No divorce! Mr. Lu knelt down and coaxed him every night.

Your surname is Shen?

Mrs. Chu looked at Meng Yan and said, "It seems to be that Shen Cishu."

She hugged her child, feeling very sad.

Meng Yan thought for a moment and said, "If you don't want to see him, I'll go and talk to him for you."

Mrs. Chu said, "You can't escape the fate of the child. Since he knows that the child is with me, he will definitely come over often if I don't see him. It's better to meet him today."

Mrs. Chu called the servant in and asked them to bring Shen Cishu to the small hall to meet her.

Let the servant do it.

Mrs. Chu changed her clothes, and A'dai also changed into new clothes. This was the first time A'dai saw her unscrupulous father.

Mrs. Chu said to Meng Yan, "Please step away! I know you don't want to see him."

Meng Yan smiled lightly.

In the courtyard on the first floor.

Shen Cishu was sitting in the car, and the servant came over to greet him: "Mr. Shen, our wife wants you to meet in the small flower hall on the second floor. Mr. Shen, please come this way."

When Shen Cishu got out of the car, he looked at a black Rolls-Royce nearby. He recognized the license plate of the car. It was Qiao Shiyan's car...

So, Meng Yan is here.

Shen Cishu felt a little complicated, but he quickly calmed himself down and followed the servant up the stairs.

Everywhere you go, it's beautiful.

The layout is very thoughtful.

Not to mention the second floor, which was covered with thick English carpets to prevent babies from falling... When Shen Cishu walked into the small flower hall, he could only smell a strong fragrance, which should be the scent of Mrs. Chu's perfumed powder.

Shen Cishu stared at Mrs. Chu.

I saw Mrs. Chu holding a baby in her arms.

Fair and tender skin, black eyes and a pointed little chin.

Very beautiful.

She looks a bit like him, but more like her biological mother Lin Mo Nong.

Shen Cishu walked straight over and stopped one step away. After hesitating for a moment, he gently stroked the baby's delicate face. When he touched the warm skin, his eyes became hot.

He thought of Lin Mo Nong's cold little box.

The woman is gone, but she left behind a real child, their flesh and blood.

Shen Cishu burst into tears.

Adai opened her eyes wide and waved her little arms as she looked at the person in front of her. The little baby, who was only a few months old, had no idea that the person in front of her was her biological father, let alone those dark things.

She just looked on curiously.

Shen Cishu asked softly: "Can I hug her?"

Mrs. Chu handed the child to him.

Shen Cishu held the baby in his arms, buried his face in the child's neck, and smelled the faint scent of milk on her body. He seemed to be able to smell a trace of Lin Mo Nong's lingering scent, the last trace of her in this world.

"Is she well behaved? Does she usually eat a lot?"

Shen Cishu's voice was low and choked with sobs.

Mrs. Chu sighed softly, "The child is very well behaved, but she cries at night because she misses her mother! No matter how well I do, I can never be as good as her biological mother."

Hearing this, Shen Cishu became dejected.

He killed Lin Mo Nong, so he had no face to live, but it would take courage for him to seek death.

Besides, he wants to atone for his sins...

Mrs. Chu was afraid that he would snatch the child away, and she said that she would do her best to take care of her: "Since I have adopted her, I will treat her wholeheartedly and will not let her suffer any grievances. She will grow up in abundant love and material things."

Shen Cishu naturally knew what she was thinking.

He put his face close to Ada and whispered, "I'll leave the child to you."

Mrs. Chu felt that this was wrong.

It seems to mean entrusting an orphan to someone else.

She hesitated, and Shen Cishu asked in a low voice: "I don't know her name yet."

Mrs. Chu said quickly, "She's called Adai. It's a name her mother gave her. But she hasn't been registered yet. But please rest assured, I will definitely give her a respectable surname and won't let her suffer."

Shen Cishu recognized her; she was Chu Zhixia's ex-wife.

Meng Yan could entrust Adai to her, so she must be someone he could trust, and he had nothing to worry about... Besides, he was so heartbroken now, how could he take good care of a baby? He didn't even know how to explain her mother's death to her when she grew up.

In an instant, Shen Cishu's mind had a place to go.

But he remained calm.

He just held the child reluctantly, caressing her little face gently, looking at her tender face, searching for a part that belonged to Lin Mo Nong...

After about five or six minutes, Shen Cishu returned the child to Mrs. Chu.

He took out a jade pendant and carefully hung it around Adai's small neck. His voice choked a little when he spoke: "This is something her mother left behind."

Then, he gave Mrs. Chu the key to the small villa in City C.

Mrs. Chu took it silently.

Just as she was about to say something, Shen Cishu had already turned around and walked out of the small flower hall. He was wearing a dark gray coat, but his back was still too thin...

As we went downstairs, the window in the middle of the stairs let in light and shadow.

It reflects the appearance of the boy back then.

Shen Cishu went downstairs and got into the car. When he raised his eyes, he saw Meng Yan on the terrace on the second floor... She stared at him quietly, with no joy or sadness in her eyes.

Shen Cishu looked at her.

It was not until his eyes began to ache that he smiled faintly and lightly stepped on the accelerator.

He did not return to Shen's house.

He drove the car to the foot of the mountain. He sat in the car and called his secretary, asking her to do a few things for him. He asked the secretary to divide his personal property into three parts and give them to Shen Chen, Shen Xi and A Dai respectively.

The secretary didn't dare to ask who Adai was.

Shen Cishu only asked the money and property to be delivered to Meng Yan.

"Mr. Shen."

The secretary was suspicious. She wanted to ask more, but Shen Cishu had already hung up the phone.

It was dusk in the mountains.

Shen Cishu took off his expensive watch and luxury brand coat, and he also abandoned his car. He walked towards the mountain wearing only a light grey sweater and shirt...

There is a temple on the top of the mountain.

He would atone there for the rest of his life.

He walked for three hours to reach the top of the mountain, where he knelt before the gods and Buddhas to confess his sins...

In the morning, the big bell in the temple rang.

Remote and long.

Shen Cishu knelt on the mat, his black hair falling to the ground, piling up into three thousand worries.

The temple entrance,

Mrs. Shen held onto the red-painted pillar and screamed in fear, "Resign!"

Shen Cishu looked up,

His face was very calm, and he told Mrs. Shen: "I am very comfortable!"

Mrs. Shen's lips kept trembling.

She wanted to step forward, but in the end, under Shen Cishu's calm gaze, she knelt down dejectedly.

She smiled through her tears.

The dictionary says: He is very comfortable...