The prince longs for me every night after mastering thought-reading
Chapter 909 - 614: Inquiring about Parents’ Gossip, Losing Composure

Chapter 909: Chapter 614: Inquiring about Parents’ Gossip, Losing Composure

Feng Qingyan had heard the term "grandmother" before and didn’t feel repulsed or uncomfortable with it, especially since the boy in front of her looked exactly like Susu—intelligent, adorable, and very likable.

But she couldn’t respond to him. To do so would be to admit that she was indeed their grandmother.

Susu struggled to climb down from his grandfather and ran over, standing beside Taotao and pointing at Feng Qingyan, "Gugu, she is the grandmother."

Feng Qingyan felt somewhat embarrassed; not only did the two little ones consider her their grandmother, but a certain someone also took her as his wife, and forced her to follow him home—

She had never encountered such a speechless situation in all her life.

Jun Moqing walked over, casting a glance at the two kids who had been staring at Feng Qingyan all along, assuming they must be happy to have another grandmother to spoil them.

He lifted his gaze to Feng Qingyan and reached out to take her hand, "I’ll take you to meet Xiaojiu (Little Nine)."

Feng Qingyan instinctively wanted to struggle, "Let go of me first."

Unfortunately, the man in front of her was frighteningly strong, almost inhuman—

Seeing her frown, Jun Moqing hesitated for a moment before releasing her.

Feng Wuyou walked over leisurely and was stunned for a long while upon seeing the woman beside her father.

Even though she didn’t wear makeup every day, she looked in the mirror daily and knew her own appearance very well; she shared at least eight points of resemblance with the woman in front of her, if not nine.

Could this be the woman whom Susu had mistaken for her mother?

Or could she possibly be her real mother?

When Susu saw Feng Wuyou, she ran over excitedly on her short little legs.

"Mommy, grandma is here," Susu said before taking her hand and walking over.

Feng Wuyou allowed herself to be led passively by her daughter, her gaze fixed on that familiar yet strange face.

Feng Qingyan, hearing Susu’s voice, looked over as well. She wanted to know how similar she looked to Susu’s mother.

When she saw the face resembling her own, she too was shocked for a good while.

The same small face, with eyes and brows that were the most similar.

If she were a bit younger, she could pass as her twin sister without a problem.

It’s no wonder Susu had mistaken her for her mother. Children don’t understand the difference between older and younger; they only recognize the face that resembles their mother’s.

Could she really have such a grown daughter?

Given their resemblance, saying they were mother and daughter wouldn’t be too far-fetched.

Yet she had neither been married nor had any children, so how could she have such a big daughter?

Jun Moqing looked at his daughter, his eyes filled with indulgence: "This is Xiaojiu."

Feng Qingyan spoke in a surprised tone, "They do look very alike."

When Feng Wuyou came over, she first greeted, "Father."

Then turned to look at Feng Qingyan and examined the woman up close. In fact, she looked very young, just not as young as her father.

She began to suspect whether her father had become immortal, his appearance unchanging for a decade—

Jun Moqing added, "Xiaojiu, she is your mother."

Feng Qingyan felt it was necessary to refute this to prevent further misunderstanding.

"Don’t listen to his nonsense, I don’t even know him."

Feng Wuyou stared for a long while, looking at her father doubtfully, "Father, what is going on?"

Jun Moqing explained, "She has lost her memory."

Feng Wuyou suddenly understood, "So that’s it, no wonder Mother doesn’t remember."

Feng Qingyan gave Jun Moqing a glance. His tone was so nonchalant, as if memory loss was a common occurrence.

"Whether I have amnesia, I’m very clear on that."

Jun Moqing didn’t argue but suggested, "Let’s go in for dinner first."

Feng Qingyan: "..."

Feng Wuyou believed her father; if he said the woman was her mother, then she must be.

"Dinner is ready. Let’s eat first, and talk after the meal."

Feng Wuyou’s voice trembled slightly with excitement, hardly noticeable. For so many years, her mother had been absent from her life, and as time went by, she got used to not having a mother around.

When she envied other children having mothers as a child, she would think that she had a father who was exceedingly good to her, sufficient to compensate for the missing maternal love.

Now that her mother had appeared, and she looked so much like her, they say blood is thicker than water—even if she had never met her and lacked her company when meeting again, emotions surged, making her want to cry.

It was only after she turned around, leading Susu and Taotao, that she remembered she hadn’t embraced her mother just now, nor told her how much she actually missed her.

Jun Moqing attempted to take Feng Qingyan’s hand again but she dodged it, casting a glare at him, "Don’t get handsy."

Jun Moqing’s hand hovered midair; with no other choice, he reluctantly withdrew it.