As Shen Lang was surprised, Wang Yuyan sent her home address to Song Qingyi via text message.
Soon, the phone call ended, and Wang Yuyan obviously looked puzzled.
"Brother Shen, how come I didn't know you suddenly had a godmother, and that your godmother is Song Qingyi?"
Wang Yuyan said, "Do you know who Song Qingyi is? She is Shen Tianjun's ex-wife, Song Shadao's sister, a true noble lady."
"What noble lady, that sounds like an insult."
Shen Lang stroked Wang Yuyan's long hair and smiled, "Godmother is just an ordinary person, she has ordinary joys and sorrows, ordinary warmth, it's just that her background is deeper, and other than that, she is no different from us."
"If you don't believe me, you'll know when you meet her tonight. She is very kind."
"You really don't understand her at all."
Wang Yuyan heard this and said, "Shen Tianjun is her ex-husband, and Song Shadao is her brother. Shen Tianjun and Song Shadao are known as God of Slaughter. Do you think Song Qingyi can be a kind person?"
"No, you haven't told me how you recognized this godmother yet."
Wang Yuyan asked curiously.
"This is something I have to tell you from when I returned from Shu to Nanling..."
Shen Lang had no intention of hiding anything from Wang Yuyan. He directly recounted how he met Song Qingyi, how they hit it off immediately, and how he eventually became Song Qingyi's godson.
After listening to Shen Lang's words, Wang Yuyan fell into thought. After a long time, she said, "Many people know that Song Qingyi's son, Shen Qiye, fell into the Ming River due to a flight accident nineteen years ago, and was never found. However, few people know that Song Qingyi has been searching for her biological son Shen Qiye all these years."
"To find her biological son, she broke up with Shen Tianjun and divorced him. This is enough to prove how important her biological son Shen Qiye is to her."
"From this, it can be inferred that besides her biological son Shen Qiye, she does not intend to have any other sons, nor can she accept any other sons."
"If she had truly accepted another son, she would have chosen to have another son with Shen Tianjun back then to alleviate her longing for her son, instead of choosing divorce and searching for her son all over the world alone."
"Something is wrong, this matter is not right..."
A complex look flashed in Wang Yuyan's eyes as she said.
"What's not right about this? Godmother said we hit it off immediately, and in fact, we did. The first time I saw her, I felt very close to her."
Shen Lang gently stroked Wang Yuyan's long hair and said, "Yuyan, are you thinking too much?"
Women sometimes like to overthink things, which is due to their own genes.
Because women's genes predetermine them to be delicate, and delicacy inevitably leads to overthinking.
"It's not that I'm thinking too much, but this matter is indeed not right."
Wang Yuyan looked at Shen Lang and smiled, "Song Qingyi is not the type of person to adopt a godson to relieve her longing for her son. Otherwise, with her longing for her son, she would have adopted ten or eight godchildren over the years."
"Brother Shen, I think there are only two reasons why she would recognize you as her godson."
Wang Yuyan said solemnly.
Hearing Wang Yuyan's words, Shen Lang's eyes lit up. He looked at Wang Yuyan with great interest and said, "What reasons?"
Shen Lang wanted to see what Wang Yuyan would say, after all, she was a pure outsider.
"First, you look very much like Song Qingyi's biological son, Shen Qiye, whose whereabouts are unknown. So Song Qingyi unconsciously mistook you for her biological son Shen Qiye the moment she saw you."
Wang Yuyan looked at Shen Lang and said seriously, "What do you think of this reason?"
"Unreliable, very unreliable."
Shen Lang heard this and smiled, "Let's not talk about the fact that Shen Qiye was only six years old when he disappeared, and I am twenty-five years old now. How can a six-year-old child resemble a twenty-five-year-old person?"
"If that's the case, then there's only the second reason."
Wang Yuyan said with a stunning revelation: "The second reason is that you are her biological son Shen Qiye. She has known your identity for a long time, but she was afraid that you wouldn't accept it if she recognized you directly, so she recognized you as her godson as a buffer, and would announce it when the time was right."
"When you both develop feelings, she will then reveal it, and everything will seem natural as if it were meant to be."
"Nonsense—"
Hearing Wang Yuyan's words, Shen Lang was greatly shocked. After reacting, he directly tapped Wang Yuyan's head and said, "I come from Qiulong Mountain thousands of miles away. I am an orphan with no parents. I couldn't possibly have any blood relation with my godmother, even by a long shot."
"Brother Shen, but you also said that you begged for food in Nanling, and that your memory before the age of six is a blank."
Wang Yuyan's eyes were sharp as she spoke to Shen Lang, "Aren't you curious why your memory before the age of six is a blank?"
"Your body has no illnesses, and your mind is intelligent. According to reason, unless it was a natural disaster or man-made calamity, your parents would never abandon you, wouldn't they?"
"I..."
Hearing Wang Yuyan's words, Shen Lang was stunned for a moment.
"No... it's impossible... My godmother and I... are completely from different worlds."
Shen Lang remembered the Scarlet Dragon totem on his chest, and then he recalled the scene that appeared in his mind when he drowned in Shu.
According to Song Shadao, the Scarlet Dragon totem was a totem exclusive to the descendants of the Shen family, and it would appear when they were enraged.
Shen Lang remembered that when he was begging for food and was beaten and kicked, he would become enraged, and at that time, the Scarlet Dragon totem would appear on his chest. Chu Ge was even curious about this matter at the time.
If the Scarlet Dragon totem was a coincidence, then how could the scene that appeared in Shen Lang's mind when he drowned in Shu be explained?
A six-year-old child struggled in the water, crying out, "Mom... save me... Little Qi is scared."
Beside him, there were the cries of countless men and women for help, and even the wreckage of an airplane could be vaguely seen.
"Ah—"
As Shen Lang thought about it, his head suddenly felt like it was splitting open. The pain made large drops of sweat continuously form on his forehead, and he felt like he was dying.
"Brother Shen, since you can't remember, then don't think about it anymore."
At the crucial moment, Wang Yuyan placed her delicate hands on Shen Lang's chest and comforted him, "All conditioned phenomena are like dew and lightning, like an illusion and a bubble, like a dream and a phantom. One should contemplate them in this way. Let nature take its course, and when the time is right and fate is favorable, all questions will have the best answers."
Hearing Wang Yuyan's words, Shen Lang was stunned, then stopped thinking, and pulled Wang Yuyan into his arms.