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Chapter 436 - Emotionlessness? Is hypocrisy not hypocrisy?
This night was destined to be a tangled one.
Initially, she was conflicted over who the big sister in her son's mouth was. After that, it was not easy for her to fall asleep, but that man called Feng Xinglang started to come out of her dreams non-stop.
Whether it was a cold face, or a handsome face with an evil charm, her dreams were in a mess.
When Xueluo woke up, it was already the morning of the next day. The shining Pater Castle became even more magnificent, comparable to a castle in a fairy tale.
Nuonuo!
Xueluo immediately woke up from his drowsiness. When she was almost rolling and crawling, she heard her son's childish laughter coming from the lawn outside the Pater Castle.
Xueluo immediately opened the window and saw the little guy playing football with Hetun and the others. Presumably, the Old Four was being toyed with again, and was holding on to the pain of the fall, all sorts of grievances were being forced to the side.
Xueluo couldn't help but think of Xing San. The man who threw them a life buoy at sea!
If it weren't for the life buoy, they would have already been buried in the icy cold sea water.
But where did Xing San go? Would he be executed secretly by the Hetun?
For someone like the Hetun, who could not even tolerate sand in his eyes, it was hard to say if Xing San was dead or alive!
Xueluo thought about it for an entire night. It seemed that there was only one explanation that fit the "big sister" his son spoke of and the "adopted mother" Xing Shi'er spoke of.
That was it: in the dark room where only the candles were lit, a waxwork of clothes stood motionless. And the wax statue's appearance, was exactly the same as Feng Xinglang's mother when she was young! That's why the little guy called her 'big sister' and said she looked like him!
In fact, it was not strange at all: Feng Xinglang looked very much like his mother, and his son, Linnuo, looked very much like Feng Xinglang.
Simply put: a grandson who looks like his grandmother!
If his guess was right, then this meant that for the past twenty odd years, the Hetun had always been accompanying Feng Xinglang's mother, the wax statue?
What kind of infatuation was this?
Xueluo really couldn't understand what had happened between him and Feng Xinglang's mother, Hetun, and Feng Yishan when Feng Xinglang was young. But just based on the infatuation Hetun had towards her, Feng Xinglang's mother should have been moved!
Xueluo thought about the painting Feng Xinglang's mother left him.
Now, Xueluo was sure that the drawing was of Hetun!
It was a pity that the painting was far away in Shen City's dormitory.
It had already been five years, would that rosewood box be lost by the next batch of junior sisters? Or did he accept it?
Xueluo felt that the rosewood box was most likely at Yuan Duoduo's place. If he still hadn't returned to school by the time he graduated, Yuan Duoduo would have definitely packed up his salutations.
Would it be possible to send it to the Feng Family? Please don't! If he gave it to Butler Mo or the Nanny An, it would be fine. But Xueluo did not want Feng Xinglang's mother's things to land in Lan Youyou's hands, it would be terrible!
Just by thinking about it, he knew that after he went missing, Lan Youyou must have returned to the Feng Family!
Even if Feng Xinglang was slightly immune to that woman, Feng Family s and First Young Master s were completely immune to her!
Furthermore, at the last crucial moment, Lan Youyou was able to let him go, knowing that it was enough for her to atone for her deeds.
Thinking about it, it made sense: In these five years, if Xueluo did not come to rescue the mother and son pair from the Pater Castle, then it would be too hypocritical.
However, after Xueluo eagerly waited for five years, in the end, not even a trace of Feng Xinglang could be seen.
Actually, Lan Youyou was the person who was most likely to know about the matter of him being brought back to the Pater Castle! But Lan Youyou would definitely not tell Feng Xinglang!
Allowing the mother and child to disappear was what Lan Youyou wanted to see the most.
If Feng Xinglang was really with Lan Youyou, that's right!
How could an outstanding man like Feng Xinglang watch over her for five years? There was no need to even think about it!
If they were married, they would have their own children by now.
Marry?
It seemed that Feng Xinglang and he had not divorced.
Does it matter? It is not to say that a person whose whereabouts have been unknown for more than two years may apply to the court for a declaration of disappearance. If his whereabouts are unknown for more than 4 years, he may apply to a court for a declaration of death.
He had been missing for five years. That was enough for him to be sentenced to death!
Besides, that man is so powerful, isn't it easy to get a divorce certificate? It was as easy as getting a marriage certificate with her.
Alright, Lin Xueluo, you are so cheap again, aren't you?
Since you want to draw a clear line between you and that man, why are you still talking so much nonsense all day long?
Emotionlessly? Is hypocrisy not hypocrisy? Scoundrel, not a scoundrel?
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After breakfast, Hetun brought Old Four, Old Five and the others out.
Something big must be going on, or else he wouldn't have brought three foster son s along with him at the same time. Old Eighth was not one of them.
Xueluo was actually quite curious. In front of Xing San, there should still be a boss and a second brother right? What about Old Sixth? And the Old Nine? Ten, eleven? Are they all dead? Xueluo did not know, that Old Nine had already been killed by Cong Gang!
After Hetun left, Xueluo carried his son into his embrace. During the night when he didn't see the little thing, Xueluo couldn't bear to think about it.
The little guy was also generous and wiped saliva off Xueluo's face.
It was as if Xueluo not only smelled the sweat on his son's body, but also smelled the thick smell of cigar smoke.
"Tell Mommy: What did your godfather say to that beautiful Big Sister last night in that dark house?"
If it was a wax figure, of course, it wouldn't speak. But Hetun can speak to the wax statue!
Therefore, Xueluo asked his son Linnuo from a different angle.
The little guy tilted his head as he thought about it. In the end, he still shook his head. "Sigh, the bird language that foster father speaks is really difficult to understand."
But Xueluo was able to understand his son's' bird language '. It was actually French.
"But my foster father cried towards that big sister …"
The little fellow pouted, looking like he cared about his foster father Hetun dearly.
"Your foster father cried at that big sister?"
Xueluo was startled: He never thought that a cruel and bloodthirsty person like Hetun would cry for a woman.
It seemed that asking what the emotions in this world were could make even a formidable person shed tears as well.
Since Feng Xinglang's mother was the most beloved woman in the Hetun's heart, why did he still want to kill all of her sons?
There was only one reason: Feng Xinglang must have been born from a relationship between Feng Yishan and his mother! That was why Hetun chased after him in embarrassment and anger!
"Nuonuo, can you take Mommy to see that big sister?"