How to capture the evil villain? I choose to be his mother!

Chapter 210 The Real Dragon Mother of the Dark Villain in the End of the World 17
A familiar call.

This call has appeared in my dreams thousands of times.

Zhu Mo's expression seemed to be both happy and worried, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were slightly dazed:

"You remember? Yes... yes! It's me! I'm Zhu Mo! Your son!"

It was like a reservoir gate that had been closed for many years. Once it was opened, a huge amount of emotion swept out like a torrent.

"Mom, I've been waiting for you. You said you would come back, and I never forgot the promise! Don't worry, I have lived a good life these years. I haven't wasted my life. I eat well and exercise every day..."

He had countless things to say.

Just like when he was a child, he would sneak into his mother's room at night, grabbing his quilt and sleeping at her feet like a puppy, so that he could feel her scent without disturbing her.

As a result, his mother had already been awakened by him. She grabbed him and hugged him, teasing him mischievously and asking him in a low voice about trivial matters such as why he only ate half a bowl of rice at noon.

He didn't feel annoyed. Instead, he liked this intimate atmosphere very much. He would pay attention to the details of life every day and tell his mother about them when he got home.

This habit continued for many years until my mother passed away.

Now, ten years have passed.

Zhu Mo had accumulated a lot of words to say to his mother.

He was like a shop owner who had no one to visit, and finally got a customer. His enthusiasm made him sweat on his forehead, and he was afraid that his sales pitch would make the customer dissatisfied...

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of Zhu Wen's slightly furrowed brows.

Although Zhu Wen didn't say anything, the strangeness and confusion in her expression made it all clear.

As the ice water poured over his head, Zhu Mo felt the chill running down his bones.

The enthusiasm, the excitement, the joy...

All were shattered without a trace.

He stammered and fell silent.

Finally, with a wry smile, he squeezed out a sentence:
"So you still don't remember."

Zhu Wen felt inexplicably guilty and remorseful.

Perhaps it was because the emotions of the person in front of her were too strong, so she could no longer utter a blunt rejection.

She thought about it and explained truthfully:
"I'm sorry, I have amnesia and can't remember anything except my name."

In fact, compared to the distant attitude when they first met in the afternoon, Zhu Wen has softened his attitude.

Logically speaking, Zhu Mo should be satisfied.

But he didn't think so.

Jealousy is like a poisonous tongue that gnaws at your internal organs.

Zhu Mo really wanted to ask——

You have forgotten everything, why didn't you forget that Xi Yao?
When did you have a child like him?

Why didn't you come to see me when you came back?

Do you... still love me?
Unfortunately, these heart-wrenching questions were stuck in my throat.

Eventually it turns into a strong bitterness lingering on the tip of the tongue.

"Well, I see."

Zhu Mo suddenly felt very tired and turned around and left.

Zhu Wending stared at his leaving back, feeling as if his heart was being cut by a knife.

Maybe it's because she doesn't have so many concerns after losing her memory.

So Zhu Wen decisively followed his mood and grabbed Zhu Mo.

Zhu Mo looked back in surprise. He didn't expect Zhu Wen to keep him.

"What are you doing?"

Zhu Wen shook his head in confusion:
"I just... don't want to see you leave sadly like this. You look like this makes me feel uncomfortable."

As she spoke, she covered her chest, not understanding what that bitter and tormenting feeling was.

What she said intuitively made Zhu Mo happy.

He seemed to have grasped something...

Zhu Mo lowered his head, a dark light flashing in his eyes.

When he raised his face again, the corners of his eyes were already red.

He looked like he was about to break at any moment, but he still managed to smile nonchalantly:
"It's okay, Mom... Sorry, maybe I should call you Ms. Zhu? After all, you don't remember anything except the child. You would probably find it strange if I rashly called you mom. So, it's better to call you Ms. Zhu, what do you think?"

Zhu Wen felt something was wrong. However, her guilty conscience overwhelmed all her doubts, and she nodded slowly:

"……it is good."

Zhu Mo forced a smile:

"I know that Ms. Zhu may not believe anything I say now. But it doesn't matter. There is a long time. I will wait until Ms. Zhu remembers me one day."

All the fierce, blade-like sharpness in him disappeared.

He became soft, even fragile.

Zhu Wen obviously prefers soft tactics to hard ones.

She originally had some resistance to this strange person, but now...

Zhu Wen hesitated:

"Why are you sure I'm your mother?"

Zhu Mo smiled helplessly and bitterly:
"Ms. Zhu, no child would mistake his mother."

Zhu Wen's heart was shaken, and a faint joy seemed to spread.

But when she looked into it more carefully, the joy quickly dissipated like a hazy fog.

She had to repeat:

"I'm sorry, I don't remember anything."

Zhu Mo shook his head and said it was okay, and instead acted like an adult tolerating her.

Zhu Wen looked dazed.

Therefore, Zhu Mo proposed at the right time:

"When the quarantine is over tomorrow, don't rush to leave. Come with me, okay?"

Zhu Wen was stunned for a moment, and asked directly, expressing his inner confusion:
"why?"

Zhu Mo tells the truth:

"I want to follow you until you remember."

Zhu Wen frowned:

"What if I can't remember, or what if... I'm not your mother?"

Zhu Mo was silent for a while before he said with difficulty:
"After confirming this, I will leave on my own."

Looking at Zhu Mo's expression, Zhu Wen finally softened his heart.

"Okay, I'll try my best."

Zhu Mo finally showed a hint of joy on his face, and politely asked Zhu Wen to go back and rest early.

Zhu Wen felt that this kind of relationship was not unpleasant, and nodded:

"You too, go to bed early."

As he watched Zhu Wen and Duan Lan leave, the smile on Zhu Mo's face gradually disappeared.

Only Liang Yaodong was by his side.

As for the woman captured by Zhu Wen?

He had already taken the opportunity to run away.

Liang Yaodong held it in for a long time, and finally got the chance to speak:
"Amo, you...are finally crazy?"

Zhu Mo didn't smile, but his eyes were calm:

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

Liang Yaodong scratched his head:

"I always feel that this is not your style!"

Zhu Mo raised the corner of his mouth:
"Then what should I do? Shamelessly pester her and force her to acknowledge me as her son until she completely hates me, then find a new son and live with me without me? Don't even think about it."

Liang Yaodong took a breath of cold air:
"I see. You are trying to retreat in order to advance! But aunt, um, Ms. Zhu too, is it because of amnesia? They actually fell for your tricks. In the past, they were..."

He fell silent subconsciously.

Things that happened in the past have always been a taboo for Zhu Mo.

However, Zhu Mo is not shy about talking about his past with his mother.

Instead, he smiled happily, like the proud, spoiled child he once was:
"Of course! Mom's spirit still remembers me and loves me!"

Who is that Xi Yao!