Chapter 334: Who Is She Really?

In Fu Qianchen's pitch‑black eyes, that face was reflected, and a hint of surprise slowly rose in his pupils.

"Who are you? How do you look so much like my mother?"

Fu Qianchen momentarily forgot to struggle.

"Child, my child! Mother finally found you!" The woman lowered her eyes toward Fu Qianchen, crying and shouting with excitement, tears streaming uncontrollably.

Mother?

She is his own mother?

Fu Qianchen was startled.

Nevertheless, deep down he felt resistance. In his mind, Ye Qingran was their mother; even though this woman resembled Ye Qingran in many ways, she was ultimately not Ye Qingran.

"Auntie, you have the wrong person, right? I'm not your child."

Fu Qianchen said this while struggling, trying to get out of the woman's embrace. He disliked being held by any woman other than his mother. It made him very uncomfortable.

Seeing Fu Qianchen struggle, the woman tightened her hold, as if she wanted to blend his bones and blood into her own.

At this moment Mo Xiaohu caught up, and seeing Fu Qianchen being cradled by a stranger, he immediately furrowed his brows and shouted, "You human trafficker, what are you doing? Let him go! Otherwise don't blame me for being impolite!"

The woman looked at Mo Xiaohu but showed no reaction.

When Mo Xiaohu saw the woman's face, he was slightly startled and instinctively asked, "Auntie, are you my mother's sister?" Otherwise why does she look so much like my mother?

"I am his mother!" the woman shouted back at Xiao Chen. Her hands clutched Fu Qianchen tightly, a feeling of having found a treasure, not seeming deceitful.

Xiao Hu was shocked.

Is this aunt, who looks somewhat like his mother, Xiao Chen's mother?

But didn't Xiao Chen say his mother died five years ago?

"Let go of me!" Fu Qianchen's voice carried a hint of impatience.

But the woman seemed not to hear him, holding him even tighter.

Fu Qianchen's breath sank, and he finally broke free from the woman's embrace.

The woman stared at her empty arms, panic flashing across her face, and lunged toward Fu Qianchen. Fu Qianchen, on guard, stepped back. Mo Xiaohu took a few steps to stand before him, extended a hand, and said like a hawk protecting its chick, "If you come any closer, don't blame me for being rude!"

The woman froze.

"Are you called Xiao Chen? Xiao Chen, I am your mother! How could mother hurt you? Don't be afraid, come here, let mother hold you properly."

"Can't you see Xiao Chen doesn't like your touch? Even if you are his mother, you can't forcefully hold him against his will!" Mo Xiaohu's brows darkened, "Besides, based solely on your one-sided claim, how can we believe you?"

This woman, though resembling his mother, is not at all as good as his mother.

At that moment, Fu San, having received the news, rushed over and was greatly startled upon seeing the woman.

This woman bore a five‑point resemblance to Ye Qingran!

Could she be Ye Qingran's younger or older sister?

But no one has heard of Ye Qingran having any sisters besides Ye Huanhuan and Ye Sisi!

Fu San was shocked.

However, this woman lacked Ye Qingran's aloof, languid aura; instead she was cultured, virtuous, and as gentle as water.

Earlier, a Dark Guard reported that a woman claimed to be the young master's mother and looked a lot like Ye Qingran, so he hurried over.

Before, there hadn't been any cases of a woman impersonating the young master's mother. Yet none had seemed this strange.

"You say you're his mother; what evidence do you have?" Fu San asked calmly.

The woman shook her head, her eyes full of bewilderment, "Evidence? I have none; I only know he is my child!"

Is this a retreat to advance, or a strategy of feigned weakness?

Fu San sensed something off about the matter and decided to take her to Guoshi Fu.

Guoshi Fu

When Fu Hanxiu learned that a woman claimed to be his son's birth mother, his first reaction was indifference. But when his subordinates told him that the woman looked a lot like Ye Qingran, his complexion changed. This time he did not ignore it; he ordered her to be brought into a side hall.

When he finally saw the woman, her exceptionally handsome face, as cold as frost and snow, and her deep, boundless eyes left no one able to read her thoughts.

Mo Xiaohu and Fu Qianchen returned to Guoshi Fu.

Mo Xiaohu was fine, but Fu Qianchen stood aside, his small hand tightly clenched at his side.

He was now very nervous. He did not want this woman to be his mother at all.

Fu Hanxiu glanced at the woman, his eyes indifferent and placid.

"What is your name?"

The woman seemed dazzled by Fu Hanxiu's appearance and demeanor, blushing and lowering her gaze briefly.

"Sir, I am Yun Zhi."

"You say you're Xiao Chen's mother? You haven't seen him for years; how can you be sure he's your child?"

Yun Zhi lifted her eyes to look at the lofty Fu Hanxiu, her astonishment deepening, she shook her head, her voice soft and melodious, "His face has appeared countless times in my dreams, so when I first saw him I was certain he is my child!"

"Who do you think this reason could convince?" Fu Hanxiu's tone was as cold as ice.

"I don't know, I really don't know..."

Fu San gave a cold smile from beside, "Miss, before you lie next time, please check carefully: our young master's mother died five years ago. You come now claiming to be his mother—do you even believe it yourself?"

"Stop asking, I really don't know. No matter what you say, he truly is my child!"

Yun Zhi pressed her hand to her forehead, shaking her head in pain.

At that moment, a subordinate outside reported that Ye Qingran requested an audience.

Upon hearing Ye Qingran's arrival, Fu Hanxiu's aura softened considerably, and a gentle light lit his deep eyes.

He seemed like a different person.

"Take her down first!" Fu Hanxiu waved his hand and ordered. He didn't want Ye Qingran to see Yun Zhi, fearing she might misunderstand.

"National Master, you're in such a hurry—what are you hiding?"

Who would have thought, Yun Zhi hadn't even been taken away yet, Ye Qingran's teasing voice came from outside the door.

Fu Hanxiu could only give up.

Ye Qingran strode over; after entering the side hall, she first glanced at the two children, seeing they were fine, then she greeted the National Master.

She turned her head, and a woman came into view.

Upon seeing the woman's face clearly, even she couldn't help but be stunned.

This woman resembles her by fifty percent!

Who exactly is she?

They share similar looks; did they have some prior connection?

"Who is this?" Ye Qingran asked, suppressing her emotions, her voice calm.

No one answered her.

It's not that they didn't want to reply, but they didn't know how.

When Yun Zhi saw Ye Qingran, she was also greatly surprised; evidently she hadn't expected to meet someone who looked like her.

She nodded at Ye Qingran, "Miss, hello, I'm Yun Zhi, Xiao Chen's mother." Yun Zhi pointed at Fu Qianchen and gave a faint smile.

Ye Qingran's spine stiffened, a chill touching the corners of her eyes.

"I heard Xiao Chen's mother had already passed away—what's going on?" Ye Qingran looked at Fu Hanxiu with a puzzled expression, waiting for his explanation.

Fu Hanxiu met Ye Qingran's eyes, but he wasn't sure how to explain.

"Fu San, prepare the Star Destiny Chart."

Fu San glared, "Your Majesty, are we testing again whether the young master's mother is still alive?"