Late at night in the Mo Mansion.
The study door opened as Beichuan stepped inside.
"You said we needed to talk," he said calmly. "About what?"
Su Huilan looked at him for a moment before speaking.
"I saw a child today… a little boy."
She paused slightly.
"He looked exactly like you."
Beichuan's back stiffened instantly. His gaze sharpened.
"If I had a child, wouldn't you know first—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
A memory suddenly surfaced.
Six years ago.
A hotel room.
Beichuan pushed the door open, his face pale, steps unsteady.
"Damn… they spiked my drink…"
His vision blurred as the room spun around him. He stumbled toward the bed before collapsing onto it.
A woman caught him.
She laughed softly, almost deliriously, wrapping her arms around him as their bodies collided. His consciousness faded quickly.
—
Back to the present.
Beichuan's voice had grown quieter.
"What did the child look like?"
"Just like you when you were little," Su Huilan said with a small smile. "You should find that girl and give her a good life. the mother and the son deserve it."
She added casually,
"His name is Luoli. He's in the same class as Zhuo Fei."
Beichuan nodded slowly.
"I'll look into it."
But his expression was tense as he left the study.
Later, in his room, he sat on the edge of the bed, holding a glass of whiskey.
Ice clinked softly against the glass.
"Lin Qinran…" he murmured.
Her face appeared in his mind.
Then the memory of that night.
The two images slowly overlapped.
His grip on the glass tightened.
"Lin Qinran… could she be my child's mother…?"
His heart pounded.
Then he let out a breath and shook his head.
"No… don't jump to conclusions."
"What if it's not true?"
The room fell silent again, the possibility lingering in the air.