Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  Looking at Xiaojie’s clear, deer-like clear eyes, Nan Zhi’s heart softened and she pulled open the door, wanting to run towards him.

  But when she saw her Xiaojie, she quickly stepped back.

  Then turned her head.

  Nan Zhi’s heart that was at her mouth went back down like sinking into a deep, bottomless valley.

  It was cold and painful.

  Did her Xiaojie not want to acknowledge her as his Mommy already?

  When she was pregnant with him, she was only 18 years old, it was the most beautiful youth of her life. She suffered many contemptuous looks and ridicule when she her belly was big but she did not regret giving birth to him.

  It was him who brought her happiness that no one could give.

  He had always been the most important treasure in her heart. But now, her darling was ignoring her.

  After Xiaojie turned around, tears blurred his big and bright eyes.

  But he did not cry.

  He must be a strong and good boy.

  He quickly raised the back of his hand to wipe his eyes and turned around again to look at the woman standing at the door of the study.

  He did not see wrong or was hallucinating.

  His Pretty Zhizhi really came to find him.

  Daddy did not lie to him!

  As long as he was obedient, Pretty Zhizhi would come back to him.

  Nan Zhi lowered her eyes, her heart felt like it was pierced by a sharp object. She covered her face with her hands and did not dare to look at Xiaojie, who seemed to dislike her.

  Xiaojie saw Nan Zhi’s shoulders shaking and knew that she must have misunderstood. He strode with his long and slender legs, unable to control his excitement and ran towards his Pretty Zhizhi excitedly.

  But he ran too fast and fell on the ground accidentally.

  Instead of getting up immediately, he shouted softly, “Pretty Zhizhi.”


  Nan Zhi heard his childish voice and took her hands off her face.

  Looking at him lying on the ground looking at her with a pair of big, round and wet eyes, Nan Zhi’s heart ached.

  She came to him in a few big strides and picked him up.

  “Are you hurt anywhere?”


  Xiaojie scrunched up his delicate and beautiful features, looking pitiful. “It hurts so much.”


  “Where does it hurt? Let Mommy see?”


  As soon as Nan Zhi finished speaking, the little kid’s soft body plunged into her arms.

  Two fair and tender arms wrapped tightly around Nan Zhi’s neck.

  “Why hasn’t Pretty Zhizhi become smarter? Brother Jie fell on the carpet, why would it hurt?”


  She was criticized by her son again!

  Well, this feeling was so kind and beautiful which she had not felt for a long time.

  Nan Zhi stood up with Xiaojie in her arms and turned around several times. “You’re heavier. Mommy can hardly carry you.”


  “It’s because I grew taller, Pretty Zhizhi is really silly.”


  Nan Zhi carried Xiaojie to his room.

  His room was huge, it was almost twice as big as Nan Zhi’s bedroom. The bedroom was connected with the study and the closet.

  It was luxurious and magnificent, the standard extravagance of a noble.

  Nan Zhi put Xiaojie on the big bed. She sat beside him and touched his hair. “You hairstyle is really nice.”


  “Pretty Zhizhi, a woman cannot touch a man’s head. But Brother Jie gives you an exception, only you can touch it.” Xiaojie looked up, his black eyes staring at Nan Zhi like a little grown-up.

  Nan Zhi smiled, her heart warm and sweet.

  Even if everyone had changed, she still had her mother and Xiaojie.

  “Pretty Zhizhi, where have you been this past year? Didn’t you miss me?” Xiaojie jumped out of the bed and took out a sketchbook. “Look, I learned how to draw in school. I draw one of Pretty Zhizhi every week.”


  Nan Zhi flipped through the sketchbook from the front. At first, he did not draw very well but after that, he drew better and better, and looked like her more.

  “Although I didn’t see Pretty Zhizhi in person, Pretty Zhizhi’s appearance has always been in my mind.”


  Looking at Xiaojie’s beautiful long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings while talking, Nan Zhi’s heart turned soft and she pulled the little fellow into her arms with her eyes red……

  When Mu Sihan went upstairs to Xiaojie’s room, the woman and child were leaning against the headboard of the bed. The woman was holding a famous book in her hand and was reading softly to the brat in her arms.

  The brat had already fallen asleep, his eyelashes long and thick, his delicate little face had a satisfied smile on it.

  Mu Sihan stood at the door for a while until Nan Zhi noticed him.

  Nan Zhi put Xiaojie on the bed and was about to stand up when Xiaojie snuggled into her chest.

  Seeing this, Mu Sihan’s face darkened.

  Nan Zhi gently patted Xiaojie’s back for a short moment and when he was sleeping soundly, she left a note on his desk……

  Mu Sihan drove Nan Zhi back personally.

  Nan Zhi figured out one thing after seeing Xiaojie.

  She looked sideways at the man driving. His well-defined side profile flickered in the dark, the car had excellent shock resistance, the air around them was so silent only their breathing could be heard.

  But the aggressiveness and intimidating air exuding from him was so thick and heavy it made one unable to breathe.

  Nan Zhi pursed her lips and broke the silence. “It was you who specially arranged for the auntie to bring me into the palace, right?”


  If it was not arranged by him, how could the auntie have met her during her morning run on the hill?

  How could he have found out it was her squatting under the desk when she meowed?

  So he was not so cold-blooded that he would not let her see her child.

  Mu Sihan did not speak. His palm suddenly reached over, grabbing her soft hands and putting it below his lower abdomen.

  Nan Zhi’s breath tightened and drew back her hand like it was electrocuted. She glared at him furiously. “You can’t do that!”


  The man glanced at her, a devilish smile on his lips. “Can’t do what?”


  Nan Zhi tried to keep herself rational and calm. “I can’t be your mistress.”


  “Two years.”


  Nan Zhi furrowed her eyebrows, the blood in her body rushing to her face. She was angry and her eyes flashed. “Mu Sihan, stop daydreaming.”


  She was not even willing for two days, let alone two years!

  “Now that you have a family, treat your wife well. Don’t be unsatisfied with what you have and don’t humiliate me again. Mu Sihan, you know the thing I hate the most in my life is mistresses.”


  Without waiting for him to say anything, she pushed open the door, wanting to get out.

  But her fingertips had just touched the door handle when she was pulled back to the seat by a great force.

  The man’s tall body pressed over her.

  The dizzying yellow light drew out the cold and fierce contours of the man’s face. She pursed her lips, clenching her jaw, a faint trace of indignation on her face.

  “What happened after you and Gu Sheng fell off the cliff a year ago?”