Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 158 The Genius Boy, Her Son

Ning Yao ultimately did not bring Yang Dongcha along, despite Yang Dongcha's constant harassment messages to her these past few days.

Yang Dongcha had finally reconciled with Lian Qiran, and the two had only been enjoying their sweet time for a short while. At this juncture, it would be best for Yang Dongcha to behave herself.

Ning Yao and Ning Moran exchanged contact information. Ning Moran chose the location for their meeting and dinner. It was in a busy downtown area, not in a remote location. The restaurant was also very famous in the capital, with exquisite dishes and excellent service, and received very high praise.

As soon as Ning Yao arrived at the entrance, several sharp-eyed waiters spotted her and hurriedly came forward to greet her attentively.

"You must be Miss Ning Yao. Mr. Ning showed us your photo and specifically asked us to wait for you here."

After Ning Yao nodded, several waiters surrounded her and led her to the Chinese-style dining table in the open private room. The table and chairs were very tastefully designed, with bamboo hanging chairs and a few brightly colored flowers on the green vines. They were real flowers with a refreshing fragrance.

"Mr. Ning has already arrived, but he needs to go to the mall to buy some things. He said he would need about ten minutes when he left," the waiter said, glancing down at his watch. "It's been ten minutes already, so Mr. Ning should be here soon."

He had barely finished speaking when Ning Yao heard the sound of sneakers scraping the floor.

Not far away, a boy walked with a steady gait, and because of his face, he attracted the attention of many female diners along the way.

Their faces were filled with excitement, and they all made the same move of secretly taking out their phones and snapping photos like crazy, with incredible skill.

"This dessert shop is very famous. I just queued up and bought some. Why don't you try it?" Ning Moran sat down opposite Ning Yao and calmly pushed the exquisite takeout box in front of her. His usually stern face showed a rare gentle expression.

Ning Yao looked at Ning Moran curiously. Although it was their first meeting, she felt a sense of familiarity, which was rather strange.

"Thank you." Ning Yao politely accepted the gift, opened the box in front of Ning Moran, took out a dessert, hesitated for a moment, and then handed it to Ning Moran.

"Would you like some too?" Ning Yao asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay." Ning Moran took the dessert from Ning Yao's hand, the smile on her lips deepening.

Shortly after the two sat down, the restaurant waiters began serving the dishes, all of which Ning Moran had ordered.

"You told me online that this meeting was to discuss the inside story of the kidnapping case?" Ning Yao took a few bites of dessert, looked up at Ning Moran, and asked softly.

Ning Moran stared intently at Ning Yao, remaining silent for a long while.

"Mr. Ning?" Ning Yao waved her hand in front of Ning Moran, not understanding why he was so distracted.

Ning Moran suddenly realized what was happening, but instead of answering Ning Yao's question, she pulled a piece of paper from the table and gently wiped the dessert residue from Ning Yao's lips.

Ning Yao was startled by Ning Moran's actions. Her beautiful fox-like eyes widened suddenly, but she didn't dodge, letting Ning Moran wipe her.

Despite it being an intimate gesture between familiar people, Ning Moran wiped his mouth with utmost naturalness, and Ning Yao didn't feel awkward at all. The two interacted naturally, as if they were blood relatives.

"Do you know why Madam Wen fell into a coma, and why she suffered from amnesia after waking up, unable to remember the details of the kidnapping case?"

He kept using the polite form of address, but Ning Yao still found it strange.

She's only in her early twenties. Although Ning Moran is younger than her, at eighteen, he's still a young person of her generation. Isn't using such a respectful form of address a bit too formal...?

Ning Yao was puzzled by what Ning Moran said. She shook her head, signaling Ning Moran to continue.

"Have you thought about who could be the easiest person to get close to Madam Wen without arousing suspicion?"

Ning Yao shook her head again, a look of confusion on her face.

The person who could get closest to Madam Wen was none other than Grandpa Wen, who stayed by her side throughout her serious illness.

But he would never have a reason to harm Madam Wen. Ning Yao looked at the worried look on Old Master Wen's face, as if he wished he could give his life for Madam Wen. He would never harm the old lady.

Ning Moran fell silent. He looked at Ning Yao, his handsome brows furrowing slightly, as if he was thinking about how to subtly remind her.

The truth would break your heart, but Ning Moran didn't want Ning Yao to be hurt, not even in the slightest.

"Just tell me straight, I'm prepared. Is there a traitor among Madam Wen's people?" Ning Yao asked bluntly, her face showing little emotion, and her tone calm without a ripple.

"When I visited Madam Wen, I found a drug ingredient in her body. This ingredient was the culprit that caused her amnesia. And the drug was deliberately injected into Madam Wen's body intravenously."

“It’s the old man’s medical team.” Ning Yao narrowed her eyes, clearly having lost her appetite.

She couldn't eat, knowing there was such a vicious traitor among the two elderly people.

This news must be told to Old Master Wen immediately, lest that person make another move against the Old Madam, which would be impossible to prevent.

Seemingly guessing what Ning Yao wanted to do, Ning Moran smiled and explained, his voice gentle and pleasant, full of youthful purity.

"I told Grandpa Wen as soon as I learned about this, so you don't need to worry."

Ning Yao didn't know what to say. Ning Moran had already arranged everything. It was as if he had called her out just to tell her the truth, and then calmly added: I have taken care of everything. You just need to be happy.

A sense of familiarity washed over Ning Yao once again. Looking at Ning Moran, she blurted out, "Mr. Ning, haven't I seen you somewhere before? Have we interacted before?"

Ning Yao didn't lose her memory. How could she not know whether she had spent time with the boy in front of her or not?

She was certain she had never met Ning Moran, not even once, yet the inexplicable familiarity between them surprised her.

So she asked without thinking, as if she wanted to find an answer from Ning Moran.

"Actually, there's another thing I wanted to talk to you about when I asked you to come out." Ning Moran didn't answer Ning Yao's question directly, subtly changing the subject, but Ning Yao still clearly caught a fleeting look of panic in his eyes.

"Go on," Ning Yao said, putting down her chopsticks and looking at Ning Moran seriously, continuing his train of thought.

“You look almost exactly like my mother when she was young…” Ning Moran’s eyes darkened noticeably when he said the word ‘mother,’ as if he was thinking of something bad, but he quickly composed himself.

“I had a fight with my mother, and I ran away in a fit of anger. I don’t dare to go back to her now.”

“But I miss her so much, so could you please accept me as your son? I won’t seek any benefit from you, I just…”

Ning paused abruptly after saying this, and then quietly finished the rest of her sentence.

"I just miss her."