Chapter 691: Chapter 691: How Can Things Be So Coincidental?_1
Tang Zhou asked in surprise, “Hey, what are you doing? What are you eating that tastes so bad? Why has your face turned so pale?”
The hand that Leng Chenmo was holding the chopsticks with had involuntarily tensed up. However, in response to Tang Zhou’s words, he just shook his head.
“It’s nothing. Since nobody else is eating, we can eat it ourselves.”
Tang Zhou looked at the table filled with food. “Can the two of us finish all this? Overeating is one thing, but I don’t want to get diarrhea from eating too much. Last ti Xiao Xingguang had a hot pot and ate so tainted tripe, he had to stay at the hospital for five or six days with nausea and diarrhea. I have to be careful.”
Leng Chenmo dropped so cooked lamb into Tang Zhou’s dipping sauce dish. “If we can’t finish it, we can save it for lunch tomorrow.”
Tang Zhou wasn’t convinced. He sent a few more ssages in the chat group asking if anyone wanted to join for the hot pot. However, after confirming that no one was coming, he had to give up. It seed like he was destined to get ill from overeating tonight.
But it didn’t matter. He decided to live a healthier lifestyle after this al.
He had secretly filled out a form to have a child but didn’t know how to tell Leng Chenmo. He was feeling so torn. “Hey, you said the other day that many of your friends already have children and that you also wanted to be a father. Were you serious?”
Engrossed in his thoughts, Leng Chenmo didn’t respond to Tang Zhou.
Tang Zhou felt disappointed. It seed that this man didn’t really intend to have a child with him.
Feeling increasingly irritated, Tang Zhou believed he was falling too deeply for Leng Chenmo’s charm and his overblown fantasy of having a baby together with him was causing unease. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he beca.
“Never mind, forget what I just said.” Tang Zhou continued eating his hot pot, focusing on the duck’s blood, his favorite.
“What did you say just now?” Leng Chenmo, coming out of his reverie, asked after a while.
Burning his tongue on the hot duck’s blood, Tang Zhou hissed and snapped, “Forget it!”
“Speak.”
Tang Zhou, holding back his annoyance, glared at Leng Chenmo. “I said it was nothing. Aren’t you annoyed with always talking, even while eating?”
Leng Chenmo: “…”
Leng Chenmo was always tolerant of Tang Zhou’s bad temper, he never quarreled with him, instead he patiently explained, “I apologize, I was deep in thought and didn’t hear what you said.”
Tang Zhou, feeling a bit mollified, queried, “Oh, what were you thinking about?”
Thinking about what?
Leng Chenmo fished a piece of beef roll from the hot pot and tasted it. He was contemplating how his entire life had been devoted to his family only to be disowned upon seeing a paternity test not affirming Leng’s family bloodline.
These days, he had been searching for information about his heritage, but his deceased mother had erased all traces of his past. Unless he questioned her grave, he wouldn’t be able to discover his own roots.
Leng Chenmo shook his glass of liquor in his hand. The only information he could retrieve was that he was born prematurely in T city during his mother’s visit to her hotown and was delivered at the people’s hospital of T city. However, when he tried to retrieve his birth records, he found out that all the records of kids born in that year were burnt in a fire. He had investigated and found out it was his uncle who had arranged for the fire…
Earlier, when he heard Tang Zhou chatting with Ye Junqing’s woman on WeChat, he couldn’t help but think more about his own origins.
But…
Leng Chenmo drained his glass, laughed bitterly, and mused – What are the odds of such a coincidence in this world?
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