The villagers who were fishing witnessed this and whispered to each other.
"That child is not really the son of Jade Springfield,
TRUE?"
"How is that possible? Jade Springfield is a violent freak. Who would dare marry her?"
"But she has quite the figure! And no other lady in our town looks so beautiful!"
That statement convinced everyone!
This mountain town was full of high-altitude terrain, had a dry climate, strong winds, and a scorching sun. The people of the village, regardless of age or gender, would have dark skin in the summer and chapped skin in the winter.
Looking at Jade Springfield, she was sunbathing like them, but her skin was creamy, her lexis like a peach blossom. Her silky skin resembled fresh tofu, so tender one could pinch water out of it!
Jade Springfield and the villagers were sustained by the soil and water coming from the same land. What made them look so different?
"Could it be… Jade Springfield is raising a child out of wedlock?" "Don't say that, it's possible. That lady is strange. She hardly talks to a soul in the village, and she leaves every year and comes back half a year later."
The villagers looked at Jade Springfield and the boy who looked just like her. Her delicate and picturesque eyebrows resembled those of the others, even the cold expressions on their faces seemed to have been carved from the same mold.
"What's your name?" Jade Springfield looked around her and saw no one else that looked like the boy's family. The boy grabbed Jade Springfield's fingers and looked at the woman who looked a lot like him. "Bun... Bun..."
"Baby? Or Bun?" The boy's pronunciation was not very clear. Jade Springfield could also see that she couldn't speak very well. Her situation was similar to hers when she was just a child. She remembered that Luvo had to wait until she was five years old to speak like a normal child.
"Bun…" the boy struggled to pronounce.
"I see, so your name is Bun?..."
The boy agreed.
"How old are you?"
The boy stretched out four of his stubby fingers.
"So where is your house?" Jade Springfield asked again. "I'm losing my breath with that question again, right? What else from your house? How would you state it clearly? Besides, this kid was only four years old.
Even if he were able to remember it, he might not necessarily understand it.
Just as Jade Springfield was thinking about it, Bun squatted down, picked up a stick, and wrote on the ground.
"Imperial city."
He wrote the two characters in smooth calligraphy, each stroke flowing from one to the other, exactly like a masterpiece! Were these characters written by a four year old?
Jade Springfield looked at Bun in disbelief. She didn't see any marks on his clothes, but they were made of first-class cloth.
A thought came to her out of nowhere! Jade Springfield remembered the phone call she had just received. In the call, she was told that the youngest son of the Mo family in the Imperial City had been kidnapped. It could be him? It was a coincidence?
Regarding that, she had heard rumors going around the Imperial City. The youngest son of the Mo family could not walk when he was three years old. He couldn't even speak when he was four years old… Although Bun had some difficulties speaking, he could still speak, so he wasn't necessarily the youngest son of the Mo family.
"I will go to the Imperial City in a few days and take you to Lu family."
A few days ago, she had accepted the task of treating young Macstro IIao's ailing leg in the Imperial City.
I'm too lazy to go after he postponed. Now, could you take Bun with me to see if I can find his family? Jade Springfield loaded the bucket full of fish and walked home, holding Bun's hand.
Allair Mo sat quietly on his leather sofa in the Mo family's home in Imperial City, wearing a well-tailored black suit. The dirty hair on his forehead cast a shadow on his cold face. Even so, he couldn't hide the dark glint in his eyes.