After being abandoned by my parents, I became a top boss

She covered her face and cried, Li Chen just stood there and watched indifferently. He didn't know how to react, the memories of the past were sweeping him wildly.

Those accusations and insults covered the past few decades of his life.

In his memory, Song Ci'an was more cold and irritable. Of course, she had cried like she did today before, but it was never because of him...

He didn't know if it was because they hadn't seen each other for a long time that she hadn't recovered yet. Once she got used to his presence, would she return to her old self?

Li Boyan coaxed her beside him, "Okay, stop crying, let Achen go in first!"

As he spoke, he turned his eyes slightly and noticed the girl standing next to him. He said in a gentle tone, "Xiao Feng is here too?"

This was her second time setting foot in the Li family after many years.

The first time was when she was eleven years old. Achen brought her here once, and they have been together ever since then.

They seldom met each other over the years, and although they later tried hard to invite her to their home, she never came.

They got most of their information about her from newspapers. Occasionally, when they ran into her in the business world or met her at a dinner party, they would say hello to her, so Lu Nanfeng was not a stranger to them.

After hearing what Li Boyan said, Song Ci'an seemed to come back to her senses. She saw the girl next to him clearly and stopped crying. "Xiao Feng is here. I'm sorry that Auntie made a fool of herself."

She hesitated and stepped forward, trying to pull her, but was blocked by Li Chen behind her.

Her hands froze in mid-air, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment. She smiled and said without getting annoyed, "Auntie is being abrupt. Come on, please come in."

As she spoke, she made a gesture of invitation, then stepped forward and began to lead the way.

The group entered the villa. When no one was looking, Lu Nanfeng reached out and held Li Chen's hand, signaling him to rest assured.

Li Chen naturally knew her intention. When he lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes were shining and a warmth rose in his heart.

After sitting down at the dining table that could accommodate more than a dozen people, the servants began to serve the food.

Five people cooked dozens of dishes, each of which looked delicious and comparable to a palace banquet.

Song Ci'an looked at Li Chen and smiled gently, "Ah Chen, over the years, we don't know if your taste has changed, so we prepared a little bit of everything. I hope you like it."

The tone was cautious and somewhat flattering, unlike the way ordinary people get along with each other. Instead, it seemed polite and distant.

"Okay, let's start!"

At Mr. Li's command, everyone picked up the chopsticks on the table and started eating.

Li Chen took a little bit of everything, except the seafood on the table, which he left untouched.

Seeing this, Song Ci'an picked up a piece of Australian lobster and put it on his plate, her eyes emitting a strong maternal glow.

"I'm allergic to seafood." He looked up at Song Ci'an with deep eyes.

Song Ci'an was stunned. Not only her, but also Old Man Li and Li Boyan were stunned.

I seem to remember that this was the case, but Xiaoqian liked seafood at that time, so it was never out of stock at home.

In addition to seafood, there were other Chinese dishes on the table every time, so they didn't deliberately remember this and now they have forgotten it.

Looking at the dozens of dishes on the table, more than a dozen of which were seafood, they felt even more unhappy.

How could they forget even this? What should Achen think?

The atmosphere fell into silence. Lu Nanfeng used chopsticks to pick up the Australian lobster from his plate and put it into his own bowl. A smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "No more."

Li Chen looked at Lu Nanfeng, who was as warm as the sun at this moment, and a warm feeling rose in his heart again. He smiled and continued to pick up food.

Seeing this, the others started to eat.

It took two hours to finish the meal.

Li Chen stood up to say goodbye. Song Ci'an looked reluctant and said, "Can you...stay here? The room upstairs has been cleaned up for you."

"Thank you for your kindness. I'm still used to living alone."

Song Ci'an wanted to ask him to stay, but Old Man Li coughed and said, "Just listen to Achen. If you miss him, ask him to come back every now and then, or go visit him."

Li Boyan also said, "Dad is right. They are not in the same place. It's not easy to meet. Let the child go! Respect his wishes."

Listening to their dissuasion, even though Song Ci'an was reluctant, she couldn't say anything more. She just nodded and looked at Li Chen and said, "Be careful. Come back often when you have time."

"Yes, take care of yourself."

After saying this, he turned around and left with Lu Nanfeng.

Song Ci'an followed them to the door and arranged for a driver to take them back.

As the car drove out of Yuhe Mansion, Li Chen was still feeling uneasy. Lu Nanfeng reached out and held his hand. Their eyes met. She said nothing, but he understood her thoughts.

He held her hand in return, his eyes softening, "Thank you, Xiao Feng'er."

After sending Lu Nanfeng back to the Lu family, the driver took him back to his private residence in Beijing - Mingdu Villa according to the address given by Li Chen.

The car drove into the underground parking garage, Li Chen got out of the car and took the elevator to the 23rd floor.

The elevator door opened, and he paused as he looked at the gold-plated number 2301 on the doorplate. He had not been back to this place for twelve years, and it looked both strange and familiar at this moment.

I entered my fingerprint and the door opened.

He slowly pushed open the door, opened the shoe cabinet, and looked at the pair of pink slippers inside, which were suitable for the feet of girls of eleven or twelve years old, and his memories came back.

Twelve years ago, he sent the girl to the Lu family, and after he came back, he bought this pair of slippers.

When he first brought her here, there were no slippers for her to wear at home, and he promised her that he would buy her a pair of little girl's slippers.

But since then, she has never come here again.

The label on the slippers has not been removed yet and they are still as new as ever.

There is a row of slippers in the shoe cabinet, neatly arranged, mostly gray, except for this pair, which is pink.

Thinking that the girl had grown up, she might not be able to wear these shoes anymore, so he had to buy another pair.

He hooked out a pair of gray slippers with his fingers and put them on. He walked in and passed through the entrance. The green plants in the house were still growing well.

Although he has never come back in these twelve years, the cleaning lady would occasionally come to help look after the house and clean.

After pulling off the white cloth covering the table and sofa, he went to the bedroom again, reached out and grasped the door handle of the master bedroom. When he was about to turn it, he thought of something, let go, and went to the second bedroom.

The girl used to live here.

Looking at the familiar decoration in the house, he remembered that he had promised the girl that he would find a decoration team to redesign the room into a girl's room, but before he had the time to do all this, he had already gone to Yangcheng.