Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

A tinge of inquiry slipped into Tang Yue’s gaze.

It’s not that he suspected Mo Shiting’s motives for inquiring about this matter, on the contrary, he was even more hopeful that he had a relevant clue.

After all these years, the Tang family had never given up on their search for Tang Tang, their little princess who, unfortunately, had disappeared as though evaporating from the face of the earth and could not be found no matter how hard they tried.

Of course, Mo Shiting did not immediately voice the suspicion in his heart. Casually, he said, “I overheard a conversation between Miss Qin and her daughter.”

“Oh.”

Unable to hide his disappointment, Tang Yue responded with a wry smile, “It seems I overthought it.”

Rarely seen offering help, Mo Shiting proposed, “If you don’t mind, perhaps, I can help.”

Tang Yue swiftly raised his eyes to look at him, obviously taken aback by his offer, but soon, he regained his composure, a smile full of gratitude graced his lips, “Then let me thank you in advance, President Mo.”

After speaking, he promptly opened a drawer, took out an old photo album, and handed it to Mo Shiting. “These are pictures of Tang Tang as a child. She loved to smile and take pictures. Every few days, my sister would take pictures of her as keepsakes. As a result, our house is filled with thick photo albums, each of them filled only with her photos. Unfortunately, they only go up to when she was four and a half.”

At the end of his sentence, Tang Yue’s voice became slightly hoarse and his expression slowly darkened.

Mo Shiting accepted the photo album, and opened the first page.

The photos should have been arranged in chronological order. The first one was of Tang Tang just after she was born, a small bundle, cute as a little angel.

The second, she was a month old, still very small but bearing a slight resemblance to what she would look like when she grows up.

With the third, fourth, fifth…

As Mo Shiting flipped through the pages, the image of Gu Li as a five-year-old became clearer in his mind, gradually overlapping with the girl in the photos.

If there had been any doubts before, at this moment he was absolutely certain: Gu Li was the daughter that the Tang family had lost.

But there was one thing he couldn’t understand.

Since Gu Li’s mother was clearly still alive, why didn’t Gu Yuan let them recognize each other? Even more so, why did he tell Gu Li that her mother had passed away?

Could it be that Gu Yuan was not Gu Li’s biological father, and he also wasn’t aware of Gu Li’s origins?

It seemed he needed to do some research.

His brow furrowing, Mo Shiting’s eyes became thoughtful.

As he handed the photo album back to Tang Yue, Mo Shiting asked, “Can I have a picture of her when she was four?”

“No problem.”

Tang Yue directly gave him a photo of Tang Tang at age four, “I appreciate this.”

The dimensions of the photo were small, perfect for keeping in his wallet.

As he tucked the photo into his wallet, Mo Shiting said, “I’ll let you know if I hear anything.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Tang Yue expressed his heartfelt thanks, although without much hope.

The two men changed the subject and were deep in conversation when, after about half an hour, a servant knocked on the door asking them to join dinner downstairs.

“Let’s go, and let me introduce you to my sister.”

Tang Yue smiled lightly.

Although his encounters with Mo Shiting had been brief so far, he felt an inexplicable affinity toward him, perhaps even a sense of kindred spirit.

Downstairs.

Tang Wan was sitting on the couch with He Meng and her daughter flanking her on either side, making small talk.

“Auntie, guess who came tonight?”

Even though Mo Shiting was always indifferent towards Qin Shurong, she was still thrilled to see him at the Tang family’s residence. This signified that they were getting closer.

Even better, she had already planned to seize the opportunity to give Mo Shiting a ride back to his hotel later.

She had previously arranged for a paparazzo to stake out the Tang family’s house. She just wanted to seize the opportunity to get pictures of her and Mo Shiting together and just use it to build up some publicity.

Even though Mo Shiting was currently single, Qin Shurong knew that being linked together in the press would do her no harm.

As Qin Shurong thought about this, her smile grew wider and wider, no attempt at concealing her joy.

“Who’s coming? Look at how happy you are…”

Tang Wan’s curiosity was piqued, a grain of laughter finally appeared on her face.

“It’s just…”

Just as Qin Shurong was about to say Mo Shiting’s name, He Meng cut her off, “Mo Shiting. I remember you once said that you admired this young man.”

“Him?”

Tang Wan raised her eyebrows in surprise, she didn’t expect Mo Shiting would visit her home and on her birthday.

Must have been lured here by Tang Yue, right?

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. As soon as He Meng finished speaking, two tall figures descended gracefully from the spiral staircase.

Unconsciously, Tang Wan’s eyes fixed on Mo Shiting, there was a distant look in her eyes as if trying to catch a glimpse of someone through him.

So engrossed in studying Mo Shiting’s face was she that she failed to notice the two men approaching..