Then Xia Qianchen realized that Xiaobao was an illegitimate child and the family forced Mr. Jiang to get married, but he had no idea of getting married, so he found a surrogate mother to get married for a fake marriage. The rest of Xiaobao was just for the sake of getting a job.
After getting the old man, the woman was sent away by him...
But as Xiaobao grew up and understood the meaning of the word "mother", he became melancholy and puzzled, why he didn't have a mother.
Xia Qianchen suddenly felt pity for this motherless child.
When she turned around and looked at her pitiful gaze, she immediately understood something.
"Did he treat me as his mother?"
"Maybe." Mr. Jiang's voice was meaningful.
...
That night.
Xia Qianchen told Xiaobao stories as usual, established a good relationship with him, and asked him quietly and tentatively: "Xiaobao, why didn't you see your mother?"
When Xiaobao heard this, he immediately looked at him sensitively, his big eyes flashing with sparkling light.
"Will you introduce your mother to me tomorrow?"
Xiaobao shook his head, wiped his eyes with his hands, and drooped his little head with a little sadness.
"Why don't you know me? Don't you like aunties?"
"No, mom." He grabbed Xia Qianchen's hand, "You are mom..."
Xia Qianchen was shocked: "Xiaobao thinks, I am like your mother?"
Xiaobao nodded vigorously.
Why do he recognize so many women?
"I look very similar to your mom?"
Xiaobao shook his head: "I don't know."
Yes, his mother was sent away as soon as he was born, and he probably had never seen her before.
"Then tell my aunt why it's good."
Xiaobao thought for a long time before slowly saying, "The most beautiful."
"Um?"
"Dad said that mom is the most beautiful woman."
"..." Xia Qianchen pinched his little face, "You are still so young, can you tell what ugly and beautiful are?"
Xiaobao didn't say anything, but plunged into her arms and arched around her like a spoiled person.
Xia Qianchen is a mother, and her heart is strangely soft. She hugged him gently and patted his back...
She also wanted to be his mother, but she was powerless.
That day, Xia Qianchen stayed in the castle. She had no place to go for the moment, but she didn't want to stay for a long time and was even more afraid that she would stay with Xiaobao for a long time. She fell in love with this little cutie and couldn't bear to leave.
She played with Xiaobao all day, and after coaxing Xiaobao to fall asleep in the afternoon, she finally took the time to draw a sketch.
"Mr. Jiang."
When Mr. Jiang came back for dinner in the evening, Xia Qianchen called him in the aisle: "I have something to ask for your help."
Mr. Jiang paused slightly, and he smiled faintly and said, "It just so happens that I have something to bother Miss Xia."
"What's up?"
"Miss Xia, please tell me first."
"I want to find someone. Can you use your power to help me?" Xia Qianchen handed him Xia Qianyu's sketch.
The assistant behind him immediately took it over and put it away.
Mr. Jiang put his hands in his pocket and smiled gently, "I will do my best to answer Miss Xia's affairs and give you a reply as soon as possible."
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang," she said after a moment of silence, "Then Mr. Jiang wants to bother me?"
Mr. Jiang's eyes were deeper: "A few days will be my father's sixty-year-old birthday."
That is the 60th birthday of the old man.
Xia Qianchen had a vague premonition about what Mr. Jiang wanted her to help.
"If Miss Xia had time that day, could she lend me a day?"
"Is it a mother who pretends to be Xiaobao?" Xia Qianchen spoke bluntly.
Mr. Jiang smiled faintly: "Miss Xia Bingxue is smart."
"It's not good. I'm not Xiaobao's mother after all. If I were mistakenly recognized...will it be very troublesome?" Xia Qianchen refused, "Can't you come to Xiaobao's mother?"
"She's dead."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, I didn't mean it..."
Mr. Jiang reached out and made a stop gesture: "I respect Miss Xia's choice and don't make things difficult for you."
Xia Qianchen's voice was clicking.
Mr. Jiang picked up the sketch paper and expanded: "Is this the person you are looking for?"
"Yes, he is my brother, his name is..."
"Qianyu."
Xia Qianchen widened his eyes in shock: "You know him, you know?"
Mr. Jiang wrote back the sketch: "It's him, you have a good foundation in painting."
"You really know him, have you ever seen him?"
“We are cheap.”
When did Xia Qianyu meet such a person with such a status and a friend? Why didn’t she know anything?
Mr. Jiang said readily: "I know where he is, but the place is winding like a maze. It takes some time to find him. Please give me a few days."
Where is the winding and circling like a maze? What is Xia Qianyu doing there?
Many questions wanted to be lifted out, but Xia Qianchen held back: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang."
"You're welcome." Mr. Jiang put away the drawing paper and said, "Miss Xia has such a good painting skills. If you really want to thank me, you might as well take the time to draw a sketch for me."
He said in a half-joking tone.
Xia Qianchen was stunned and smiled politely: "No problem."
"Then I'll trouble Miss Xia." He nodded to the person behind him and was about to leave.
Xia Qianchen looked at his back and suddenly called him: "Mr. Jiang, I will have time these days."
The tall figure stood.
"Miss Xia doesn't have to make things difficult for herself."
"There is nothing to be embarrassed about, it's just a helping hand. Just treat it as a reward for saving me out of the sea this time, and I should also help you."
Mr. Jiang nodded and said, "Xiaobao likes you very much, and he will definitely cooperate with you if you help him."
"I know."
"Miss Xia is here."
Xia Qianchen just doesn’t like the kindness he owe others.
Moreover, if Mr. Jiang really helped her find Xia Qianyu this time, he would have helped her a lot.
After dinner, she sat by the window and painted.
But when I lifted the pen, I always felt empty-headed. Every time I closed my eyes, what I had floated up was like Nangong Shaodi.
She had not had many opportunities to meet Mr. Jiang, and she did not have a very reliable memory of his appearance.
And there is no image of Mr. Jiang in this castle.
Xia Qianchen tried to draw a few pictures, and the effects were all very similar to those of Emperor Nangong Shaodi.
When he thought of Nangong Shaodi, and even when he thought of Nangong Li, various complex emotions followed one after another, and Xia Qianchen became irritable and uneasy.
In desperation, the servant asked the servant to find a photo of Mr. Jiang.