Born to be pregnant

Chapter 228 The Last Night, It's My Daughter
Because there was a traffic accident on the way, which caused a traffic jam, the driver had to change the road temporarily and rushed to the dim sum restaurant after a long journey.

Half an hour later than expected.

Tang Mowan also received a call from Han Zhijing on the road, he thought she was not coming.

Heh, Tang Mowan was a little strange. He didn't understand why Mr. Han suddenly wanted to see her so persistently, and he was waiting for her at the gate so solemnly.

As soon as she got out of the car, she noticed that his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with some kind of secret expectation. It could be seen that her arrival made him very happy. Before, he was always nervous, but after seeing her, Happy is true, but also more nervous.

What is he happy about, and what is he nervous about?She couldn't figure it out for a moment.

"Mr. Han." Smiling head-on, he met Han Zhijing's outstanding face. He was wearing a decent black suit, a high-quality shirt and suit pants. Fengshen is handsome.

Tang Mowan's smile also became warm and gentle: "I'm sorry, Mr. Han, the traffic jam on the road kept you waiting."

"It's okay." Han Zhijing hid his inner excitement, not wanting to scare her too abruptly. In just 24 hours, he had already sent private detectives to find Peng Yuan and her life for so many years. Although the time is short and the information seems incomplete, this is enough to explain everything.

At that time, he was standing in the top-floor suite of the hotel in City A, holding the investigation results just sent by the private investigator in his hand. Seeing the clear and beautiful eyes of the familiar girl in the photo, he was stunned.He forgot to react, even forgot to breathe, as if he was being shocked by an electric shock, he couldn't move.

He thought of the first encounter with Tang Mowan on the plane, and every time he met after that, for no reason, he just thought that this girl was very suitable for him, with her clean temperament and elegant and decent behavior It made him feel very comfortable. This kind of comfort was something he had never seen on the two girls of the Han family.

Han Jingyu's rebellion made him think many times how wonderful it would be for his daughter this time, but he never thought that the name Tang Mowan would be so closely associated with Peng Yuan, She will be Peng Yuan's daughter.

And Xu Yining told him that Peng Yuan once gave birth to a child for him.

The moment he got the materials, this gentle and resolute man cried for the first time. He didn't know how to describe his current mood, sadness, anger?Doubt is moved, weeping with joy?It turned out that the girl he admired was really his daughter and became his child.

Thinking about it, Han Zhijing's expression couldn't hide his excitement.

Tang Mowan looked at his wet eyes and was startled: "Mr. Han, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Han Zhijing looked at the delicate face close at hand, and smiled happily, "Go in, let's go in and talk."

Tang Mowan nodded and followed Han Zhijing inside. She was uncertain about his strange reaction.

There are actually a lot fewer people drinking afternoon tea at this time. Some waiters started to clean up. Tang Mowan didn't pay attention, and suddenly slipped and fell forward. Han Zhijing, who was standing next to him, quickly reached out to hold him Her arm helped her waist in time to stabilize her figure, and then asked with concern: "Are you all right?"

Tang Mowan shook his head with lingering fear. Seeing Han Zhijing holding his hand, he hurriedly thanked him and withdrew his hand.

Seeing this, Han Zhijing did not see anything unusual, but he quickly let go of his hand and lowered his head. It turned out that there was a puddle of water on the ground. It should have been left over from the bottom of the bucket when the waiter next to him mopped the floor. Han Zhijing immediately called someone over and spoke harshly, prompting the waiter to apologize repeatedly.

Tang Mowan felt that this was nothing. Han Zhijing's reaction was a little big, so he quickly dissuaded him: "Mr. Han, I'm fine, let's sit down and talk."

"Okay." Han Zhijing led the way and led Tang Mowan to a hidden space. There was a bamboo curtain next to each table, but each table looked very quiet.

After Tang Mowan sat down, he handed the menu to Han Zhijing: "Mr. Han, let's see what you like to eat. Don't be polite to me. I'll treat you."

"No, I invite you, you order." Han Zhijing pushed back the menu again.

"You order, I don't know what you like to eat."

Han Zhijing insisted: "I'm a very casual person, I can eat anything, just order it, you are familiar with this place and know what's delicious."

"Okay then." Tang Mowan didn't refuse anymore, and didn't look at the menu, she called the waiter directly and ordered a few snacks that she usually likes to eat.

Crystal Shrimp Dumplings and Jujube Cake are special snacks here.

While she was ordering, Han Zhijing sat across from her like this, watching him quietly, with unconcealable excitement appearing in his usually quiet eyes.

"Mr. Han, is the solo exhibition in Melbourne over? Are you going to come to City A this time?" Tang Mowan just felt that he couldn't be in the dark, so he found a topic to talk about.

Which Han Zhijing actually replied: "Yes, that's exactly what I meant."

"Ah, congratulations."

Han Zhijing smiled slightly, and Tang Mowan put his hands on the table. He was very happy to see the waiter bring the dim sum so quickly, so he twisted a piece of jujube cake and handed it to Han Zhijing: "Come on, Mr. Han, have a taste. It is the characteristic of this place, I believe you will like it."

"Okay." Han Zhijing looked at the brown-red jujube cake twisted on her thin white fingers, and felt his eyes were moist. Han Jingyu was so big, and he hadn't picked up a chopstick or handed him a piece of clothing. Now, Really mixed feelings.

When he reached out to hold the jujube cake, he subconsciously held Tang Mowan's fingers: "Wanwan, I..."

Tang Mowan was startled, but even faster, the bamboo curtain in front of him was closed aggressively, and the originally small and closed space instantly became brighter.

Raising her head suddenly, Tang Mowan looked in surprise at the man in a suit and leather shoes standing beside the door curtain. Then, the man came over and pulled her hand out of Han Zhijing's. Tang Mowan stared at his cold expression , I don’t know when he was there, and what he heard, but felt his temples popped out, and quickly stood up and asked: "Mr. Han asked me to talk about something, why are you here?"

Only then did she notice that standing behind Fu Shaoqian was a tall and temperamental beauty with long curly chestnut hair and a beige professional suit with a chiffon V-neck shirt inside, white stiletto shoes, and an urban gold-collared attire. Looks like he's in his thirties.

The beauty gave her a slight nod, and stepped back knowingly.

Fu Shaoqian sat down on the empty seat next to him, still holding Tang Mowan's fingertips tightly with one hand, and it hurt to hold her so hard, but she didn't struggle, and just let him hold her like that.

Fu Shaoqian looked at Han Zhijing with cold eyes, but when Han Zhijing met Fu Shaoqian, he was calm. Seeing Fu Shaoqian holding Tang Mowan's fingers tightly in his hand, he was more appreciative and relieved.

"Mr. Han, I don't think my wife has to meet and talk with you alone. If you have anything to say, you might as well tell me." Fu Shaoqian's tone was strong and could not be refused.

Han Zhijing nodded, without any intention of avoiding it. The truth he wanted to say was on the verge of coming out, but if he really said it, would Tang Mowan accept it all at once?
Even though he already believed that Tang Mowan was his daughter, how did she think of him as a father? In the twenty years of his life without her, he suddenly appeared, and the result was joy or sorrow?
While he was still contemplating, a clear voice suddenly sounded from behind them: "Mowan, Shaoqian?"

Turning around at the end of Tang Dynasty, it was Peng Yuan Shi Shiran coming up the stairs. Behind her were two middle-aged women dressed as noble ladies. They should be the wives of some wealthy businessmen. Peng Yuan is very keen on such communication now. It is not surprising to meet someone who eats and drinks tea for beauty treatment.

I just didn't expect Peng Yuan's face to change after seeing Han Zhijing. She was standing on the stairs and suddenly shook violently. down.

"Peng Yuan, are you okay?" one of the wives asked.

Peng Yuan stabilized her mind, nailed the wooden handle tightly, and smiled at them reluctantly: "I'm fine, you can find a place to sit first, I see my daughter and my son-in-law."

"Ah, those are your daughter and son-in-law." The other wife recognized Fu Shaoqian, her eyes couldn't hide her surprise, "Why didn't I hear you mention it?"

A little pride appeared on Peng Yuan's face: "Well, you go and sit down first, and I'll say a few words."

The moment Han Zhijing saw Peng Yuan, he was stunned. It was even more shocking than when the private detective sent the information over.

He knew that Peng Yuan had a very hard life in the early years, but in recent years, her life has been much better, and she is well maintained, and she can still see the appearance of a girl when she was young.

He was a little excited, but he held back.Because Peng Yuan didn't look at him, but said to Fu Shaoqian, "Are you coming here for dim sum too?"

Fu Shaoqian nodded lightly, and Peng Yuan met Tang Mowan's face again: "Wanwan, if you have time, let's go home and have a meal."

"Let's talk when you have time."

At this time, the beautiful woman who came with Fu Shaoqian just now looked at her watch and urged: "Mr. Fu, we have to go to the King's Landing Group next time. It's time to leave."

Tang Mowan got up and urged him: "You still have something to do, just go, I'll go home right away."

"I'll ask the driver to take you." Fu Shaoqian had already paid and settled the bill.

Tang Mowan pursed his lips, agreed, and apologized to Han Zhijing, "Mr. Han, my son is still waiting for me at home. I'm leaving first. You can have some dim sum."

Han Zhijing didn't stop her, because she saw Peng Yuan's silent warning and watched Fu Shaoqian and Tang Mowan leave. Peng Yuan first exchanged a few words with the two wives, and then walked towards the bathroom at the end of the corridor. Han Zhijing followed suit. followed.

In a secluded corner where no one was around, Peng Yuan crossed her arms, facing this man who had betrayed her for more than 20 years, the throbbing heart that year seemed to be still lingering in her heart, but more resentment and anger were also accumulating in her heart At this moment, an explosion was brewing: "Han Zhijing, what do you want to do!"

Han Zhijing looked silent, with his hands hanging quietly in front of his body, feeling Peng Yuan's oncoming anger, his dark eyes staring at her face with warmth like water: "I just want to see my daughter, at the end of the night, it's me daughter, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Peng Yuan's complexion suddenly changed, her fingers clenched into fists, but she smiled angrily: "You said it's your daughter, but it's your daughter? Han Zhijing, it's been more than 20 years, why are you so naive and ridiculous now? Don't you have a daughter?" Is it a daughter? Don't you deny us? What are you looking for! Go back, I don't want to see you again, and let me tell you, Tang Mowan is not your daughter, so you should give up on it."

"Yining, you have already told me everything." After Han Zhijing finished speaking, he quietly observed Peng Yuan's reaction.

Sure enough, the corners of Peng Yuan's eyes twitched slightly, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, but she was full of sarcasm: "Oh, then she must tell you that when she was with people and cheated, she was better with others when she was with you, so The child you conceived belonged to that man, and it had nothing to do with you, and the face of your Han family at that time... Heh, I still remember it, Han Zhijing, give up your heart, she is not your daughter every night, don't appear in our before."

After Peng Yuan finished speaking, she pushed open the door of the bathroom in front of her. In the bathroom, a girl stood inside with a pale face and no blood. She still held the doorknob. When she saw Han Zhijing, her body was crumbling. Deeply shocked, she was taken aback, and Han Zhijing behind her was also taken aback: "Jing Yu..."

He didn't expect that Han Jingyu would be in this restaurant. Everyone seems to be going crazy and rushing here. However, at this most critical juncture, Han Jingyu listened to the conversation between him and Peng Yuan. .

"Is what you said true?" Han Jingyu pointed at Peng Yuan angrily, her voice visibly trembling, "Is Tang Mowan his daughter?"

Peng Yuan slowly raised her hand, but was pushed away by Han Jingyu: "Don't touch me!"

"I'm asking you something, tell me, is Tang Mowan your daughter?" She stared at Han Zhijing stubbornly, and she had to ask why.

Han Zhijing closed his eyes, clenched his teeth tightly, and his pupils shrank slightly: "Yes, Jing Yu, Mowan is also my daughter, and you are sisters."

Han Jingyu's eyes turned blood red, she pushed Peng Yuan and Han Zhijing away, and rushed forward.

"Jingyu——" Han Zhijing called her from behind, but she had already run down the stairs, so he had no choice but to chase her out, while Peng Yuan, who was standing there, staggered violently, her body clinging to the wall behind her, It didn't fall down.

How could this be, this, how could it still be what it is today.

Three years ago, when Tang Mowan was with Fu Shaoqian, the Han family came to find her specially in order to facilitate Han Xiaduo and Fu Shaoqian. She knew that the Han family was here, so she knew that the Han family used tricks to replace her Tang Mowan didn't say anything about the pregnancy list. As for the newspaper specially made by the Han family, she showed it to Tang Mowan. In order to get her to give up, she would not have anything to do with Fu Shaoqian. Avoid the Han family, otherwise Han Zhijing will know of her existence sooner or later.

It was only later that she found out that the newspaper was fake.

Now, even though Tang Mowan was with Fu Shaoqian, she thought that the Han family would finally not show up again, but why did they kill her so suddenly and caught her off guard.

Seeing that Peng Yuan's eyes were red when she came back, the two wives asked her what happened. Peng Yuan said that sand got into her eyes accidentally. The two wives looked at each other and brought the topic to Fu Shaoqian and Tang Mowan.

Peng Yuan dealt with it absent-mindedly, and in the end she was too restless to sit still, so she had to settle down hastily.

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The beauty who was with Fu Shaoqian was the manager of the public relations department of Fu's enterprise. She was in her early thirties and had strong public relations skills. She was also a good helper.

Fu Shaoqian personally sent Tang Mowan home. Along the way, the public relations manager Ye Xinru was still in front of the co-pilot and was giving a briefing.

Tang Mowan knew that he was very busy, so she said at the intersection in front of her, "Go get busy if you have something to do. I'll go back by myself. It's very convenient. It's just a short route to King's Landing. After passing the traffic light, you have to turn back."

Ye Xinru raised her head, observed the road conditions, and counted the time. Fu Shaoqian tapped her finger on the window lattice. Tang Mowan sat beside him and gently tugged at his sleeve: "I still have to go to Grandma's place." Picking up the child, don't worry, go and come back early."

In the end, Fu Shaoqian agreed that Tang Mowan would get off the bus halfway, and only after seeing her get into the taxi did he tell the driver to drive.

Ye Xinru continued to give briefings on the co-pilot, but Fu Shaoqian's cell phone rang, and it was Han Zhijing who called him. His eyes were dark, his expression was indifferent, and his tone was formulaic: "Hello, I'm Fu Shaoqian."

"Shaoqian, I'm Han Zhijing."

Fu Shaoqian snorted softly, Han Zhijing didn't seem to hear his mockery, and said to himself: "I called to tell you something."

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Tang Mowan did take a taxi to the old house to pick up Fu Jinyan.

A person who stepped into here, in fact, still has no idea in his heart.

In particular, the first thing she saw was Fu Zhan sitting in a wheelchair in the middle of the yard, with frost-dyed white hair. Thinking about it carefully, this was the first time she had seen Fu Zhan since she came back. Avoid, or really sick, now it seems that the latter should account for the majority.

The dying years.It was Tang Mowan's first impression when he saw Fu Zhan this time.

In front of him was Fu Jinyan playing back and forth on a scooter, and Fu Zhan's eyes were full of pity.

Hearing the footsteps of high heels, Fu Jinyan turned his head nimbly, and smiled at her slightly, but his expression was very subtle, not the eagerness and joy of ordinary children seeing their mother, and they still played by themselves.

Tang Mowan was helpless, so he stood still in front of Fu Zhan, and called out respectfully, "Master."

Fu Zhan rested his skinny hands on the back of the chair, raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Mowan, with no trace of sadness or joy on his expression, not even familiarity or unfamiliarity, he just said calmly, "Here we come."

The past is indelible in his heart, but he is already an old man who is dying, and Tang Mowan still maintains his proper demeanor, nodding: "I'll take Jinyan back."

"It's getting late, so let's go back after eating when we come."

"..." When Tang Mowan didn't know how to respond, the old lady came out with a bowl of fruit and put it on the stone platform beside Fu Zhan, "Wanwan is here, Shaoqian is on his way too, then let's Go in and get ready to eat."

Fu Shaoqian also came?
Tang Mowan felt a little relieved, and heard Fu Zhan say, "Go in."

I had no choice but to keep up.

The old lady pushed Fu Zhan's wheelchair and gave her a comforting smile.

Tang Mowan also smiled slightly, took Fu Jinyan's hand, and entered the living room.

(End of this chapter)