313: C313 There Was No Other Young Master

C313 There Was No Other Young Master

Hai Xiaomin drank and joked with Dali while packing her luggage.

After not seeing her for a few months, Dali's English had improved a lot compared to before. When Hai Xiaomin mentioned this, Dali shyly stroke the brown curly hair by her ear, "Thanks to Haier helping me. It was also my first time coming to the United States. Language is indeed a big obstacle. Fortunately everyone here treats me very well. I feel very homesick here."

Haier was Uncle Jiu's grandson.

It was indeed not easy for a woman who went to a foreign country alone to find a sense of belonging. Hai Xiaomin remembered that she had come to the United States and had Ling Yao by her side. Without a doubt, she was lucky.

She folded her clothes and planned to put the suitcase under the bed. At that moment, she realized that there was something under the bed.

She took it out to take a look. It was a photo album with a leather cover.

Hai Xiaomin blew a breath and a thick layer of dust immediately rose up. She choked and waved her hand. This photo album had clearly been sealed under the bed for many years.

Strange, why was there an album under the bed?

With the curiosity in her heart, she opened the album and the first thing she saw was... It was a photo of a young couple.

In the photo, the husband was a handsome man from the United States. He had short brown hair, and his facial features were deep. He was wearing an elegant white suit, but his wife was a beautiful Eastern woman. She had beautiful black hair, and her obsidian eyes were shining. Her skin was fairer than the average Asian, and she wore a dignified and elegant hollow white dress.

Her husband was holding her wife behind him, and the sweetness in their eyes could be easily read through even though they were separated by a photo album.

"This is..." Dali unknowingly came over, "I know who they are! They are the young master's parents. There are their wedding photos in the corridor outside!"

Hai Xiaomin was stunned, Ling Yao's biological parents?

Although she had thought of this possibility earlier, when she heard it with her own ears, she was still a little surprised. She had to admit that the genes of Nazhi family were so powerful that it was abnormal!

Everyone in the family had good looks, and the genes of their mothers were obviously even more amazing. It could be seen from Ling Yao's appearance that he was closer to the people of the east.

However, this album should be very precious, right? Why would it be casually thrown under the bed?

Hai Xiaomin was suspicious and continued to read.

Flipping another page, it should be a photo after marriage. Ling Yao's parents were holding babies and having a picnic in the garden. It was not hard to tell that the background was outside this small castle.

It was a very harmonious and warm scene. What attracted Hai Xiaomin's attention was that in the photo, there were two babies about the same size. Ling Yao's parents each carried one in their arms.

Ling Yao also had a brother. He had once mentioned a little about this brother. Ling Yao had even mentioned less about this brother than his parents and grandfather. Now looking at the size of the baby in the picture, it seemed to be a pair of twins.

"Dali, do you know the other brother of the young master?" Hai Xiaomin looked up and asked. Although Dali had not been in the United States for a long time, but at least she had stayed in this small castle for a period of time. She should know some inside information.

Dali stared at the photo and frowned, "Strange..."

"What is the matter?"

" There has always been only one young master! " Dali did not understand.

Only one young master?

Hai Xiaomin was puzzled, "How could it be? He should have another brother who grew up here. Didn't Uncle Jiu mention it to you?"

Dali scratched her head and thought about it carefully before shaking her head. "No, Uncle Jiu never mentioned that there was another young master to me."

"How is that possible?"

Dali thought for a while and confirmed, "young madem, if you don't believe me, you can look at the photos in the corridor. There are only three young masters in all the photos, and there is no second young master."

... "" Hai Xiaomin was stunned. This result was out of her expectations but the photos were conclusive evidence. The only possibility was that something happened to the other boy midway so the traces on the surface were erased.

Since Dali did not know about it, she could only wait for Ling Yao to come back and ask.1

"young madem, your luggage has been packed. I will take you to the castle to take a look." Dali said.

"Okay." Hai Xiaomin raised a bright and beautiful smile and closed the album. The rest could wait till she came back.

After walking around the castle with Dali, Hai Xiaomin saw the pictures on the wall. Some were photos, some were oil paintings, there were self-portraits of the owner of the castle. Of course, there were also famous paintings made by masters, but in those self-portraits, there was really no trace of another little boy!

When they returned to the bedroom, Ling Yao had already returned. He was sitting on the side of the bed, looking down at a certain place in a daze.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, Hai Xiaomin was sensitive to the cold air. The atmosphere was not right. Ling Yao was at a position where the sunlight could not reach. There seemed to be a thick layer of haze surrounding him. It made people feel suffocated.

What was going on?

He went out for a while. Why did his mood change so much?

Was it related to the topic Uncle Jiu was talking about?

Hai Xiaomin walked over quietly and only spoke softly when she was close to him. "Ling Yao."

Her clear and pleasant voice was like a gentle breeze that blew past the bamboo forest's leaves. Ling Yao had always liked to hear Hai Xiaomin use this kind of tone to call his name. As long as he heard it, he would subconsciously be in a good mood.

But this time it was useless.

He did not raise his head. His low and deep voice carried a bone-piercing coldness as it attacked. "Who gave you this album?"

"Hm?" Hai Xiaomin lowered her head to take a look and only then did she realize that he was staring intently at the old album that she previously placed beside the bed.

"Did you read it?" Ling Yao raised his head. He had a handsome face. His lips were pursed and his eyes were as sharp as knives. It was as if he was going to kill someone with just one look.

Hai Xiaomin's heart trembled when she saw his eyes. The sound in her throat was stuck. This was the first time she had seen such a terrifying gaze on him, as if he was looking at her as an enemy!

Why? Just because of this album?

"It wasn't given by someone, I accidentally found it under the bed." Not sure of the source of his abnormality, Hai Xiaomin stubbornly pursed her lips and stood on the spot with one arm crossed. She replied without batting an eyelid.

Hearing this answer, Ling Yao's taut facial muscles instantly eased up. Was it because his nerves were too sensitive?

Hai Xiaomin did not miss this detail. Indeed, the problem was in this album. The difference between what others gave and what she found was just that big?

Ling Yao rubbed between his eyebrows. His spine seemed to have been pulled out in an instant. A pair of slender arms just happened to hug him at this moment. Hai Xiaomin knelt on one knee on the bed and gently hugged Ling Yao. "Ling Yao, what happened to you?"

Ling Yao did not make a sound. He spread his arms and locked Hai Xiaomin's soft waist. He brought her along and fell on the bed, greedily feeling the warmth from her body.

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