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

Chapter 267 Ning Chen and Ning Yao Recognize Each Other on the Coast

Ning Yao, dressed in a light white dress, bent over and stretched out her arms to touch Ai Xiu and Bao Ying's heads.

"Mommy and Daddy have hidden your birthday presents somewhere in the marked area. You'll have to find them yourselves."

The two children were thrilled. Even Wen Aixiu, who was usually reserved, was surprised that the gift wasn't something they could just get directly; they had to find it themselves.

This is undoubtedly an adventure, filled with the joy of the unknown.

Older children don't need this trick, but if they're interested, they can still go and get small gifts.

Ning Yao walked up to Ning Moran, handed him the large gift box she had prepared beforehand, and whispered, "Happy Birthday."

Ning Moran's brows furrowed with warmth as she smiled and accepted her birthday gift.

"I thought the shirt was the gift," Ning Moran said casually, making a joke.

“How could that be? Buying clothes normally can’t be considered a birthday gift.” Ning Yao immediately retorted, then glanced at Ning Chen next to Ning Moran, her red lips slightly parted, but she hesitated to speak.

Ning Moran carried the gift box to the side. He had been working out regularly and had pretty good stamina, but after carrying the box for a long time, he actually felt tired and his arms started to ache.

Ning Moran placed the box on the nearest table beside him, staring at it with great anticipation.

What could it be? It's so heavy...

Ning Chen stood to the side, staring blankly at the huge cardboard box.

After the box was opened, inside were rows of small gift boxes, each labeled with a number, starting from 6 and going up to 19.

Ning Moran was rarely moved by emotions. As the saying goes, the higher a person's IQ, the more rational they tend to be. It's really too difficult to move them with emotions.

The reason they are calm is determined by cytokines in their bodies; it is instinctive rationality and instinctive clarity.

But at this moment, Ning Moran's eyes were hot and red. He tried to open his eyes wide and turn back the tears that were already welling up in his eyes.

Over the years, he has been away from his family, and even his brothers and sisters are not by his side. He grew up alone in another time and space.

Ning Moran constantly thinks about finding a way to return to the time and space where her loved ones are and reunite with them.

Over time, he inevitably developed a sense of confusion.

He longs to go back so much, but have his family members already forgotten him and started new lives?

Obviously not. He knew that his siblings and parents shared the same thoughts and were all looking forward to that day.

"Mom, I really like the gift you prepared for me." Ning Moran's voice was a little hoarse. He spoke softly, as if he were laughing or crying at the same time.

"I'm glad you like it." Ning Yao looked at Ning Moran and saw that he was full of emotion. Her heart ached as if something was tearing at it.

Ning Chen watched the whole thing without saying a word, his fingers gently kneading at his side, making a muffled, crisp sound.

Although no gift was prepared for him, he is still happy to be standing by his mother's side, isn't he?

Ning Moran began to concentrate on unpacking the gift box, while Ning Yao picked up a wine glass and looked at her son with a smile on her lips.

While Ning Chen was lost in thought, Ning Yao pulled out an almost identical large cardboard box from under the table.

She dragged the cardboard box slowly past Ai Xiu. Ning Chen caught a glimpse of Ning Yao dragging the box out of the corner of his eye and assumed it was a birthday gift for Wen Ai Xiu and Wen Bao Ying. After glancing at it twice, he quietly looked away.

To everyone's surprise, Ning Yao stopped as she dragged the cardboard box past him.

Ning Chen's back tensed instantly, and he became nervous. By the time he realized it, his palms were covered in fine beads of sweat.

Why did you stop in front of him?

Ning Chen's mind was completely overwhelmed with tension, unable to think straight.

"Here, this is for you." Ning Yao straightened up, moved the box to the table, and patted the cardboard box a few times with her delicate palm.

Ning Chen froze abruptly, seemingly caught off guard, his dark pupils filled with confusion and disbelief.

"For me?" Ning Chen took a while to come to his senses, and almost mumbled the words to himself.

"Yes, it's for you. Would you like to see it?" Ning Yao always had a gentle and accommodating smile on her lips.

"Why did you prepare this for me?" Ning Chen originally wanted to say this, but he swallowed the words back down.

Why? What else could it be? It's probably because his identity has been discovered...

"I heard your birthday is today too, is that right?" Ning Yao's voice was unusually low, with a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying a hint of slyness.

The woman smiled, her gaze towards Ning Chen exceptionally gentle, even carrying an emotion that Ning Chen couldn't decipher.

Shock flashed across Ning Chen's eyes, then he clenched his teeth tightly. All the blood in his body rushed to his head, his calves trembled slightly, and he lost his balance, staggering and bumping into the edge of a table.

Ning Yao's beautiful fox-like eyes flashed with worry, and she immediately stepped forward to grab Ning Chen's hand to help him steady himself.

"Dizzy? Or is something wrong with your body? I'll have a doctor come and take a look at you." Ning Yao let go of Ning Chen's hand and took out her phone to call the doctors at the island villa.

By the time Ning Chen realized what was happening, the call had already ended, and he couldn't bring himself to say anything to refuse.

He's perfectly healthy, except for his hazelnut allergy. He was just... too surprised.

When did Mom find out about his identity?

Ning Chen frowned and turned his gaze to someone not far away who was happily unwrapping a gift.

Did Ning Moran tell his mother? No way, he promised himself he wouldn't tell anyone.

“No need to guess, it was Mom who came up with it herself. It has nothing to do with Ranran. He didn’t betray you.” Ning Yao gave Ning Chen an answer.

"Why?" Ning Chen wanted to know where he had given himself away. Was it just because he was allergic to hazelnuts?

"It's my fault. I didn't recognize you at first. You're nineteen now, and your personality is so different from when you were little. I never thought of connecting you with Sanbao." Ning Yao sighed softly as she said this.

"But the more I get to know you, the more familiar I feel with you. This kind of closeness between mother and son is very subtle and doesn't make any sense."

"Plus, you're allergic to hazelnuts, so you always look at me strangely and evasively."

"You find it unbelievable, right? But I think I was too slow to react, only recognizing you at this moment." Ning Yao's words carried a hint of self-blame. The corners of her lips were no longer upturned, but rather pursed into a thin line, with a faint trace of regret.

“You can disown your mother, you can blame your mother. I’m not saying these things to force you to acknowledge me as your mother. I know I’ve failed in my duty. It’s understandable that you hate me or resent me. It was my fault that you, as young children, ran away from home in a fit of anger back then.” As Ning Yao spoke, her eyes turned red, and bright red blood vessels even appeared on the whites of her eyes. She looked both angry and annoyed.

She was angry at herself, it had nothing to do with the child.

"No." Ning Chen couldn't bear to see Ning Yao like this, and spoke coldly, his attitude extremely firm.

“It has nothing to do with you. I refuse to acknowledge myself as your son not because I still hate or resent you, but because I feel guilty.”

“I blame myself for not taking good care of your younger siblings as the older brother, but instead leading them to run away, which made you sad.”

"I dare not acknowledge you because I am afraid. I am afraid you will blame me, and I feel I am not worthy to be your son..."

As he spoke, Ning Chen lowered his head. The usually proud and aloof man actually lowered his head, and his voice choked with emotion.

Ning Yao felt heartbroken seeing this, so she quickly pulled out a tissue from the side and gently wiped away the tears on her son's cheeks.