Chapter 337: There Was Only One Child In Life

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Hearing this, Li Qin’s heart sank to the bottom. The year of Geng Zi was exactly last year. Yeye was born last year. Then, doubtlessly, the child referred to by the old man should be Yeye. Should it not be Yeye, who would it be? She had asked her son personally that he found no other women outside except Xia Yuwei.

She just could not understand why the non-biological child could also be counted in fortune-telling.

“The what about after twenty eight years old? Will he get married and have children?” Li Qin was so nervous that her palms sweat all over.

The old man suddenly dropped his head and fell into meditation, his fingers keeping clicking each other. It took him quite a long time to say.

“There is only one son in his life, who was born in the year of Geng Zi. As for whether he will get married again after the age of twenty eight, according to the enlightenment, he would have a shallow marriage experience at the age of thirty-one or thirty-two. Whether he can marry a wife again depends on his own fortune and choice, which is unpredictable.” The old man said lightly.

After he finished, Li Qin paled at once, almost fainting.

Wu Xiaomin quickly held her.

“Madam, let’s go home.”

Wu Xiaomin was afraid that Li Qin would have a heart attack again. She understood that what the old man just said was simply comforting words. That was to say, Mr. Li might not have a son in the future except Mo Ye.

It was a great blow for Li Qin.

Back home, Li Qin was so depressed that she didn’t even have dinner. She had been looking at the road in the distance blankly. No one knew what she was thinking of.

Although fortune-telling was not credible, the old man was known to be extremely good at it, so his words were somewhat trustworthy.

Mo Yixuan didn’t come back until nine at night. With a meeting that lasted long, he was kind of tired. As usual, he would live directly in the apartment near the company. However, now he would come back to accompany his mom more no matter how late it was.

Like before, he still wore the same cold face with no smile and had few words. Back home, he would chat with his mother for a while, go back to his bedroom to read books or some documents, and then go to bed.

He led a very dull life. Besides, he did not like to play, nor did he know how to play, so his life was really lonely.

“What’s wrong with my mom?” Seeing his mother still sitting on the balcony so late and looking at the road in the distance, Mo Yixuan frowned and asked Wu Xiaomin, who was pouring water beside him, with many doubts.

Wu Xiaomin turned off the water tap, going to a corner and whispering, “Madame went to the temple today and asked for foretelling the destiny of you Sir, because the fortune-telling…”

Wu Xiaomin then stopped without going on.

Mo Yixuan frowned, speechless. It was about the superstition of ghosts and gods again. He did not even know how to persuade his mother.

Walking to the balcony, Mo Yixuan patted his mother on the shoulder and said in a deep voice.

“Mom, don’t go to the temple anymore. Don’t believe in divination or fortune-telling. They are all superstitions of the old society. We are now in a new age! How can you still believe in this?” Mo Yixuan was speechless. What he feared most was that his mother was superstitious and believed in ghosts and gods, and then became upset because of this.

He managed to find a psychiatrist to help his mother adjust her state of mind. How could she become like this again less than one month?

With a deep sigh, Li Qin stared straight at his son with a pair of aged eyes, which were full of expectations and worries.

“Yixuan ah…” Suddenly she took her son’s hands and said in a low voice, “Promise me you’ll go find a wife and have a baby, okay? It doesn’t matter if you don’t find one now. Mom will go find a surrogate woman. When baby is born, we can give that girl a sum of money.”