Early the next morning, He Jingtian followed his habit after rebirth and went to the small garden outside to jog before dawn.
After exercising, he casually bought two servings of tofu pudding, a bag of fried dough sticks, and two buns from a breakfast stall on the street.
He wandered back to the faculty dormitory and saw a somewhat familiar figure in front of the entrance to the unit he rented.
"Su, Mr. Su?"
He Jingtian was so surprised that he stuttered a little.
"Hello, Student He. I apologize for the unexpected visit, but there is something I must verify clearly."
Having determined that "Mother He" was his long-lost sister, Su Xuezhou looked at He Jingtian with a hint of affection and satisfaction.
This child is good, truly filial!
To not abandon his mentally ill mother, not many successful men, let alone a young person who hasn’t entered society, could do such a thing.
And such an excellent child is very likely to be his own nephew.
The more he observed He Jingtian, the more Su Xuezhou liked him.
He Jingtian: ...Hiss, why does this person’s gaze feel so weird?
However, since the gentleman came looking for him and said he wanted to have a good conversation, He Jingtian couldn’t turn him away.
But, considering his real mother’s situation, he still apologetically said, "Alright, Old Mr. Su, let me first bring breakfast home, then we’ll head to a nearby café to sit and chat!"
Su Xuezhou was eager inside; if possible, he really wanted to rush to the He Family and personally see whether Mother He was indeed his little sister.
But, reason reminded him that such behavior might not be appropriate.
He hadn’t forgotten that the newspapers clearly stated that Mother He had a mental breakdown when she was young and her mind was damaged.
If a stranger suddenly appeared claiming kinship without any preparation, Mother He might be agitated.
Then, what was supposed to be a good thing could turn bad!
He Jingtian’s proposal was indeed the most suitable.
Moreover, there were indeed some things that Su Xuezhou wanted to ask individually.
He watched eagerly as He Jingtian entered the unit, opened the door to the east apartment on the first floor, then gently spoke a couple of sentences into the house, to which the person inside quietly responded.
Hearing a vaguely familiar voice, Su Xuezhou’s heart pounded.
It sounds alike! Really too alike, even the voice resembles my little sister!
Su Xuezhou was increasingly convinced of his suspicion.
So, when he and He Jingtian arrived at a café near S University, and the two had just settled in, Su Xuezhou went straight to the point without detouring.
He took out a somewhat weathered pocket watch from his jacket pocket, opened the cover, and showed the small photo inside to He Jingtian.
He Jingtian was puzzled but leaned in to take a look.
"Eh? Isn’t this——" my real mother.
But the young girl in the photo was much younger than his real mother, with a radiant smile and bright eyes, clearly someone from a wealthy background, well-educated.
"Looks familiar? Right? The girl in the photo is my little sister, but many years ago, we were separated..."
Su Xuezhou did not miss He Jingtian’s astonishment and begrudgingly recounted a brief summary of the Su Family’s situation without going into past events.
Then, he shifted the topic, staring intently at He Jingtian, "I don’t understand what happened to Xueqing back then, even less why she married your father."
When mentioning He Jingtian’s father, Su Xuezhou gritted his teeth, and his gaze turned particularly icy.
He didn’t know anything, but he knew his sister.
Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have married a poor farmer from the mountains.
Unless she didn’t agree willingly, or she was outright coerced.
Su Xuezhou didn’t spell it out, but his gaze was clear.
He suspected that Old Crutch He had forced Mother He, his little sister Su Xueqing.
Although a DNA test hadn’t been done yet, He Jingtian had a premonition that his real mother was very likely this Su Old Gentleman’s sister.
As Mother He’s health improved, she gradually revealed her original personality.
And whether it was the occasional English word that slipped out, or the unique temperament she displayed when making clothes or tending flowers, it showed that she was not just a wandering woman or a madwoman.
She must have been well-educated, and her past life should have been very affluent.
Because temperament is something built from wealth.
Previously, He Jingtian had also wondered what identity his mother held before she lost her sanity.