Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me Chapter 613

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Chapter 613 - Using Mother Feng's Painting to Move Hetun

His intuition told him: Feng Xinglang should not be dead.

When the Hetun had kidnapped him and his son Linnuo back then, it was for the sole purpose of letting Linnuo grow up and fight against Feng Xinglang, his biological father and son. She and her son had always been a bargaining chip Hetun used against Feng Xinglang.

But now, the objective of the Hetun was obviously not achieved. Because not only did his fifteen foster son s not kill his own biological father, they even created an image of a deep father and son love!

Of course the Hetun had to be angry!

And if Feng Xinglang was killed or his corpse destroyed, that would not be able to solve the hatred in Hetun's heart!

Therefore, Feng Xinglang should still be alive. Because the Hetun didn't want him to die that quickly.

Could it be that Feng Xinglang was sent to the Pater Castle along with his son, Linnuo?

It was very possible!

Xueluo thought about his son's description of the 'big sister' that looked like him.

Maybe it was because he had been through too much Mother Mimi, Xueluo would often sneakily paint pictures of his father, Feng Xinglang, so the little guy had a very good understanding of other people's appearances.

If the wax sculpture was truly Feng Xinglang's mother, then it proved that Hetun truly loved and doted on Feng Xinglang's mother.

Xueluo couldn't help but think back to the rosewood box that Feng Lixin had given him to keep in his storage. There was a half-painted portrait in it. Now that he thought about it, Xueluo felt that the portrait looked extremely similar to the Hetun.

He had once thought that he had failed.

It should be the Hetun without a doubt.

What kind of relations.h.i.+p did the Hetun and Feng Xinglang's mother have back then?

But then … How did Feng mama become the love of Mount Fengyi?

Could it be that Feng Yishan was like his son, Feng Xinglang, a bad guy who made women fall in love with him at first sight?

But the problem was: The Hetun was even worse than Feng Yishan …

Maybe when Hetun and Feng Xinglang's mother first dated, she was that kind of warm man!

Xueluo's mind was truly in a mess. Her heart was so twisted that it was full of holes. Even breathing was painful and depressing for her.

He walked aimlessly amidst the hustle and bustle. Without his son Linnuo, he didn't have a direction to go.

Xueluo knew that the Hetun could do cruel things that could separate mother and son, but she still believed that the Hetun would not harm her son Linnuo.

When he thought that it was highly likely that it was Xing Old Xing who had brought his son back to Pater Castle, Xueluo felt slightly more at ease. At least he had saved Xing Ba's life back then as well. Presumably, he wouldn't make things too difficult for his son Linnuo.

What Xueluo was worried about was: What if his son Linnuo decided to continuously make things difficult for Xing Ba?

I can imagine. If the little guy couldn't see him, he would definitely cause a ruckus.

His heart, which had finally calmed down with great difficulty, became messy again.

Shallow Water Bay was currently in a mess, Xueluo was already unable to return. The key thing was that his son Linnuo was no longer there. Therefore, to Xueluo, the Shallow Water Bay had lost the meaning of wanting to return.

Where else could he go?

Alright, whenever Xueluo had no one to rely on and was drifting about, she would always think of the orphanage, Princ.i.p.al Chi, and Yuan Duoduo.

Right, it's been over a month. Has Duoduo gone home yet?

suddenly thought of something. That rosewood box, wasn't it still at Yuan Duoduo's place?

With a goal in mind, waiting would at least make things less torturous.

Xueluo rushed over to where Yuan Duoduo was.

It was three in the morning. He entered the residential complex through the gate.

Xueluo did not want to disturb the citizens, and did not want to disturb Yuan Duoduo who might have already returned. After walking back and forth in the hallway for a few minutes, Xueluo still rang the doorbell. Seven or eight times when no one replied, Yuan Duoduo should still be not back yet.

Thinking about the key that he stuffed into the milk box in the aunty's house next door before he left, Xueluo felt troubled. It was only three or four in the morning. It was too impolite to wake the old auntie up and rest.

He sat down on the footpad outside Yuan Duoduo's house, thinking to knock on the door of the old aunt's room next door when it was day. He had just sat down, and after sitting for two or three minutes, the cold aura on the cold brick forced his way over.

After considering it for a while, Xueluo still knocked on the door of the old lady's house next door with an extremely apologetic tone.

The old auntie did not scold and apologize to Xueluo. She told Xueluo: Yuan Duoduo is still not back yet. Only a few of her colleagues from the dance training center came to see her.

Opening Yuan Duoduo's small house, Xueluo vaguely remembered that it was the same look he had when he left after sweeping. Yuan Duoduo had indeed never come back.

Xueluo's heart was in pain. His family and friends had all left him ….

Xueluo really did not know who he should blame for all of this tragic thing that had happened to him.

She silently sat on the sofa for a while, and after thinking about it for a bit, Xueluo, who had pa.s.sed her sleepiness, was unable to fall asleep anyways. She then started to look for the rosewood box in Yuan Duoduo's room.

She came to Yuan Duoduo's place a few times to look for it. Either she was distracted by other things, or Yuan Duoduo could not remember where she put the purple sandalwood box.

Yuan Duoduo's small house wasn't big, it only had a practical area of thirty to forty square meters. It shouldn't be difficult to find a purple sandalwood box that wasn't really that small.

Thus, Xueluo started to search for a purple sandalwood box in Yuan Duoduo's small house.

Xueluo believed in Yuan Duoduo. She said that she would put away the wooden box for her, so she must have put it away. Even if she was left behind somewhere, after so many years, she couldn't remember where.

But even after spending more than an hour, Xueluo was still unable to find the rosewood box. Not even a wooden box could be found, let alone a rosewood box. Apart from the shoe boxes, there were also some iron boxes containing candy and chocolate.

After drinking more than half a cup of hot water, Xueluo began to speculate: with Yuan Duoduo's uninhibited and uninhibited att.i.tude, as well as her serious and responsible personality, where could she possibly have rolled out her dorm room for?

He heard Yuan Duoduo mention that before she bought this small apartment, she seemed to have moved several times …

In the small apartment now, there were no longer any traces of the objects and clues left behind when he first went to college.

If he were Yuan Duoduo, after moving his house one or two times, he would definitely find an unmoving place to store those things that he did not normally use but he did not want to part with them.

Thus, Xueluo thought of the welfare inst.i.tute.

It was indeed a good place to keep things you didn't want to leave behind.

It was four or five in the morning. Xueluo who was very tired did not rush to the orphanage, but decided to rest for a while.

By the way, how should I use that portrait of my mother to move the Hetun …