Chapter 874: Heart-to-Heart with Her, Talking About Love 2
She took a deep breath and said, "For this matter, I’ve fought and argued with Song Anqi more than once, and even pulled out her hair. Every time I saw Jiang Lan insulting my mom, calling her a promiscuous woman, saying she was indiscreet, calling her a slut, I felt so angry and upset.
But I couldn’t understand why my mom remained silent? At the time, I thought she was weak, but later I understood the reason. It turns out that everything Jiang Lan said was the truth! When I found out Song Huaizhong wasn’t my biological father, to be honest, I actually blamed my mom... But later I came to terms with it. I thought, she must have had her reasons."
In the past years, the issue of her biological father had always been buried deep in her heart, unwilling to be revisited.
Because it was truly unbearable.
"Actually, although I’ve never mentioned anything about my biological father, on countless nights, I have imagined in my mind what he might look like. Perhaps he’s full of white hair, with an aged face, perhaps he’s a farmer, or maybe an architect, a teacher?
I’ve even thought about spending a lot of money at a detective agency, asking them to help find my biological father. But soon I dismissed this idea because I’m afraid that after knowing the truth, the image of the father I have in my heart will instantly collapse, completely shatter."
Song Yinyin choked up, struggling to continue.
The man’s arm tightened around her waist, saying, "It’s very normal for you to have these fantasies. Every orphan in the orphanage longs for their biological parents; they all hope to find their biological parents. Especially you, since this has troubled you since childhood. I truly understand your feelings; don’t think too much about it."
As he spoke, he gently patted her back.
Song Yinyin sniffed, as all her lonely and helpless emotions were eased and comforted in Lu Jihan’s embrace.
Moonlight filtered through the curtains, faintly carrying the sound of ocean waves. The air was filled with the moist scent of seawater.
Song Yinyin collected her emotions and asked again, "Jinhan, do you think I should recognize him?"
Lu Jihan pressed his lips together, thinking this question was truly difficult to answer.
He asked back, "And you? How do you feel about it? Such things should follow your true feelings."
He tried to quietly guide her.
Your true feelings?
But she...
Song Yinyin furrowed her brows, curled up in his embrace, and murmured:
"You know, the day he was rescued by you and Shen Kang, he was hurt, and then he had a persistent fever, continually shouting he’s cold—I took a light green sweater from my suitcase and put it on him...
The next morning, when he woke up and discovered the light green sweater on him, he kept asking me all sorts of questions, even mentioned my mother. Back then, I found it very strange...
Oh right, do you remember when he was inspecting in the Imperial City, that he and I played a song together?"
She looked up at Lu Jihan and asked.
"Hmm, of course I remember."
Lu Jihan nodded, following her words, continued, "I remember at that time you both coordinated very well, seamlessly with great rapport. Those who didn’t know might think you had rehearsed before."
Song Yinyin nodded and said, "Actually, that song is one that my mom and I often played together. When I heard he wanted to play that four-hand duet with me, I was surprised."