Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  Internet user E: [+1. My partners says that every day is Valentine’s Day as long as she’s together with me.]

  Internet user F: [Why is the single person looking for tips here? Ah, perhaps my brain has gone wonky… No, I am waiting for all of you a**holes to breakup… :)))))))]

  Internet user G: […]

  Yu Yuehan knitted his brows tighter and tighter as he read all the Valentine’s Day tips on the internet.

  The purchasing of gifts is easy, but will she like them?

  If not, should he wrap himself up as a gift and send it to her?

  Apart from delivery time and saving energy, it was good looking and durable too…


  At the thought of this, Yu Yuehan suddenly felt that this idea could work.

  Nian Xiaomu might just be so agitated that she would burst into tears upon receiving such a “precious” gift…


  His dark eyes enlarged slightly, and the of pride on his face could not be concealed.

  Yu Yuehan asked, “Where did she go?”


  “The kindergarten that Little Miss attends is celebrating their holiday now, and they have to collect their holiday homework today. Manager Nian has already applied for leave in advance to accompany Little Miss back to the kindergarten,” the assistant reported respectfully.

  In the past, Yu Yuehan would be in charge of attending any of Little Miss’s matters.

  Xiao Liuliu had started to forget her father’s existence now that she had a mother…


  When Yu Yuehan heard this, he took a glance at the time.

  Placing the documents at the side, he stood up from his chair and said, “Get the car ready. Let’s head over and pick them up.”
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  Since Chinese New Year was approaching, there were lanterns and colored banners everywhere that decorated the jubilant atmosphere.

  In addition, today was Valentine’s Day as well; many businesses had launched Valentine’s themed activities with pairs and pairs of balloons and soft toys…


  Xiao Liuliu was too young in the past and did not know many things.

  Now, she threw herself at the car window excitedly and asked a hundred thousand whys when she saw all of this.

  “Pretty Mommy, what is that?”


  “Pretty Mommy, can this be eaten?”


  “Pretty Mommy, Xiao Liuliu has got a piggy toy too—it’s exactly the same as that!”


  “Pretty Mommy…”


  Nian Xiaomu held her soft, cuddly body and answered all of her questions patiently.

  She explained to her the traditional practices in the country.

  As she stared at Xiao Liuliu’s half-understanding, but serious looking face, she couldn’t help it and gave her a kiss.

  “Xiao Liuliu, it’s not Pretty Mommy. You should call me Mommy.” When Nian Xiaomu heard the way Xiao Liuliu addressed her, she seemed to have thought of something very important and lowered her gaze to look at her.

  She hadn’t found a chance to properly explain to Xiao Liuliu that she was her biological mother.

  When Nian Xiaomu thought of this, she carried Xiao Liuliu up and placed her onto her thigh.

  She placed Xiao Liuliu in a position where she could face her. Lowering her head, she stared at Xiao Liuliu’s big dark eyes.

  After some hesitation, she opened her mouth slowly and said, “Xiao Liuliu, something happened to Mommy in the past, and I unintentionally forgot about Xiao Liuliu…”


  “…”


  “However, Mommy loves Xiao Liuliu very much. I love you so, so much. Now that Mommy is back by your side, will you forgive Mommy?” Nian Xiaomu swallowed her saliva nervously after she finished speaking.

  She didn’t know if Xiao Liuliu could understand what she meant since Xiao Liuliu was still so young.

  She didn’t know if Xiao Liuliu could differentiate between biological mom and pretty mom.

  Seeing that she was pursing her tiny lips and did not utter a single word, Nian Xiaomu’s heart went up into her throat instantly.

  It was her fault.

  Xiao Liuliu had not had a mother ever since she was born.

  She had appeared out of nowhere and was in a rush to coax Xiao Liuliu into accepting her. If it were other children, perhaps they would not be able to accept it as well.

  “Xiao Liuliu, it’s my fault…”


  “Are you my real Mommy?”


  Nian Xiaomu had just started speaking when Xiao Liuliu’s childish and tender voice rang out at the same time.