Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!
Chapter 41: Childhood Memories
CHAPTER 41: CHAPTER 41: CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
Because she didn’t have a name, the children in the orphanage liked to call her "Hey, hey, hey."
At that time, Ye Xinluo was still young and didn’t understand much, so she just let them be.
Over time, the kids got used to calling her that, and Ye Xinluo’s personality changed a lot. At one point, she even had mild depression.
During those days, she resented, she hated, detested her biological parents, not understanding why they brought her into the world only to abandon her here.
With a severely twisted mind, her personality became increasingly strange; she didn’t like talking to others, nor did she enjoy playing with other children.
She would hide in her room alone all day without coming out, though some children, bolder ones, would greet her, only to be scared away by Ye Xinluo.
Those few kids ran to the teacher, frightened, to complain.
The teachers at the orphanage were afraid she might do something drastic and tried to counsel her, but all attempts were ineffective.
In the end, without any other option, they just left her alone.
It wasn’t until one day when the orphanage changed principals that Ye Xinluo’s situation improved.
The new principal was a middle-aged woman, with a kind face and a gentle manner toward people.
After hearing about Ye Xinluo’s situation, she intentionally took her to her own home.
She held little Ye Xinluo in her arms, looking at her with a friendly smile.
"Little one, what’s your name?"
Initially, Ye Xinluo didn’t plan to respond. The two of them were at an impasse for a while.
Perhaps because the principal’s voice was too gentle or perhaps because her gaze was too kindly.
Slowly, Ye Xinluo wasn’t as scared anymore. She stared at the principal for a long time and then timidly spoke up.
"I don’t have a name."
"No name?" the principal asked in confusion. How could someone not have a name?
"Then how about I give you one?"
It’s not feasible to not have a name; you can’t always be called "Hey." That would be very impolite.
"Can you?" Little Ye Xinluo stared at the principal’s face for a long time, somewhat incredulous that she could one day have a name of her own.
"Of course, it’s possible."
"Hmm, since you don’t know who your parents are, how about calling me mom from now on?" the principal suggested.
Her husband had passed away several years ago, and she had no children. She had taken a liking to Ye Xinluo at first sight.
Thinking this little one was quite pitiful, having no family so young, and she herself, without children.
It would be just right to let this little one call her mom. It would give her someone to rely on and fulfill her own dream as well.
"Really?" she asked, looking incredulously at the principal.
"Yes."
"I have the surname Ye, so why don’t you take my surname too, and since you’re so adorable, let’s call you Xinluo. How about that?"
After speaking, the principal smiled, looking at the little one in her arms.
"Okay." Ye Xinluo nodded repeatedly, tears glistening in her eyes.
"I have a name now, I have a mom now, and I won’t be bullied by the kids anymore."
"I have a mom."
Seeing the excited little one, the principal couldn’t help but smile along with her.
...
After this, Ye Xinluo’s personality slowly began to change. She no longer stayed silent like before.
On the contrary, she now not only spoke to the other kids but also played with them. Of course, all of this was thanks to the principal.
The principal treated Ye Xinluo very well, like her own daughter. Ye Xinluo listened to her very earnestly. She cherished this hard-won family bond dearly.
The principal completed the adoption process, registered Ye Xinluo’s household, and sent her to school.
Just like that, Ye Xinluo became her daughter. Because the principal worked at the orphanage, Ye Xinluo often stayed there.
After school, she would help out. The orphanage’s teachers liked her as well. The kids’ perception of her changed too. They wouldn’t bully her like before.
Ye Xinluo thought that meeting the principal mom was the biggest fortune in her life.
It was as if she had exhausted all her luck to meet such a wonderful person.
...
Until one day later.
At that time, Ye Xinluo had just given birth to Jingxi and was still in postpartum recovery.
Gong Shaoyu’s bodyguard brought a message. A message from the homeland.
The principal mom had been diagnosed with stomach cancer and passed away.
Upon hearing this news, Ye Xinluo fainted immediately.
When she woke up the next day, she grabbed Gong Shaoyu’s sleeve. "You’re lying to me, right? It can’t be true; the principal mom can’t be dead. I don’t believe it."
Gong Shaoyu looked at the emotionally distraught Ye Xinluo, unsure how to console her.
"Xinluo, may she rest in peace."
...
This news nearly crushed Ye Xinluo completely. She went several days without eating anything.
Gong Shaoyu, worried something might happen to her, tried to persuade her but to no avail. He could only bring the newborn Jingxi to her.
"Xinluo, you can’t be this depressed. What about the little one if you are like this?
Jingxi isn’t even a month old yet; he still needs someone to care for him. He’s already lost his father; do you want him to lose his mother too?
Do you want Jingxi to follow in your footsteps?"
Gong Shaoyu urged earnestly. He knew about Ye Xinluo’s situation, including her days at the orphanage.
Therefore, he didn’t want Jingxi to be without love like Ye Xinluo once was.
Ye Xinluo did not respond, just stared blankly at the ceiling, ignoring his words.
"Xinluo, he’s your son, the son you brought into the world with such hardship.
You left your hometown for him, gave birth to Jingxi in a foreign land so he wouldn’t suffer, is that why?"
Maybe because Gong Shaoyu’s words got through, or maybe it was the motherly instinct.
Ye Xinluo’s eyes gradually focused. She glanced at the little one in his hands, then reached out to hold him.
At that moment, Jingxi was sleeping, his fingers still in his mouth.
She reached out to touch the little one, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face. It’s unclear how long she wept, but she only stopped when she was too tired to cry anymore.
Gong Shaoyu stood by without saying anything. Only after she had cried herself out did he take the little one from her arms and help her lie down.
"Get some rest now."
Holding the little one, he left the room. He knew Ye Xinluo needed time; she needed to figure things out for herself.
Ye Xinluo lay in bed for a long time without feeling sleepy. She got out of bed and walked to the balcony.
The servants downstairs were busy with their tasks.
The Gong Family’s villa was located halfway up the hill, a vast estate.
To the south of the estate was a sea of pink roses that Gong Shaoyu had people plant for her.
Ye Xinluo loved roses, especially pink ones. Once Gong Shaoyu knew, he had the roses planted in the southern open space.
It was quite a distance from the villa, but as soon as Ye Xinluo opened the window, she could see them.