One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love-Chapter 31: The Secret Buried for Many Years
Since ancient times, mothers had always been successful at elevating their status through their sons. This was even more so for wealthy families!
Mu Wanrou’s complexion gradually turned pale, her fingertips trembling quite a bit. Aaron, who was standing to one side, noted her pale face and asked cautiously, “Madam, are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” She tried to be calm on the surface, but when she saw another photograph, her eyes opened in horror!
In the photograph, the girl, who was standing in front of the entrance to a university in her graduation gown, had a warm smile on her face. Astounded, she gaped. Mu Wanrou clearly had a hard time believing this as she went over another photograph. There were not many photos of Yun Shishi, but the few Mu Wanrou saw were enough to make her tremble. The girl’s face still had an inextinguishable impression in her heart!
It was… It was her?!
No way! There could not be so many coincidences!
Mu Wanrou could no longer maintain a calm face. Panic-stricken, she placed the photograph aside and picked up Yun Shishi’s documents with trembling hands once more. She was previously not concerned, so she just skimmed through the text, but, now, she carefully read all the information written, not wanting to miss any.
When her sight landed on the words ‘welfare center’, she was shocked to the core that she froze up, her heart and soul filling with horror!
“She…”
Her lips slowly moved apart, her eyes never leaving the documents. She was already unable to complete a sentence. Noticing her dazed expression, Aaron glanced at the documents. He mistakenly thought that she did not understand the information written, so he explained them to her patiently.
“Yun Shishi. Biological parents unknown. No leads regarding her real family. When she was six, she was sent to a welfare center. At the age of eight, she was adopted by the Yun family. She is twenty-three this year. She graduated from Saint Roland University for Girls. She was also your surrogate six years ago.”
“Welfare center…”
Mu Wanrou looked at the information written in black and white. With heart thumping fast, her mind flew back to that day she first saw her….
Fifteen years ago.
Shengde Welfare Center.
Back then, Mu Wanrou was just an ordinary orphan waiting for adoption. As she had a lovable face, the staff in the welfare center adored her. They held her in esteem just like a princess. Many children wanted to play with her.
However, the children at the welfare center were different from those outside. They might be getting along on the surface, but they were secretly at loggerheads with one another. Every day, someone would visit the welfare center to adopt a child. Who was better looking or more well-mannered would have a higher chance of getting adopted.
Even then, the young Mu Wanrou had lofty ambitions and did not easily admit defeat.
Her mother was just a lowly massage therapist at a bar. When she gave birth to her, she unhesitatingly discarded her at the entrance to a hospital. She was picked up by a poor couple, and she lived a life of poverty for a few years. When a car accident took her adoptive parents’ lives, she became an orphan again and was sent over to the welfare center. From that day on, she told herself, that she wanted to live a good life and get adopted by a wealthy person!
One day, a seven-year-old girl was brought in. Rumors had it that her mother had died, so she was brought to the orphanage.
The girl, despite her unkempt appearance, was absolutely ethereal and beautiful. Mu Wanrou saw a piece of jade on her. It seemed to be quite valuable, so she took it for her own when the girl was asleep.
When the girl woke up and realized that her jade was gone, she wailed miserably. However, at that time, Mu Wanrou was held in high regard by the adults and her peers. No one believed that she had stolen the girl’s jade. No one believed the girl’s words.
Afterward, a wealthy-looking elderly man came to the welfare center and summoned her over.
