"Boss Shen, shall we go?"

The assistant turned around and asked.

The man didn't answer and just looked out the window quietly.

after a long time.

"Let's go."

Shen Shian spoke calmly, revealing a level of fatigue he had never felt before.

What should he ask Song Qingyu?

Ask her why she allowed a man to come into her home openly after only knowing him for less than a month?

think carefully.

He didn't seem to have any right to question.

The Porsche quickly disappeared.

Song Qingyu also lowered the curtain, feeling indescribably complicated.

Shen Shian must have misunderstood the relationship between her and Chi Moyan.

fair enough.

Lest the two of them continue to be entangled.

night.

Song Qingyu received a call from Jiang Minya, asking her to go back.

I thought about it.

She drove back anyway.

When she arrived at the Shen family, Aunt Wang greeted her as she entered the house: "Miss, Madam has been in a bad mood these past few days, and so has Young Master. What happened to you?"

Mother Wang was worried, fearing that Song Qingyu and Shen Shian would have a quarrel like they did some time ago.

The one who suffered the most was Jiang Min-ya.

"My brother and I are fine. I'm going to go see mom first."

Song Qingyu handed the bag in her hand to Wang Ma and hurried upstairs.

She stood at the door, touched her face, and made sure there was nothing unusual before knocking on the door.

"mom."

"Come in, ahem."

Jiang Minya's voice came mixed with coughing.

Song Qingyu was anxious and opened the door and walked in.

Jiang Min-ya was lying on the bed, wearing pajamas, with a fever-reducing patch on her forehead.

"Mom, why don't you go to the hospital?"

Song Qingyu panicked and took out her phone, "I'll call the doctor, change your clothes quickly, and we'll go to the hospital."

"I dont go."

Jiang Minya waved her hand.

She coughed hard again: "Don't worry, mom just asked you to come back to see you. I'll be relieved to see that you're okay."

This is a very discouraging statement.

Not at all like the usual Kang Min-ah.

Song Qingyu was stunned, put down his phone, sat down on the edge of the bed, and lowered his head to admit his mistake.

"I'm sorry, Mom, for making you worry these days."

"I have nothing to worry about."

Jiang Minya carefully observed Song Qingyu's expression while coughing hard.

"Anyway, you have already recognized someone else as your mother, and you have a mother and a brother. I have also completed what your mother asked me to do, so I will not care about you anymore."

These words were spoken out of anger.

If Song Qingyu still doesn't understand, then she has no brains.

"Who said I recognized someone else as my mother?"

Jiang Min-ya was delighted.

Then he quickly suppressed his complaints, saying, "Don't be afraid that I'll be sad. It's okay. As long as you're doing well, that's all."

"Not really."

Song Qingyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"You have raised me for so many years. Apart from my biological mother, you are my only mother. Aunt Rou is very good to me, but no one can replace you."

These are her true words from the bottom of her heart.

As an adoptive mother, Kang Min-ah is more responsible than anyone else.

When Jiang Min-ya heard her sincere words, her eyes instantly turned red.

"You have a conscience... I won't pretend anymore..."

She took off the fever patch and cried and laughed, "It's all your dad's fault for giving me such a bad idea."

Song Qingyu had already expected that Jiang Minya was pretending.

Seeing her like this, I felt funny and warm at the same time.

"Mom, I won't leave you."

She leaned against Jiang Minya and acted coquettishly, "In the future, I want you to watch me get married and take care of my grandchildren."

When this matter is mentioned.

Jiang Min-ya became anxious again.

"I heard that your aunt Rou has a son, right? Is your aunt Rou planning to..."

Song Qingyu smiled and did not refute.

Jiang Min-ya was speechless now.

His own son was still unaccounted for, and then along came Lin Yixiuan, and then Chi Moyan.

Each one is better than the other.

Should I worry about my son or be happy for my daughter?

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it too much."

Jiang Min-ya finally let it go.

"Being pursued by someone proves that my daughter is excellent. No matter who you are with in the future, mom will support you."

"thanks Mom."

Song Qingyu believed that this was true.

There is no mother who doesn't want to see her child happy.

The mother and daughter talked for a while.

As he was talking, Song Qingyu thought of something.

She pursed her lips and asked hesitantly, "Mom, do you know who my mom's friends were in the past?"

When her biological mother was alive, she had the best relationship with her mother except for Aunt Rou, so perhaps she could find out some clues.

"Your mother..."

Jiang Min-ya didn't notice her abnormality. She sighed, looked at the ceiling and began to ponder.

"She is a very talented girl, but she is very introverted. Every time we wives get together, she never comes out except when I call your mother. Every day, she stays at home painting except for socializing with your father. You have inherited your mother's artistic talent. Your mother will definitely be happy if she knows."

Mentioning besties.

Jiang Min-ya's eyes also turned red.

"It's a pity that she passed away so early. When she died, there were many famous painters in Beijing who came to pay tribute to her, as well as her senior brother... Oh, forget it, I won't say more."

"Senior brother?"

Song Qingyu's eyes lit up.

It feels like there is a clue.

"I don't think I've heard mom mention that."

"Of course I won't mention it. Your mother's senior brother had a weird temper. Two months before your mother passed away, your mother told me that she had a quarrel with him. Forget it, I won't mention it, I won't mention it."

Jiang Min-a looked like she felt unlucky when this person was mentioned.

Instead, it aroused Song Qingyu's curiosity.

She only knew that her mother used to like painting and had joined some painters associations.

But she was busy studying at that time.

I haven't met anyone from her circle either.

"Mom, do you know that man's name?"

She suddenly remembered.

Aunt Rou said before that my mother was not in a good mental state for some time before she passed away.

"Call……"

Jiang Minya thought for a moment and said, "I think his name is Gan Leng. This guy has a weird name and a weird temper."

Sweet cold...

Song Qingyu's pupils suddenly shrank.

People outside the art world may not be familiar with this name.

She was no stranger to this name.

To be precise, anyone who plans to develop in the art world will be familiar with it.

Gan Leng became famous more than ten years ago for a painting of lotus flowers in the rain, and his paintings were highly praised by people in the industry.

Even her mentor, Professor Sun.

They all praised Gan Leng many times.

However, after becoming famous, this person founded his own association and accepted many disciples.

He also produced many painters of some fame.

And he himself is becoming more and more famous. Many wealthy families, as long as their children want to develop in this industry, are proud to invite Gan Leng to be a teacher.

Mom...are you and Gan Leng actually fellow disciples?

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