CHAPTER 649: CHAPTER 383: CAR ACCIDENT / TURNING POINT

"She died 13 years ago, how could there be any recent news of her?"

As Luo Lian’s words hit like a thunderbolt, Qiao Aimin’s expression of anticipation quickly morphed into disbelief. After a moment, he asked faintly, "Was her name Luo Nian or Luo Xiang?"

"Luo Nian." Luo Lian lowered her gaze, "Ever since I could remember, mom has been called Luo Nian."

Luo Ye quietly held her hand and squeezed it firmly, such a plan was only to seek justice for a lost soul, thus, it wasn’t excessive!

Qiao Aimin’s expression darkened, "Mom has been called Luo Nian since I can remember," but what about before Luo Lian’s memories?

This Jade Pendant, it uniquely belonged to him, Luo Xiang couldn’t have given it to anyone else unless she met with an accident. Yet, Luo Lian and Luo Xiang looked too alike. Nian, Lian, could it possibly signify being constantly cherished?

At that moment, he almost became certain that Luo Lian was his daughter and finally realized why Luo Xiang came to him two years after his marriage.

He was a responsible man. Seeing Luo Xiang again, his love for her remained strong, but he had no desire to possess her. He wished for her a happy home, a bright future.

Yet, she insistently wanted to be with him, using his sympathy and reluctance, repeatedly asking to see him. And he, who deeply loved her, couldn’t help but wish to always stay by her side.

Thus, on their four-year anniversary, they finally became one. Between a man and a woman, once the defenses are down, the ensuing intimacy naturally follows.

The feeling of intimacy with someone you truly love, that soul-stirring passionate love, was indeed irresistible to him.

However, just when he resolved to confront Lian Qinghua, she suddenly disappeared. He searched desperately for her, while Lian Qinghua just coldly watched, looking on disdainfully until he lost hope, and his life returned to a state of still water.

The month he really spent with Luo Xiang was the happiest time of his life, haunted vividly in his mind even after many years.

For this reason, whenever someone mentioned Luo Xiang, he would feel down for a long time, those memories were too vivid for him to forget.

Old Sir Qiao once said, it was his deep love and sense of duty that led him to be trapped by love his entire life, inevitably entangled forever.

Qiao Aimin’s conflicted and pained expression vividly painted his face, momentarily making Luo Lian feel a bit of recognition for him.

Mother’s vigilance finally held some value; from this man’s expression, it was evident that he truly loved mom, a love that was engraved deeply into his bones.

No wonder mom sacrificed so much for him, keeping his circumstances hidden from her own daughter until death. Now thinking back, how conflicted mom must have been when she handed over the jade pendant?

Wanting her to be recognized yet afraid to trouble that man, ah, the foolish devotion of a woman deeply in love, it’s heartbreakingly foolish.

Qiao Aimin regained his composure and looked at them seriously: "Yiyibu Tea House, shall we go sit there for a while?"

"Okay!" Luo Lian nodded in agreement.

A hint of joy appeared in Qiao Aimin’s eyes: "Wait here for me, I will drive over."

Luo Lian refused: "No need, we also drove here, let’s just meet at the tea house."

"Do you know the way to the tea house?" asked Qiao Aimin apprehensively.

Luo Lian nodded lightly: "Yes."

Luo Ye hesitated for a moment, then looked at Qiao Aimin: "Governor, in your current state, are you sure you can drive?"

"No problem." Qiao Aimin forced a smile at them, then turned and walked towards the parking spot.

"Miss..." Jiujiu, who had been quietly standing behind, hesitated, then said: "Actually, he seems like a good man."

Luo Lian glared at her: "Get in the car."

"I was just thinking of Miss having more people to care about her, worried that if Miss tests him too much, it might affect their future interactions..." Jiujiu murmured, following Luo Ye and Luo Lian into the car. Just as the three of them settled down, a loud "bang!" noise came from nearby.

"Damn!" Luo Ye muttered and quickly pushed the door open to get out.

Sure enough, Qiao Aimin’s car had solidly crashed into a Buick business van parked in front of him. The front bumper of the Buick was severely damaged and drooping, the right headlight completely shattered. It was clear that he had been preoccupied, confusing the accelerator for the brake and lunged forward.