CHAPTER 755: CHAPTER 730: WEARING A GREEN HAT

Song Mohuan looked at this place, it was Song Moting’s home.

Song Moting and the others had also bought a courtyard house next to their grandparents’.

Little Nuomi was playing with the blocks on the table.

Seeing Song Mohuan and Song Moting, the little one wobbled over to Song Moting.

The little one was still unsteady on her feet, but extremely smart, speaking early.

"Baba!"

The words were unclear, but this child had been growing up in the Song family for more than a year, she really considered Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao her parents.

Song Moting picked up Little Nuomi.

"Little Nuomi, did you take a nap today?"

Maybe because it was the two of them who brought this child back, the child was especially attached to them.

Since eight months old, she could call them mom and dad, and every night she wanted to sleep with Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting.

Sometimes, their twin daughters Tuantuan and Yuanyuan would be quite jealous, saying their parents were too partial to their little sister.

Often, Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting would each hold a child and explain the situation to them.

But everyone loved Little Nuomi very much.

It was truly a blessing in disguise.

"I already napped!"

Little Nuomi was very obedient, and it was unclear whether she felt her identity or if she was naturally sensitive to many things, but from a young age, Little Nuomi was very considerate of adults.

She didn’t make a fuss or throw tantrums, adorable and well-behaved, obedient and sensible.

It seemed that Little Nuomi was afraid of not being loved by her parents.

This insecurity seemed to be ingrained in her bones.

Jiang Xiaoxiao often gave this child extra care because Little Nuomi resembled a smaller version of herself.

An even more pitiful version of herself.

She couldn’t help but love her.

This was probably a psychological compensation.

Song Moting hugged Little Nuomi tightly, kissing her little face, "Little girl, you’re lying to dad again, I asked the nanny. The nanny said you haven’t napped today. Go to sleep, and when you wake up, daddy will take you to see mommy."

Little Nuomi stuck out her tongue, "Daddy, I’ll be good, I’ll go sleep now."

The little girl wrapped her soft arms around Song Moting’s neck, smearing her saliva on his face as she slid off his knee and joyfully ran into her room.

"Daddy, I’ve covered myself and am going to sleep."

Song Moting laughed, standing at the door, indeed, the little girl had obediently taken off her shoes and got under the covers, lying there with her eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttering on her face.

"Little girl, after you wake up, I’ll take you to see mommy."

Song Moting closed the door, and the moment he did, Little Nuomi opened her eyes.

Her eyes were dark, seemingly fathomless.

Hearing Song Moting’s footsteps leaving, Little Nuomi closed her eyes again.

Song Mohuan sat somewhat bored in the living room.

Earlier, seeing the interaction between Little Nuomi and Song Moting, he felt quite emotional.

Estimating by time, if his own daughter born then were around, she’d be about the same age as Little Nuomi.

She should also be able to wrap her soft arms around his neck, coquettishly calling him dad.

But that child just vanished.

Seeing Song Moting, his discontent reached its peak.

What does Song Moting mean by this?

Is he intentionally trying to provoke me?

Knowing my daughter was lost, he purposely adopted a child around the same age as her, and deliberately acts so affectionately with this child in front of me.

This second brother has fallen to such a point now.

Does he need to use such childish methods to provoke me?

"Second brother, if you have something to say, just say it quickly. I don’t have time to sit here with you all day. Besides, we aren’t some close brothers. You can’t stand me since we were young, and I can’t stand you. Why bother putting on a show of brotherhood for others?"

Song Moting looked steadily at Song Mohuan.

"Have you not noticed who Little Nuomi resembles?"

Song Moting’s words surprised Song Mohuan.

"How would I know who she resembles? She’s your daughter, she must look like her biological parents, don’t you know who her biological parents are?"

What a puzzling question, asking who Little Nuomi resembles?

How would he know who Little Nuomi looks like?

Seeing the interaction between Song Moting and Little Nuomi earlier, he was already too sour to care about whom Little Nuomi resembled.

"This report is for you."

Song Moting retrieved a file from his study and tossed it in front of Song Mohuan.

Out of nowhere, Song Mohuan felt an aversion to this report.

He didn’t know what he would see, but instinctively felt it might not be something good.

It must be very detrimental to him.

"Second brother, if you want to say something, just say it out loud, stop being so mysterious, I don’t want to see this."

He adamantly refused to open that file.

"If you don’t want to see it, I’ll open it. In here are two paternity test reports."

Song Moting took them out, splitting the files into two and laying them in front of Song Mohuan.

Song Mohuan was startled, paternity test reports?

That’s the famous DNA technology nowadays. He’s a hospital doctor, how could he not know about it.

"Second brother, just say whatever you need to clearly, your mysterious approach leaves me clueless about what you want to say or express."

Song Moting looked at Song Mohuan.

"Little Nuomi is Fang Xiaohui’s daughter."

The words almost made Song Mohuan jump in shock, suddenly recalling the soft, delicate little girl from earlier, his heart tendered immediately, so that’s his daughter.

But then anger surged; his daughter, now in Song Moting’s embrace, calling him dad.

His daughter went missing, could it be that Song Moting was behind it all along?

"Second brother, what do you mean? Did you secretly take my daughter from our house? What are you trying to do? Are our grudges so deep that you’d go as far as to abduct my child to raise as your own, and have her call you dad? Are you crazy?"

Song Mohuan was furious.

Song Moting shook his head; Song Mohuan was still the same as before, not thinking things through. Didn’t he notice the problem in what he said?

Why would I say Little Nuomi is Fang Xiaohui’s daughter, but not say she’s your daughter?

"This paternity report indicates Little Nuomi is not your daughter."

Fine, this bomb had to be dropped anyway.

So just drop it directly, and give Song Mohuan a thunderous shock.

"Second brother, you must be joking; how can I believe you? You said... you said what?"

Song Mohuan was stunned.

Only now did he realize what Song Moting had said, Little Nuomi is Fang Xiaohui’s daughter, but not his.

Meaning Fang Xiaohui cuckolded him.