it once was.”

She could have had a great career and gradually beco a famous top designer.

He Nan’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “You know better than anyone why you were on that plane.”

With his words, Tang Ling was rendered speechless, but she stubbornly countered, “It’s not that I want to cling to you, it’s Xingxing who can’t leave you. Even if you don’t care about , can you really not care about Xingxing?”

“Uncle,” the little girl known as Xingxing gently tugged at He Nan’s sleeve, “Uncle, don’t you want anymore?”

Sothing in He Nan’s expression softened considerably.

Seeing this change, Tang Ling imdiately continued, “He Nan, all these years, you’ve never allowed Xingxing to call you ‘Dad’, not even ‘godfather’. Is it because of Shen Mianmian?”

Before He Nan could respond, she spoke again, “It’s been five years already, everything has changed. Shen Mianmian must have thought you were long dead, and she probably has soone she likes by now. I saw her with a little boy, who looks even younger than Xingxing, maybe he’s her son. Think about the ti you left, could that child be yours? Shen Mianmian must have started a new life of her own, yet you still…”

“He’s my son,” He Nan interrupted her coldly, “His na is He Xiaobei.”

When ntioning the na He Xiaobei, an indescribable pride and pain seeped into He Nan’s voice.

Over the years, Shen Mianmian must have struggled — he didn’t need to think to guess that she hadn’t had an easy ti.

“…”

Tang Ling was taken aback for a mont and then burst out in agitation, “Impossible.”

She laughed incredulously, “He Nan, stop deceiving yourself. He Xiaobei looks younger than Xingxing. Just because he’s called He Xiaobei doesn’t an he’s your son. Maybe he’s adopted by your family or perhaps Shen Mianmian had him with soone else, just to continue the He lineage. Another possibility is that her current husband also bears the last na He.”

Tang Ling found a slew of reasons, just because she refused to believe that Shen Mianmian had borne He Nan a son.

“He looks just like ,” He Nan stated, shattering all of Tang Ling’s illusions with a single sentence.

Like a woman driven mad, Tang Ling let out a hollow laugh, “Shen Mianmian actually bore you a son? If Shen Mianmian gave you a son, what about and Xingxing? You don’t want us anymore?”

A malicious thought suddenly crept into Tang Ling’s mind; perhaps they should never have returned.

Had she stopped He Nan from coming back, or had they returned a few years later, if Shen Mianmian had married, He Nan would naturally have moved on.

As she thought this, she also spoke out loud, “What if Shen Mianmian has soone she likes, and you don’t even exist in her heart anymore? What will you do?”

“She won’t change,” He Nan said gravely.

“Are you so sure?” Tang Ling scoffed, “Five years, do you know how long five years is? 1,825 days and nights, enough to change so much. Even if Shen Mianmian once loved you, she’s forgotten you now.”