Chapter 844 - 844 844 Looks Like My Mother (2)

844: Chapter 844: Looks Like My Mother (2) 844: Chapter 844: Looks Like My Mother (2) Yang Ruxin let out a faint, inward sigh.

With their daughter’s mental issues, the Dong Family couple could only find a son-in-law to take over the family business, but their choice was rather poor—they picked a white-eyed…

beast.

Yang Ruxin couldn’t be bothered to watch the man’s performance and turned to leave.

“I’ll see you out,” Dong Wenming said as he heard the movement and came in.

Though he didn’t quite understand what was happening, he didn’t ask.

Meanwhile, Yang Baiyue watched Yang Ruxin’s retreating figure, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes.

“Master Dong, please remain here.” Once outside the room, Yang Ruxin glanced at Dong Wenming.

“I’ll come again next month on time…”

“Lady Xinxin, it’s already noon.

Would you stay for a meal?” Dong Wenming felt today presented an opportunity.

He needed to have a proper talk with her.

Yang Ruxin paused and looked at Dong Wenming.

“Old Master Dong, if it’s about your son-in-law’s illness, don’t worry.

I charge for my medical visits and will certainly do my best…”

“No, it’s about you,” Dong Wenming said with a smile.

“I hope Lady Xinxin won’t refuse.”

Yang Ruxin frowned but, seeing the earnest look in the other’s eyes, suddenly laughed.

“Old Master Dong, that’s quite frightening.

You almost made me misunderstand.”

Dong Wenming was startled, then laughed as well, “Hehe, Xinxin…

May I call you that?”

“As you wish,” Yang Ruxin smiled.

It was just a form of address, after all.

“It will only take up two hours of your time,” Dong Wenming implored, with eyes full of hope.

“All right,” Yang Ruxin nodded, finding herself truly unable to refuse the elderly man who seemed so sincere and cautious.

In fact, it made her somewhat perplexed; she wanted to probe why his attitude towards her was so particular.

In the elegant private room on the second floor of Taibai Building.

“Master Dong, just speak plainly.

I don’t like beating around the bush,” Yang Ruxin said to Dong Wenming, forthright and direct.

“I want to show Xinxin something.” Dong Wenming carefully took out a long, narrow box from his sleeve, opened it, and took out a scroll, which he then unfurled to reveal a somewhat yellowed portrait.

Yang Ruxin glanced at Dong Wenming before turning her attention to the person in the painting, her brow furrowing slightly.

“Looks familiar.” She couldn’t help noticing that the painting skills of this era were so advanced that they could depict someone’s likeness so vividly.

“Hehe.” Dong Wenming didn’t seem surprised by Yang Ruxin’s reaction and once again took something out from his bosom and handed it over.

Yang Ruxin took it and found it to be a mirror, the material of which was unclear, yet it was incredibly clear.

“Xinxin, look again…” Dong Wenming pointed to the smiling woman in the painting.

“Don’t you look alike?

Especially that dimple…”

Only then did Yang Ruxin draw in a sharp breath.

“This…” She really did resemble the woman.

She was taken aback and turned her gaze towards Dong Wenming.

“This is my mother…”

“Cough cough…” Yang Ruxin choked on her saliva.

“Old Master Dong, are you saying that you approached me because I look like your mother?” What a cold joke.

Dong Wenming’s mouth twitched, but he had to nod.

“Indeed.

But don’t get me wrong; I have no ulterior motives.

After all, I’ve been searching for my sister for years…”

Yang Ruxin’s mind raced.

Then her smile abruptly faded.

“Are you saying that I am your niece?” Could Xun Hui be the child of the Dong Family?

If this were true…

then that Yang Baiyue and Dong Ruoqiu…

my god, isn’t that just too melodramatic?