Although An Zimo understood this, he had never cried.

Not once.

His eyes were mature and steady that other children did not have. He looked very mature and reliable. An Xiang suddenly saw the haze dissipate, leaving only a clear sky.

She pinched her son's soft little face and said, "Your father is going abroad and can't come here. Mommy invites you to eat out tonight."

Hearing this, An Zimo secretly scolded Pei Yizhou for failing to live up to his expectations and letting things slip at such an important juncture. Then he thought, it would be good to let things go, it would be wonderful to let things go.

"Yes!" He nodded heavily, and Le Diandian went to pack his small schoolbag.

Looking at her son's back, An Xiang slowly drew a smile on her lips. She stood up from the ground. Perhaps she had been squatting for too long, and her eyesight went dark. At the same time, she felt dizzy, and the symptoms lasted for a while.

Feeling relieved, An Xiang slowly walked over.

The heavy rain outside the window has stopped, the fire clouds are burning even more than before, and scarlet blood spreads all over the sky.

An wanted to hold her son's hand and go out. As soon as she came downstairs, a familiar shadow came into view.

She frowned and turned around in the completely opposite direction without moving her expression.

"Think...think about it."

He called her name, as softly as ever.

An Xiang didn't stop, stopped the car and got in, without looking back or looking at him, as if he were a stranger.

An Yanze stood under the dusk, and the blood in his eyes was deeper than the sky.

He pinched his fingers tightly and felt no pain as his nails dug into his flesh.

An Yanze stood there for a long time, staring in the direction she was going. He didn't answer the call slowly until the call came.

"Hello." His voice was hoarse, as if he had been cut by a knife.

"Did you beat Ruoming?"

"Um."

"Ayuan said it's because of Pei Yizhou's human wife? An Yanze, do you have any sense of proportion? Come back quickly!"

Tai Lanyi scolded him, while An Yanze clenched his phone and listened expressionlessly.

He hung up the phone, got in the car and drove directly to An's home.

The An family is the oldest pure-blood family. Because it hates human beings, the An family deliberately chose a remote place away from the crowd when building the house. It has not moved to a location to this day. He parked the car at the door and turned around, walking slowly.

Urgent or not.

An Heyuan and Tai Lanyi were sitting in the main hall. Next to them was An Ruoming, whose head was wrapped into a rice dumpling. An Baozhu and An Cheng were surrounding him. When they saw An Yanze coming in, the three of them cowered in unison.

"Uncle, aunt." After greeting the elders, An Yanze glanced at his younger brother with cold eyes, and when his eyes converged, he became gentle and indifferent.

An Ruoming covered his head, feeling that the wound began to hurt again.

"You made a big fuss in Tiandu today, and the person in charge called." Tai Lanyi's words meant that they knew that this matter had nothing to do with An Ruoming.

"Yanze, you were not like this before. How big a conflict could make you do such a cruel thing to your own brother." Tai Lanyi's eyes were dissatisfied.

The An family cherishes every pureblood, otherwise they wouldn't have kept all their brothers' children by their side to take care of them.

An Yanze is the child they are most proud of. He is smart, outstanding, and has the most special pure-blood abilities.

The An family intended to train him to become the next director, but An Yanze beat his biological brother.

An Yanze didn't express anything, his figure was as slender as a pine tree.

"Your abilities must be passed on to the next generation. I don't allow you to get close to humans. How can your father and I safely hand over the company to you like you are today."

An Yanze's eyes flickered, "I was wrong."

He had a good attitude in admitting his mistakes, and the two of them were no longer willing to blame, "He Ruoming apologized."

An Yanze looked at An Ruoming: "It's my fault today, brother. I bought a manor in the UK and now I'm giving it to you as an apology. It just so happens..." He curled his lips and smiled with a hint of treachery.

"It's clean there and suitable for rest and recuperation."

An Ruoming's breathing was rapid, and the words he had said during the day lingered in his ears again.

An Heyuan didn't notice anything was wrong, and nodded with satisfaction: "Ruoming, if this is the case, just accept it, and don't contradict your elder brother next time."

"Yes...yes." An Ruoming held his head, his voice trembling.

An Yanze said goodbye to his elders, and the moment he turned around, the smile on his lips faded, and only coldness and murderous intent remained in his eyebrows.

He wants to control the An family; he wants to eliminate all unfavorable factors.

Before that, he must distance himself from An Xiang and not let others know her existence. If An Xiang can be safe around Pei Yizhou, then let that person be her protection/umbrella.

Think about it...

An Yanze called her name in his heart, stopped and looked at the house behind him that was swallowed up by the sunset.

He once said that he would protect her no matter what.

That's an agreement, and he won't go back on it.

***

An Xiang was caught in the rain and developed a high fever the next day, accompanied by chest pain and cough. The condition was even worse than last time.

The kindergarten is organizing a group activity today, and every child is required to be present.

Her limbs were so weak that she couldn't stand up. An Zimo didn't need to be taken care of by his mother like other children. He changed his clothes, carried a small schoolbag, and had money in his pocket. It was An Zimo who wanted to buy him snacks. After all,

It happened suddenly and the family was not prepared for anything.

The kindergarten bus would arrive in a few minutes, and An Zimo stood by the bed and looked at her.

"Well, Momo, aren't you leaving yet?" An Xiang struggled to hold up her eyelids and gave him a reassuring smile, "It's okay, dad has arranged a nanny for us, and she will be there soon."

An Zimo's eyes flickered and he stood beside her bed, still refusing to leave.

An wanted to push him, "Go ahead and remember to listen to the teacher."

An Zimo pursed his lips and turned to leave.

The bedroom fell into silence. She turned sideways and coughed one after another, causing her chest to vibrate. An wanted to caress her chest, where the temperature was extremely hot.

When I was drowsy, someone approached me.

An Xiang thought it was the nanny, so she closed her eyes and said nothing. After a while, she realized something was wrong, and turned her head to look into her son's beautiful big eyes.

An Xiang was completely dumbfounded: "Isn't the bus coming?"

"Come and go."

"……ah?"

"I accidentally missed the bus, and the driver was not willing to wait for me." An Zimo took off his hat and schoolbag, "I have no choice but to accompany you reluctantly."

Having said that, there was no hint of reluctance on his face.

An Xiang pursed her lips and smiled.

She knew her son had such a good reputation, but she didn't expose it. She reached out and rubbed his furry little head, "When Mo Mo grows up and has long legs, he won't miss it."

"Well, I will grow taller than Pei Yizhou." An Zimo climbed onto the bed. He was already 175cm tall at the age of fourteen, and could reach 190cm tall by the time he was 18.

An Xiang still couldn't figure out why his son insisted on competing with Pei Yizhou, so he looked at him tenderly and said nothing.

"I'll make porridge for you."

"Ah?" An Xiang shook his head, "No, Auntie will do it for us."

"But I want to do it for you."

An Xiang burst into laughter, "Children can't get angry, it's very dangerous."

"I want to do it." He repeated again, his expression more serious than ever.

An Xiang's smile faded, and her heart felt astringent, sour, and warm. She grabbed the hair and refused again, "Then wait for auntie to come, and let her teach you next to it, okay?"

An Zimo nodded, then took out a book from the bookshelf and crawled next to An Xiang, "Then I'll tell you a story, how about "Walden Pond"." After a pause, "Forget it." With her mother's IQ, it's possible for her to listen.

don't know.

An Zimo struggled over and over again, and took great courage to pull out a children's educational book, the kind with colorful pictures.

""Polite Little Bear", let me tell you this."

He opened the book, lowered his head and told the story seriously.

An Xiang looked at him quietly.

At some point, the gloominess in his son's eyes melted away.

He still doesn't have the innocence and liveliness of other children, nor their ignorance; but he is cleaner and clearer than any other child.

This is her child.

She gave birth to the child after ten months of pregnancy.

"Mo Mo, if your mother is gone one day, you must grow up well."
To be continued...