Cen Mo looked perplexed. “Enhance your charisma?”


  “Sir, I have been working for you all along, but the subordinates have been scared of me. No one’s willing to get close to me. I saw that since Little Lu came to our Cen residence, he has been very popular, and everyone likes Little Lu. Hence, I went to consult Little Lu on how to enhance my charisma! Little Lu is my teacher…” Saihand explained to Cen Mo, scratching his ear. “So please stop making wild guesses!”


  Cen Mo looked enlightened as he nodded. He then went back to drinking Song Yao’s soup.

  Although it wasn’t as tasty as the soup the in-house chefs made, what was so precious about it was that it was the fruit of Song Yao’s labor…


  “Taste good?” Song Yao asked.

  Seeing Cen Mo open his mouth to answer, Song Yao quickly said, “I want to hear the truth! Don’t lie to me!”


  Cen Mo nodded, then said truthfully, “So-so…”


  Song Yao was rendered speechless.

  He really spoke truthfully, just as he was told!

  Song Yao sat back in her seat, unhappy. She then heard Cen Mo take another sip and critique her soup with the discerning taste buds of a food critic, saying with his gaze on the chicken soup before him, “When you were brewing the soup, the temperature was too great, so the meat ended up a little tough. When you scooped it out of the pot, you didn’t remove the top layer of oil, so it felt a little greasy. Perhaps because it was your first time, you didn’t add enough salt, resulting in too mild a flavor. Salt is the most important seasoning, and a little bit more or a little bit less will affect the taste of the entire dish or soup! I can understand adding pepper to the soup, but I don’t quite get why you added spicy hot powder…”


  Sitting in her seat, Song Yao was glaring at Cen Mo by now!

  He could have stopped at “so-so,” but instead, he had to go on criticizing it endlessly. What was the meaning of this?

  “But…” At this point, Cen Mo looked up. “Just based on the fact that you put effort into this and made it personally, it wouldn’t be a stretch for me to call it a top delicacy!”


  Song Yao, who was looking sullen up until now, couldn’t help biting her lip and smiling.

  What was this?

  After “whacking” her with a rod so many times… at the end of it, all he gave her was a sweet date?

  But, despite being given the sweet date after so many “whacks”, Song Yao still felt sweet at heart, so what was going on?

  Song Yao watched happily as Cen Mo lowered his head and finished the soup she brewed, not even leaving behind the ingredients.

  Gazing at the smiling Cen Mo, she recalled the matter she was hiding from him and felt conflicted. She had promised Cen Mo she wouldn’t hide anything from him, but she really didn’t know how to tell him about the secret she discovered in his mother’s diary.

  After lunch, Cen Mo had to handle some work, so Song Yao went back to the bedroom, feeling vexed.

  The day she had the heart-to-heart talk with Cen Mo, the clever Cen Mo should have known that Song Yao was hiding something from him. He had been waiting for Song Yao to come clean. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be working all the time instead of accompanying her to sleep at night.

  According to logic, it wasn’t hard to do something like this for Song Yao, but Cen Mo wasn’t a normal person. He had a psychological illness. Song Yao feared it might cause Cen Mo more serious trauma.

  She picked up the phone, planning to ask Lin Nuan for her opinion. It was 1 pm in Morocco now, which meant it was 9 pm in China…


  Lin Nuan should be done with her work by now!

  At the thought of this, Song Yao dialed Lin Nuan’s number.

  Lin Nuan was on the way back right now. She had almost dozed off in the car when she was woken abruptly by the vibration of her phone.

  She had a headache, but when Lin Nuan saw that it was Song Yao’s call, she adjusted her seat and sat up, then answered the call. “Yao Yao…”


  “Nuan Nuan, are you busy now?”


  “I’ve wrapped up work for the day and am on my way back!”


  “I can’t make up my mind on a matter, so I want to discuss it with you!” Song Yao said with a frown, seeming hesitant.

  “Mm, speak away…”


  “Previously, when Cen Mo and I came to Morocco, Cen Mo brought something from home that belonged to his deceased mother, his mother’s diary!” There wasn’t anything Song Yao couldn’t tell Lin Nuan, so she got to the point. “When I was helping to sort out the items, I had no idea that it belonged to his mother. It wasn’t placed properly on the bookshelf and thus fell off. The diary’s lock broke, and something fell out of it. It was the paternity test done when Cen Mo was brought back to the Lu family…”


  At this point, Lin Nuan could guess what was to follow…


  “It indicated that Cen Mo wasn’t a biological son of the Lus!” Song Yao said after some difficulty. “I saw Cen Mo’s mother’s diary. She said… back then, she and her husband had received the news of a child in a welfare center in Alabama in the United States who was of the same age as the child they lost. Although the boy could no longer remember the past, he remembered his surname was Lu! After all, there were very few Chinese people who went missing in the US, so it was a huge coincidence that the boy’s surname was Lu! They happily thought that they had found their son, so they rushed to Alabama in the US…”


  Song Yao spoke slowly, and Lin Nuan listened attentively.

  At that time, Old Master Lu was hospitalized because he was gravely ill from missing his grandson, and Cen Mo’s parents had been estranged since the boy went missing.

  When Old Master Lu heard the news, his condition took a turn for the better immediately. He did all he could, cooperating with the doctor in his treatment, wanting to stay alive to see his grandson!

  Even Old Master Lu and Old Madam Lu were certain that the child was their child. After all, it was indeed too much of a coincidence to find a boy who remembered his surname was Lu, and who was in America no less. It was so coincidental that one wouldn’t suspect it was otherwise.

  Black hair, black eyes, Chinese heritage—the instant Lu Xiangsi’s mother saw Cen Mo, she couldn’t hold back her tears, hugging Cen Mo and sobbing out loud. Since the age and surname matched, next up would be a paternity test.

  All those years, in order to find their missing child, the Lu family had spent too much time and energy!

  Lu Xiangsi’s mother wrote in the diary that the first time she saw Cen Mo, she was surprised when she saw the unyielding gaze and tears in that child’s pure and clean eyes.

  Especially the instant the child saw her. Seeing her, who had the same black hair, black eyes, and Chinese heritage as he did, that child seemed to subconsciously assume that she was his mother. There was a questioning look in his eyes, as well as sadness and yearning!

  Her heart softened.

  Lu Xiangsi’s mother said that she could actually sense that the child wasn’t her biological child. Her biological child was probably not alive anymore, she was just unwilling to say it out loud all those years…


  Although she clearly knew the answer in her heart, Lu Xiangsi’s mother still carried a glimmer of hope and went ahead with the paternity test. Because, what if he truly was her child?

  At that time, the outcome of the paternity test, even in America, would take three days to come out.

  In those three days, the more Lu Xiangsi’s parents interacted with Cen Mo, the more they felt that Cen Mo was a resilient and bright child!

  Especially those eyes of Cen Mo’s—they were so heartbreakingly pretty. He could also take care of his day-to-day living perfectly well, evident by his clothes. His clothes were older and more tattered than those of the other kids at the welfare center, yet they were cleaner.