Chapter 551: 551: Eyes Identical to Xu Mengxi's

Her heart felt somewhat uneasy, and a bitterness lingered in her throat.

“What are you laughing at?” Shen Shihan finally spoke up.

Mo Shuifu shook her head, “Nothing much, just that you were quite cute when you were little.”

Cute? Shen Shihan’s mouth twitched slightly, as no one had ever used that word to describe him before.

Even as a child, people would more likely say he was distant, not lively enough, too staid—never had “cute” been used to describe him.

Seeing that Shen Shihan didn’t say anything, Mo Shuifu simply smiled.

The little boy in the photo had big eyes and fair skin. Even though there was no smile, Mo Shuifu still found him quite cute as she looked on.

She pursed her lips and continued to flip through the other photos.

Shen Shihan rarely saw Mo Shuifu showing a smiling face, and now, she was smiling at a photo album, which he found quite surprising.

Unconsciously, his gaze lingered on her a few more times.

He liked her smile very much, but it was like a luxury good—too expensive, and he seldom saw it.

After two years of marriage, he didn’t know whether she was happy or not. Often, he didn’t dare to ask—fearing the answer might be “no”…

When she smiled, he couldn’t look away, and he turned to look at her many times.

Mo Shuifu was flipping through the photos. This album contained a lot of Liu Rumei’s photos, followed by Shen Yanrou’s.

She didn’t see Shen Chi or Zhou Ran.

It was said that Shen Chi had an older sister named Shen Di, but she didn’t see her in this album either.

The Shen family didn’t have a group photo.

Liu Rumei was very beautiful when she was young, with willow-leaf eyebrows, cherry lips, fashionable dress, and pretty clothes.

However, as Mo Shuifu looked at the photos one by one, she increasingly felt that Liu Rumei’s eyes looked like someone’s.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Her eyes were like autumn water, tender and touching, captivating.

Like who?

Mo Shuifu couldn’t recall at the moment, so she just silently continued to browse. The more she looked, the more familiar the eyes felt.

Seeing Mo Shuifu not speaking, Shen Shihan took the initiative, “You seem quite engrossed in this album. Is it because of me?”

Mo Shuifu chuckled lightly, “Narcissistic.”

Shen Shihan also smiled, focused on driving, and occasionally turned his head to look at her.

“Your mother’s eyes look like someone I know, but I can’t remember who,” Mo Shuifu said, puzzled.

Shen Shihan pondered for a few seconds, then said calmly, “Probably Xu Mengxi.”

With that reminder from Shen Shihan, Mo Shuifu took a closer look.

Right, it was Xu Mengxi.

They were indeed very similar, both with double eyelids, big eyes. Especially when Liu Rumei was young, her eyes were pure and clear, untainted, exactly like Xu Mengxi’s.

“They really look alike…” Mo Shuifu sighed softly.

Shen Shihan had noticed it long ago. Five years ago, when he saw Xu Mengxi’s photo in Mo Shuifu’s home, he felt that her eyes greatly resembled his mother’s.

Perhaps, that was also one of the reasons why Shen Cexian married his mother back then?

Xu Mengxi was dearly loved by his father. Moreover, this love was very deep.

Perhaps, it was precisely because of this that Zhou Ran, as composed as she was, committed an act like murder.

Love can drive people mad.

Zhou Ran must have been deeply in love with his father too.

Mo Shuifu continued to look through the photos, the more she saw, the more alike they seemed.

In the past, Xu Mengxi and Xu Chaomu lived next door to their house, and she often saw Xu Mengxi as a child.

Xu Mengxi was a beautiful girl—quiet, gentle, and particularly pretty.

However, when Xu Mengxi first arrived in their area, she was already pregnant with Xu Chaomu.

With Xu Mengxi’s limited mobility, it was their family who always helped take care of her and her daughter, and the two families developed a deep bond.

It wasn’t until ten years later when a sudden accident separated Xu Mengxi and Xu Chaomu forever.

Thinking of this, Mo Shuifu turned her head to look at Shen Shihan, “Shihan, everyone says that Shen Chi’s mother killed Chaomu’s mother, is that true?”

“Mhm,” Shen Shihan grunted from his throat.

Mo Shuifu felt somewhat upset, unsure whether Xu Chaomu had let go of it in his heart.

If it were her, could she calmly accept the son of her mother’s killer?

Although Mo Shuifu had been married to Shen Shihan for two years, she had never met Zhou Ran and didn’t know what sort of woman could commit such a ruthless act.

She remembered that Aunt Xu was especially gentle and had a good temperament, never quarreling with anyone.

After that fire, she also cried for a long time, unable to believe that Aunt Xu had left Xu Chaomu behind, departing alone…

But the reality was that Xu Mengxi would never return.

“Shihan, if Shen Chi’s mother killed Chaomu’s mother, why then did she bring Chaomu back to the Shen Family to adopt him?”

“This question, perhaps only Zhou Ran herself knows the clearest, all other answers are speculation,” he replied.

Mo Shuifu thought what Shen Shihan said was quite reasonable, the real answer was known only by Zhou Ran herself.

Others said it was because Zhou Ran and Shen Cexian acted out of spite. Maybe there was that reason, but was the truth really so?

Mo Shuifu had no way of knowing.

She flipped through the photo album, silently gazing at the pictures.

The photos brought a hint of tender feelings to Mo Shuifu’s heart, a family together, how wonderful.

After her parents passed away, she rarely felt the warmth of family again.

As she gazed, upon reaching the last page, she closed the album.

“Shihan, will you promise me something?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t do illegal things anymore, stop it.”

Mo Shuifu didn’t know when it had started, but her heart had grown somewhat dependent on him; she didn’t want their family to fall apart just like that…

“I’ve said before, just give me one year.”

“But what if Shen Chi finds out within that year?” Mo Shuifu challenged.

“I’ve said, as long as you don’t snitch to Shen Chi!” Shen Shihan’s tone was a bit impatient.

Hearing Shen Chi’s name made him feel uncomfortable.

“But you should have heard the saying, ‘If you don’t want anyone to know, don’t do it yourself!'”

“Enough,” Shen Shihan didn’t want to argue with her.

His mood wasn’t bad that day, and he didn’t want to start a quarrel with her over these tired old issues.

Mo Shuifu was feeling anxious inside; he was ignoring her, and she could only fret by herself, stewing in her own feelings.

She rested her head in her hands, silently looking out at the scenery from the window.

After Shen Shihan’s car left the Shen Family residence, Shen Chi entered the living room for lunch.

The butler Ling had received a call from Xu Chaomu in the morning about coming back to the Shen Family and had readied a whole table of dishes, but now, there was only Shen Chi alone.

When Shen Chi picked up his chopsticks to eat, Butler Ling caught sight of his injured arm.

With a surge of concern, he asked, “Fourth Young Master, how did you injure your arm?”

“Someone was too rough,” Shen Chi said indifferently.

He bowed his head and continued to eat gracefully, without a hint of disturbance.

Butler Ling pondered, someone was too rough? That must refer to Xu Chaomu.

So does that mean Xu Chaomu argued with Shen Chi, then they fought, and Xu Chaomu injured Shen Chi?

Butler Ling dared not imagine, had the two really come to blows?

And what about Xu Chaomu? Was she hurt?