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I was startled and hurriedly asked her, "Why? Does he know?"
Mina shook her head and said, "Anyway, I didn't say anything, but he's such a smart person. You've been in Yunnan for so many days, and he knows what's happening there from a thousand miles away. Not to mention that he's been right under your nose every day. As long as you haven't been with another man, that child must be his; even this fool would think of that."
"But he misunderstood me and Su Qian before."
Even though I said that, I was almost convinced by Mina's words.
Xiao Minxing was not only smart but also ruthless when he was determined about something. When he returned from Yunnan, he told me that he had someone following me, which is how he knew nothing happened between us there.
Now, if he suddenly claims the child is someone else's, doesn't he have ways to find out the truth?
I always believed that if he knew the child was his, he wouldn't divorce me. That's why I inferred from today's outcome that he must believe what I said back then.
However, Mina thought differently from me. Perhaps because she was an outsider, she saw things more clearly.
"That guy has too many thoughts. Otherwise, he wouldn't have settled in Haicheng Commercial District so well in such a short time. Anyway, I think he definitely knows something. As for why he didn't divorce at first but later did, only he knows."
After saying this, she suddenly sat up straight and said, "Actually, I'm quite curious. Why don't you go ask him?"
I immediately shook my head and said, "Forget it; I don't want to court disaster. Those past events weren't pleasant. What if I don't get any answers and end up angering him? I'd really regret it."
Mina sat back down on the sofa and looked at me strangely for a moment before asking, "Have you ever seen his medical records? I just can't believe that someone like him would have mental issues. Could it be that he's just saying it casually?"
I didn't need to think about this matter and directly countered Mina's question: "Then why would he casually bring it up? If he really had some purpose behind it, shouldn't more people know? But that's not the case; he's kept it hidden from everyone—even his family doesn't know. If I hadn't kept pressing him for answers, he wouldn't have intended to tell me the truth."
In matters like this, only the person involved truly knows. So after guessing for a long time without any results, we finally had to give up.
Mina helped me make lunch here. After eating, she took a nap and left in the afternoon.
I spent the entire afternoon drawing; my arm felt a bit stiff. By ten in the evening, I changed my clothes, grabbed my bag, and went out to buy some things while having dinner outside.
As soon as I stepped out of the Community, a black Audi pulled up in front of me, and a person got out of the car. It turned out to be the one who had followed Ye Guang before.
He was quite polite and bowed slightly, saying, “Miss Qiu, Mrs. Ye would like to see you.”
Given my previous experience, when I heard the words Mrs. Ye, I took a step back and said to him, “I have something to do, so I won’t go. Besides, there’s nothing much to say to her.”
The Bodyguard patiently replied, “She is concerned about Ye Guang’s situation. You know he hasn’t been well mentally, and he has been sick recently, so it’s understandable that Mrs. Ye is anxious.”
Ye Guang is actually sick; this was quite unexpected. However, I really didn’t want to meet his mother.
The Bodyguard, having probably been with Ye Guang for a long time and knowing his temperament, plus having seen us together, seemed to understand me somewhat. He continued, “She’s on the second floor of the café just ahead. It’s just a few questions; you don’t need to be nervous. If you’re really worried, you can bring a friend along.”
If it were noon, I could have asked Mina to come with me, but now that she’s gone, where could I find another friend?
After thinking it over, a café is definitely better than the last place I went to. If it really comes down to it, I can just shout for help; they seem like people who care about their reputation and probably wouldn’t do anything to me.
I followed him to the café. When we reached the Entrance, the Bodyguard stopped and quietly said, “You can go up now; the room at the very back on the second floor is it.”
This café is quite large for the area; there are many people on the first floor, especially at this time on a weekend during meal hours, with lots of men and women sitting in the lobby.
The second floor was quieter but still had quite a few people. The difference was that there were some small private rooms on the second floor.
Most of these rooms faced the windows, allowing a view outside while preventing others from seeing inside.
I knocked on the door of the room at the very back and indeed heard Ye Guang’s mother’s voice.
Her appearance was similar to last time, but her complexion was poor. Especially upon seeing me, her expression darkened without a hint of a smile.
I wasn’t there to appease her with smiles either; without even taking a seat, I stood and asked, “Mrs. Ye, what is it? Please speak directly; I have things to do.”
She glanced at me sideways without beating around the bush: “How did you get to know Ye Guang?”
“We both study painting at the same Studio, so we got acquainted.”
Mrs. Ye was clearly dissatisfied with this answer and said in a direct tone, "I know him best; he never initiates conversation. If you hadn't approached him first, he wouldn't have reached out to you."
I honestly couldn't remember who spoke to whom first, but as Ye Guang's mother, her comments about her own son made me feel somewhat uncomfortable.
So I replied, "Alright, even if I did speak to him first, isn't it normal for classmates to greet each other? What's the problem with that?"
At this point, she also stood up, her height similar to mine, and looked me in the eye: "What's the problem? You're still asking me this? I want to ask you what your intentions are."
I was completely baffled. If I weren't desperately trying to suppress my emotions, I would have snapped at her. But thinking it over, I couldn't let it slide either, so I countered, "What do you think my intentions are?"
Mrs. Ye squinted her heavily made-up eyes, gathering the powder at the corners, revealing deep wrinkles underneath.
She didn't look old at all, and her figure was well-maintained, so when those wrinkles appeared, it was quite shocking and hard to believe they were real.
However, her words reminded me that the saying "appearance reflects one's heart" might indeed hold some truth.
"Did you already know about our family?" Mrs. Ye asked.
I shook my head directly and quickly replied, "I really didn't know. And after meeting you, my interest has faded. I only see Ye Guang as a classmate and think his drawings are great; that's all."
Seeing her still standing there without moving, I continued, " Mrs. Ye, there's something I'd like to advise you: if you truly are Ye Guang's biological mother, I hope you would spend more time with your son instead of worrying about someone insignificant like me. He probably isn't as bad as you think, and not everyone can learn about your family through him."
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