Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 419 - 420: Song Xiaodong’s Doubt

Chapter 419: Chapter 420: Song Xiaodong’s Doubt

Song Xiaodong and Feng Kexin exchanged phone numbers and then went straight home. Perhaps they were a bit worn out from playing, and they hadn’t slept well the night before, so Miao Qingqing and the others all went back to their rooms early.

When Song Xiaodong returned to his room, Miao Qingqing was sitting on the bed with her laptop on her legs and said, "Did you have a good time with Shen Yue?"

Song Xiaodong smiled and replied, "I went with him to a charity event at the school and just donated some money." After saying this, he started to rummage through his belongings.

"Hey, what are you looking for?" Miao Qingqing asked, puzzled.

Song Xiaodong took everything out of his bedside cabinet and said, "I’m looking for a black round token with a dragon engraved on it. I remember putting it in the bedside cabinet."

Miao Qingqing rolled her eyes at him and said, "When I moved in, didn’t I reorganize everything? All those little things of yours, I put them in the study next door."

Song Xiaodong immediately jumped up and said, "Then I’ll go look there."

"Hey, you jerk, you’ve made such a mess, and you’re not going to clean it up?" Miao Qingqing called out, but Song Xiaodong had already dashed away without a trace, prompting her to shake her head. Song Xiaodong seemed to have the same affliction as many men: when it came to the small things at home, they would never be neatly organized.

While Song Xiaodong was searching in the study, Song Xiaoru heard the noise and walked in, saying, "What are you doing? Don’t mess things up. Tell me what you’re looking for, because if you start a commotion, I’ll never be able to find anything again."

Song Xiaodong stopped and said, "I want to find that black round token."

"Black round token?" Song Xiaoru thought for a moment and said, "You mean the one we found at the bottom of the box in the old house?"

"Yes, exactly that one," Song Xiaodong nodded repeatedly.

Song Xiaoru immediately found it in a drawer and handed it to Song Xiaodong, asking, "What’s gotten into you to suddenly remember this thing late at night?"

Song Xiaodong grinned and replied, "I just suddenly remembered it. It’s quite a nice-looking piece, and I just wanted to play with it."

"You really are bored. If there’s nothing else, I’m going to sleep now. I didn’t sleep well last night and I’m so tired," Song Xiaoru said with a yawn and turned to leave.

Song Xiaodong didn’t go out immediately but sat down in the chair by the desk and picked up an album from the bookshelf, slowly flipping through it.

Inside were many photos of his parents. In the past, when Song Xiaodong looked at these photos, he simply thought of his parents. But this time, he looked closely at the appearances of his family members.

When Song Xiaodong’s parents passed away, they were only in their early thirties, neither young nor old, but certainly in their prime. His father was handsome, his mother quite pretty, and Song Xiaoru had inherited the best features of both. Her eyes were as charming as her mother’s, her nose as lofty as her father’s, and her mouth resembled her mother’s. In short, all the good features of her parents were reflected in Song Xiaoru.

However, as Song Xiaodong looked at his own photo on his phone, he couldn’t seem to find any resemblance to his parents no matter how hard he looked.

Song Xiaodong had never given it much thought before. People often joked that he had inherited all of his parents’ flaws. Even Song Xiaoru had said that, and at the time, Song Xiaodong had cheerfully told Song Xiaoru that she had nabbed all the good traits, leaving him with only the flaws to grab.

But today, after the conversation with Feng Kexin, Song Xiaodong suddenly felt it was quite possible that he wasn’t his parents’ child.

Apart from appearance, Song Xiaoru had also said to him a few days ago that if she was hiding anything from him, he shouldn’t blame her when the time came.

Now, what else could Song Xiaoru be hiding from him? If it were a trivial matter, even if it were a significant fault, Song Xiaodong was sure he wouldn’t blame her, and would instead protect her. It was only this matter of his origin that Song Xiaoru couldn’t tell him, the only thing she feared he would blame her for.

As Song Xiaodong put two and two together, he realized there were also other incidents that could be connected. For instance, when Third Aunt was talking to Song Xiaoru and saw him coming, she immediately changed the topic. It was clear she didn’t want him to hear, and afterwards, Song Xiaoru never brought it up again.

Song Xiaodong’s heart suddenly became very chaotic. If he really was adopted, then where did he come from? Who were his biological parents? Could it really have something to do with that round token?

"No! I shouldn’t think like this. How could I possibly be adopted? I remember how good my parents were to me when I was younger, and Sister always took such good care of me. If I was adopted, how could she care for me so much?"

But no matter how Song Xiaodong tried to reassure himself, the idea of being adopted had suddenly taken root in his heart and started to sprout, impossible to eradicate.

"What’s wrong?" Miao Qingqing had come in at some point, but Song Xiaodong hadn’t noticed until she stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders.

"Nothing, I was just suddenly missing my deceased parents," Song Xiaodong said weakly.

Miao Xuanxuan let out a soft sigh and said, "It’s been so long since they passed, and you’re still thinking of them. You’re truly filial. Ah, it’s also been over a month since my dad passed away."

"Heh, let’s not talk about these sad things. It’s getting late; I’m going to take a shower." Song Xiaodong put down the photo album, then stood up.

"Go ahead. I’ve prepared your underwear for you; just head straight to the bathroom."

Song Xiaodong agreed with a sound and went directly to the bathroom. Miao Qingqing, although a young lady of status, surprisingly showed some attentiveness in life, at the very least preparing change of clothes for Song Xiaodong.

Yet today, Miao Qingqing felt that Song Xiaodong was clearly a bit off. After lying in bed for about ten minutes and still feeling uneasy, she got up and entered Song Xiaoru’s bedroom.

"Sister Xiaoru, I feel something’s not right with Dongzi today," Miao Qingqing climbed into bed, lying beside Song Xiaoru.

"What’s wrong?" Song Xiaoru asked.

"He was looking at the photo album just now, then said he missed our parents. I’ve never seen him like this before."

Song Xiaoru suddenly felt a pang in her heart and hurriedly asked, "What else did he say to you?"

"Sister Xiaoru, what’s this... " Seeing Song Xiaoru’s strong reaction, Miao Qingqing was also startled.

There was a twitch at the corner of Song Xiaoru’s mouth as she said, "It seems Dongzi has almost figured it out."

"What is it?" Miao Qingqing was even more perplexed but clearly felt that it must be something significant.

"Ah! Dongzi, he..." Song Xiaoru hesitated, then decided to reveal the truth after all, as it was something they would have to face sooner or later.