Bai Yan soon left the hotel after confirming Bai Yi Yiâs wellbeing. She had other things to do, however, she didnât make it far before being called out by someone from the back.
âHey beautiful, is it really you?â The voice belongs to a handsome man who directly ran ahead to get in her way.
Stopping in her step at recognizing who it was, Bai Yan pricks her brow in amusement: âYou need something?â
âDidnât you say you were going to come find me oh beautiful? I waited all night and you didnât come. Thank goodness I came searching and found you here. So how is it, do you have a portrait of your son yet?â
Ling Langâs (her cousin) mouth carried the iconic smile that he so commonly used to seduce the other sex, showing how much heâs trying to put on a good image here. Sure, the other side had a son already and he doesnât know sheâs his cousin as well, but being the flirtatious playboy that he was, why shouldnât he go for her when thereâs no mention of a husband? Heck, in this modern age, itâs not uncommon to find a single mother at all, not uncommon at all!
âOh,â Bai Yan actually forgot about the portrait and found herself in a bind, âdo you have a brush in your home? I can draw a portrait of him now.â
If this silly cousin of mine helps then it will be easier to find Xiachen. Why not?
âOf course, we can go to my home. I sent the jade to my grandfather last night and he liked it a lot.â Grinning in the face like a curious little wolf, âI say beautiful, I still havenât gotten your name yet, and where is your husband? I havenât seen anyone with you so far.â
âMy name is Bai Yan,â smiling at the mention of her possessive husband, Bai Yanâs happiness couldnât be hidden. âHe is... um, my husband is not of this world.â
Oblivious to how misleading her own sentence was there, Bai Yan only meant it as Di Cang being in the Celestial Realm right now and not on Earth. However, that sentence had an entirely different meaning for Ling Langâs ear who immediately perked up.
So her husbandâs dead? Itâs not easy for a woman to raise a child on her own, no wonder sheâs struggling to find her son....
Thinking of this, the playboyâs gaze towards Bai Yan now had a hint of pity.
âForgive me Ms. Bai Yan, I shouldnât have mentioned your husband without knowing better. As for your son, I will try my best to help you find him.â
Nodding at that, the lady here didnât think much else of her cousinâs kind words. She and him are relatives so why would blood related family have that kind of thought towards each other? Unfortunately for this woman though, she apparently forgot Ling Lang doesnât know they are cousins and kept thinking of her as an outsider....
Nothing much happened during the following drive towards the manâs home, or at least in the beginning.
Bai Yan was sitting in the passenger seat to rest herself while occasionally nodding to Ling Langâs constant yapping. Then it occurred, a swirling sportscar that came out of nowhere on the road in front of them. Out of reflex, Ling Lang twisted the wheel and hit the break as hard as he could. Unfortunately for the poor guy, its too late and by the time he realizes it, the car had rammed into a nearby pole.
âFuck! Who is driving that car, do they know how to drive?â Jumping out of the vehicle despite the trickling blood down his forehead due to him hitting the windshield, Ling Lang lashes out with vigor in his voice.