Chapter 41 (1/2)

Ling Sheng was also clueless about the identity of the child’s father.

Xiao Qi had been born on the seventh day of the first month of the lunar year. That was why he had been named Xiao Qi.[1]

Her mother, when alive, had been the one taking care of Xiao Qi until the day she’d had an accident and lost her life. At that point in time, Xiao Qi had only been two years old.

As a two-year-old child, he had already learned how to observe other people’s expressions and mood and had been able to help her as long as the task at hand was within his capabilities.

When she was not at home, he would cook noodles for himself.

Half a year ago, Xiao Qi had suddenly fallen ill and his high fever had refused to subside.

Even after she’d spent all her money on check-ups at town, district, and city hospitals, the cause of the illness had not been identified.

The provincial doctor had recommended that she visit the best pediatric hospital in the capital, as this could perhaps save Xiao Qi’s life.

She had taken out a slip of paper she had found in her mother’s remaining items.

On the paper had been the name of her biological father, Huo Ci, as well as a phone number.

She had rung the number and found Huo Ci.

It was after finding Huo Ci that she had realized Huo Ci had not known her mother at all.

The mother who had raised her had been her foster mother.

She was not only a fatherless child born twenty-odd years ago, but she might also have been clueless about her biological mother’s identity in the past.

When Ling Sheng had reached the capital, she had gone to Huo Ci’s studio for the first time.

The studio was located in a building with lots of design elements on Jin Mansion Street, which was an expensive area.

It also had eight stories. Compared to the squarish, forty-to-fifty-story commercial buildings surrounding it from every corner, it was indeed attractive.

This building was the property of the Huo Family, but Huo Ci had demanded it from the Old Master and made it his studio.

Zhou Zhou led her directly to Mei Xuelin’s office.

Mei Xuelin was not in. Instead, a beauty in a red tight-fitting long dress was sitting inside, exuding refined sophistication. She did not look up when she heard the knock on the door.