Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2505: 2441: No Idea Who She Takes After

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Previously on Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s...
Nian Che recalls his childhood belief that he and Nian Chengcheng were siblings, yet harbors a deep yearning to have been her husband and father to beautiful children, fueling his rage upon her marriage and motherhood. His irrational jealousy led him to seduce multiple women, including initially intending to marry Duan Qingqing before switching to another who bore a child. Confronting Mrs. Nian, Nian Che highlights the resemblance between his daughter Nian Mutong and his own former handsome features, while Mrs. Nian shivers in unease at his eerie gaze reminiscent of his birth mother. He reveals to Nian Mutong that her Nian Family identity was a fabricated arrangement he orchestrated to remove her from their influence.

The discussion halted when the server entered to deliver the meal.

Nian Che stopped speaking, “Everyone, come on, you must all be famished, let's dig in first, eat up.”

His gaze turned to Chiang Xiao, “Little one, no need to hold back, just eat.”

“Keep calling me that, and I might just splash this boiling soup right on your face.”

Chiang Xiao stated directly.

Though they were present, politeness toward him was the last thing on their minds.

Her mention of hurling scalding soup at his face likely evoked memories of his own scarred and burned visage, causing his face to cloud over abruptly.

“Ha, truly wondering whose fiery nature you inherited.”

Those words caused Chiang Xiao's heart to jolt.

Suddenly, that remark appeared. Was he acquainted with her father, or perhaps her mother?

Her mind flashed to Chen Zhu, absent for quite some time now.

She clutched Meng Xinian's hand firmly.

Meng Xinian promptly returned the squeeze.

Dishes covered the table, yet Chiang Xiao and Meng Xinian showed no desire to eat. Nian Mutong remained stunned, her hunger vanished.

In contrast, old Nian and Nian Tang behaved like they hadn't seen food in ages. As soon as the plates arrived, their dread of Nian Che faded, and they began gobbling the meal ferociously.

Chiang Xiao scowled while observing them.

Clearly, Nian Che had confined and deprived them of sustenance before.

This return of Nian Che aimed not just at vengeance against the Meng Family, but also at old Nian for unwittingly leading to his mother's demise and making him depend on others' charity, plus Nian Tang for tormenting him, correct?

Still, the fates of old Nian and Nian Tang held zero appeal for her.

Within the reserved room, silence reigned briefly, broken only by the mother and son devouring their food, as the rest refrained from using their utensils or uttering a word.

Nian Mutong, eyes reddened, stared at Nian Che, “You, if you're truly my father, why reveal it only now?”

In truth, she'd been raised near him. Accepting her as his daughter wasn't a huge leap, yet why the delay in disclosure?

And with this revelation, what was his intent?

Moreover, announcing it before Meng Xinian and Chiang Xiao—what connection did they have to it?

Nian Mutong felt confused.

Nian Che skipped eating himself, instead summoning a bottle of liquor. He filled a glass and swallowed it swiftly.

Afterward, he regarded Nian Mutong and remarked, “Previously, I chose not to mention it. With my permanent return, sharing it with all for our family gathering makes sense, so what's wrong?”

Was there really nothing amiss?

Temporarily, Nian Mutong found herself speechless.

What could she respond? Ought she express gratitude for his constant presence in her life, given her weak bonds to her nominal parents, allowing her to embrace this truth now?

Nian Mutong glanced once more at Meng Xinian and Chiang Xiao, unease stirring within.

Yet, how did this involve those two?

Even supposing she and Meng Xinian were cousins as it appeared, then what?

Meng Xinian rejected the notion entirely, and she saw no value in forging that kinship anyway. His icy demeanor frightened her somewhat.

At first, she genuinely yearned for a brother so lofty, attractive, and influential, but presently, she hesitated to claim him.

“Where is my mother's letter?” Meng Xinian, unwilling to linger, inquired straightforwardly.

He had anticipated a fierce struggle to obtain the letter, yet surprisingly, Nian Che produced it without hesitation.

“Surely you can identify your mother's script, yes? She penned each character personally, have a read.”