Chapter 4142 - Mian, It’s Mom (12)

Chapter 4142: Mian, It’s Mom (12) Huo Mian had never imagined that she’d meet Lin Ya, at least not an alive Lin Ya.
At this moment, her mind went blank with only one voice resonating in her head,
Mian, I’m your mom. I’m your mom.

Not able to process the words, Huo Mian passed out…
She had a long dream in which she was only about 6 years old; she was playing in a pretty house with her mom and dad.

Mian, come to Mommy…

Mian stumbled over and threw herself into her mother’s arms.
Smelling the unique warm scent that belonged to her mom, she looked up at the unbelievably exquisite face…
Then the scene changed, and she turned into herself or Leila.

Huo Mian, I finally caught you…

Huo Mian woke up from the dream with a start.
Drenched in sweat, she looked around in alarm, hoping she was in her home in South Hill Manor and her husband was by her side.
When she had a nightmare at home, Qin Chu would wake up immediately and pat her back to comfort her; he’d hold her from behind, making her feel safe.
But she was still in that damned white room.
The baby moved violently in her womb…
Huo Mian touched her belly subconsciously.

Baby, don’t be afraid… Mommy is here… We’ll find a way to get out of here, okay? We’ll go back home and see your daddy and sisters…
Huo Mian murmured to herself.
Then she got off the bed.
Hearing the sounds, the maid entered the room.

Miss Mian, what can I do for you?

The maid said politely, but her face was always expressionless, making Huo Mian suspect they were feelingless machines.

Where’s she? I want to see her.


The master is out. Miss Mian, you were unconscious for 24 hours. You must have a good rest.


Out? Where did she go?


I don’t know.


Where’s Messiah?


She’s resting. Do you want me to call her?


Forget it. Let her rest.

Huo Mian knew she’d get no information from Messiah anyway.

I’m hungry. I want food.


Miss Mian, what do you want to eat? We’ll make it for you.


I want pork and celery dumplings.


What?

The maid obviously didn’t know what she meant.
After all, they were not in China, and the maid had never heard about this Chinese food.

I want to eat dumplings.
Huo Mian sat in the chair sulkily and began to pant.
She truly wanted to eat dumplings, especially dumplings made by her mother Yang Meirong.
She missed the black pepper pasta made by her husband.
She missed the sweet and sour pork ribs and deep-fried meatballs made by her mother-in-law.
She missed Pudding and Little Bean, wondering what they were doing.
She wondered what happened to Su Yu in that explosion.
She had too many people and things on her mind.
She lowered her head and tears slid down her cheeks.
She knew what happened during the day wasn’t a dream. That woman said she was her mother for a reason.
After seeing Jing De come back from death, Huo Mian was very suspicious of the Lin Yan who claimed to be her mother.
It was midnight in the headquarters of GK Group.
Qin Chu worked late until 9 PM and was about to leave the building.
The moment he walked into the elevator, the lights in it went off suddenly.
Then he felt… he wasn’t alone.