Chapter 2004 - The real mother
The 99th Divorce
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Shen Manting smiled awkwardly and uttered, âMrs. He...â
That familiar voice...
Mrs. He stared at Shen Manting incredulously for a long time and stuttered, âCome in, Miss.â
âMissâ...
That title sounded grating to her ears!
Shen Manting didnât know what to feel at the moment. She bit her lip and followed Shen Luoâan inside.
Aunt Zhang was cradling the infant and coaxing him gently. She was surprised to see Mrs. He walk in with an unknown woman trailing behind Shen Luoâan. She asked casually, âWho is this?â
âThe childâs mother,â Shen Luoâan answered in a low voice. His tone was rather dismissive.
Aunt Zhangâs eyelid twitched. She couldnât help taking a second glance at Shen Manting.
Wasnât the childâs mother dead?
How could she be dead when she, a living, breathing woman, was standing right before their very eyes?
But she did not dare to wonder aloud. All she did was nod politely in greeting.
Shen Luoâan walked over to her and picked up the infant.
The infant had evidently been crying. His round, dark eyes were moist with tears and a long eyelash was stuck to his eye.
Shen Luoâan noticed it and tried to remove it.
Shen Manting couldnât help commenting, âHeâs grown so much.â
âIndeed,â Shen Luoâan replied and glanced at her coolly. âIf you were to be so heartless as to delay visiting him, he would have grown much more by the time you decide to come and see him.â
He said it plainly and candidly, but his words made Shen Mantingâs cheeks burn.
Mrs. He and the servant were looking at her, yet he didnât even spare her the slightest bit of dignity.
Shen Manting reached out for the infant in silence. Her cheeks were tinged with a faint crimson hue. She gazed down at the infantâs small, tender face.
He looked adorable.
He was at least two or three times heavier than he was two months ago.
He didnât look like a three-month-old infant at all. If someone told her that he was four or five months old, she would have believed it.
Shen Manting smiled as she caressed the infantâs delicate face fondly.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âTake a seat. Arenât you tired of standing?â Shen Luoâan sat down on the sofa and commanded, âPrepare a bottle of milk, Aunt Zhang.â
âComing right up!â Aunt Zhang obeyed and walked away hastily, pulling Mrs. He along with her.
âWhatâs happening?â asked Aunt Zhang.
Mrs. He glanced around and whispered, âJust do your work. Weâre in no position to poke our noses into our masterâs private affairs. Anyway, that woman is the infantâs mother.â
âHis biological mother?â
âWho else?â
âBut why did Master claim sheâs dead? Sheâs alive and well. She looks beautiful.â
Mrs. He turned to cast a quick glance at the living room and said, âWell, itâs a long and complicated story. Go and prepare the milk and Iâll make some tea.â
She refused to reveal any more details. Aunt Zhang was annoyed by Mrs. Heâs tight-lipped secrecy and murmured, âThe couple must have ended up in a quarrel. Who could stand Masterâs bad temper?â
âMind your own business!â
Mrs. He couldnât stand her. She made some tea and headed out.
Shen Luoâan and Shen Manting were sitting on the sofa across from each other.
Shen Manting was holding her baby in her arms, smiling contentedly.
The infant seemed to recognize her well. He broke into a grin, his pink, tender gums showing. He was almost drooling.
When Mrs. He saw this scene, she couldnât help thinking to herself: Sheâs indeed the infantâs real mother. No matter how hard they tried to pacify him, he had never grinned this joyfully!
She served the tea and said, âMaster, Miss, have some tea.â