CHAPTER 122: CHAPTER 122: BEWILDERING AND MYSTERIOUS

Song Juan’s eyes were confused, her expression dazed, as she tried desperately to recall the man’s face, but she couldn’t remember anything. Because she wanted so much to see the man’s face clearly, her brain was stimulated, her head was wracked with sharp pain, it felt like it was going to split open.

Song Juan frowned painfully, clutching her head with both hands, "I can’t remember."

Xia Mian didn’t seem surprised by this outcome.

That woman once said that her biological father came from the Divine Clan.

If what the woman said was true, then her parents’ love was destined to be divided by an insurmountable chasm!

Her biological father leaving, Song Juan forgetting those memories, it’s likely all the work of the Divine Clan!

Xia Mian gently lowered her gaze, "Can’t remember, then don’t try to remember."

Xia Mian’s voice was soft, Song Juan propped up her head, a hint of apology appeared on her face, "Mianmian, I’m sorry, I can’t give you a complete family."

Xia Mian reached out, held Song Juan’s hand, and smiled as she said, "Mom, what are you talking about! I’m already completely satisfied with having you."

As for her biological father, she was already eighteen, but had never met him. To say the feelings ran deep was truly an overstatement.

"Mom, I have some matters to attend to with Mr. Lu, I’ll leave now." Xia Mian stood up and gave Song Juan a slight smile.

She came to the Song Group just to ask Song Juan who her biological father was, but Song Juan couldn’t remember.

She couldn’t bear to watch Song Juan suffer and forcibly demand results.

Song Juan stood up, "Why don’t we have lunch together since you’re here?"

Xia Mian shook her head, "No."

With that, Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan walked out of the lounge.

Song Juan watched Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan leave the company before slowly withdrawing her gaze.

However, there was a lingering sorrow in her eyes that she couldn’t shake off.

Xia Mian asked her about her biological father? Had she heard something? Or did she learn something?

Song Juan raised her hand to cover her chest, always feeling uneasy in her heart.

***

Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan went downstairs and left the Song Group, Lu Zechuan called Hu Lai.

He gave Hu Lai a good scolding, telling him to protect Song Juan properly, how could he let the likes of Jiang Wen into the gates of the Song Group.

Hu Lai, who was constipated in the restroom, found it was even harder to go.

Who could have thought, he just left for a little while and somebody took advantage of the gap. As a bodyguard, does he not even have the freedom to use the restroom...

"Let’s go, have a meal." Lu Zechuan hung up the phone, and when he turned to Xia Mian his tone instantly became especially gentle.

Xia Mian gently smiled, holding Lu Zechuan’s hand as they went down the steps.

At a restaurant with distinguished taste, Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan chose a table in the corner to sit down.

After they sat down for a short while, someone approached them.

Lu Zechuan raised his head and was slightly surprised, "Aunt Ding!"

Ding Lan smiled slightly and sat across from Lu Zechuan, "Ah Chuan, what a coincidence."

Lu Zechuan’s dark eyes shimmered, "Yes, what a coincidence!"

This place was near the Song Group, far from Ding Lan’s handmade clothing shop, where she usually stayed. Why did she appear here today?

"Ah Chuan, you seem a little off-color, haven’t rested well recently?" Ding Lan smiled, raising her hand to pour herself a cup of tea.

Ding Lan carried an aura of nobility with her, her gestures exuded an air of grandeur, elegance ingrained to her core.

This trait was very much like the woman they encountered in the cemetery.

Xia Mian took a cup of tea, lowered her head, and gently sipped.

Chrysanthemum tea, very fragrant.

"Aunt Ding, why are you here?" Lu Zechuan folded his hands, resting them on the table, his gaze calmly scanned Aunt Ding’s face.

Aunt Ding was of similar age to his mother, yet over the years, Aunt Ding’s face showed no trace of time, still having fair skin and exquisite features.

Her maintenance was truly remarkable!

Ding Lan slightly lifted her eyelids and looked at Lu Zechuan with a smile, "Ah Chuan, I went to the Lu Family to deliver flowers to your grandmother, heard that Shen Man died?"

Lu Zechuan’s eyes slightly darkened, "Yes."

Ding Lan lightly raised her eyebrows, her expression carried more mockery, "How did she die, so young..."

Lu Zechuan glanced at Ding Lan, slowly speaking, "Aunt Ding, isn’t it meaningless to discuss these things?"

Ding Lan was friends with Shen Xiang, and after Shen Xiang’s death, Shen Man openly married into the Lu Family, replacing Shen Xiang.

Ding Lan should only hold hatred towards Shen Man, it’s impossible for her to have any sympathy!

"Ah Chuan." Ding Lan’s smile faded from her face, "I came to find you today because I have something to tell you."

Lu Zechuan narrowed his eyes, "Please say it, Aunt Ding."

Ding Lan lightly tapped her fingers on a pot of green plants on the table, and before Lu Zechuan’s eyes, the pot of greenery instantly grew twice as large!

"Aunt Ding..." Lu Zechuan’s eyes darkened, looking at Ding Lan with increased surprise.

"Ah Chuan, don’t panic." Ding Lan smiled, "I, like your mother, also possess such superpowers that can rejuvenate the withered."

Xia Mian gently squinted her eyes, her gaze scrutinizingly landing on Ding Lan.

At the clothing shop before, she had met Ding Lan, and at that time she felt Ding Lan was somewhat odd, but couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was odd.

Hu Lai previously tracked out of Beijing, saying he saw Ding Lan in Northern Sichuan, she and Lu Zechuan thought Hu Lai was talking nonsense.

But it seems now, if Ding Lan truly isn’t ordinary, then it’s not impossible.

Ding Lan had these superpowers, but she neither revealed them to Lu Zechuan early nor later, choosing to mention them after Shen Man’s death, what intentions was she harboring?

"So what? Does Aunt Ding know my mom’s identity?" Lu Zechuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixated on Ding Lan.

"Yes, I know your mother’s identity, and also know your identity." Shen Man looked at Lu Zechuan with profound, complicated eyes.

"Ah Chuan, your mother’s identity is beyond precious, only due to some accident, she wandered into the mortal realm, facing such disasters." Ding Lan sighed lightly, "The Lu Family isn’t your real home."

Lu Zechuan’s eyes suddenly tightened, and he looked at Ding Lan with increased caution, "What do you mean?!"

He had lived in the Lu Family for twenty years, though Lu Zhenqing wasn’t kind to him, his grandmother was sincere!

Now, Ding Lan was telling him, the Lu Family where he lived for twenty years, wasn’t his real home?

"Ah Chuan, Aunt Ding already knows," Ding Lan smiled at him, "Your superpowers have begun to awaken, given a little more time, you’ll discover just how strong your capabilities are..."

"You are not truly the young master of the Lu Family, nor does your grandmother love you as she appears. Ah Chuan, be cautious, those who harm you may not necessarily be your enemies." Ding Lan said quietly, and slowly stood up, "If you trust me, be more cautious; if you don’t trust me, just pretend I never appeared today."