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  It had been four years since he last heard her voice.

  “Jiao Chen will be coming here later. We’ll go back after dinner,” replied Su Yue in a soft tone of voice.

  She still sounded nonchalant.

  “Oh.” Ming Ansheng nodded and he smiled bitterly to himself.

  Both of them fell silent again.

  “Mommy, give me marks.”


  Su Xiaojiao turned around and ran towards Su Yue with her drawing.

  She came to Su Yue and waved her drawing eagerly.

  Su Yue received her drawing and Xiaojiao pointed at the three given options.

  The first option was awesome, the second was great, and the last was to put in more effort.

  “Yeah, our Xiaojiao is too awesome.” Su Yue stretched her hand and prodded Xiaojiao’s chubby cheeks. Then she put a tick for the first option.

  Xiaojiao jumped ecstatically and exclaimed, “Thank you, Mommy!”


  She climbed onto Su Yue’s back and put her hands around her neck. Then she gave her a kiss on her cheek.

  The little girl was so adorable that Ming Ansheng’s heart fluttered with overwhelming affection.

  He had an urge to extend his hands and pull both of them into his embrace. How wonderful it must be to hug them.

  Ming Ansheng watched Xiaojiao and Su Yue intently, and unknowingly, someone was watching him intently.

  Beibei was still a child, so he didn’t know how he should describe the way his daddy was looking at Su Yue and Xiaojiao. He couldn’t read his mind either.

  He only knew that his daddy loved Xiaojiao’s mommy.

  Grandmother remarked that his daddy smoked too much every day. Hence, he was determined to make sure that Xiaojiao’s mommy would become his stepmother one day.

  Beibei was hit by a sudden streak of inspiration, and he grinned at Ming Ansheng. “Daddy, shall we eat dinner at Uncle Third Yan’s house?”


  Ming Ansheng’s train of thoughts was disrupted, and he glanced at Beibei with a frown.

  Of course, he knew what was on his son’s mind. He hadn’t been keeping an eye on him, and that was why he had matured so quickly.

  His eight-year-old son was fretting about his happiness.

  And his ridiculous logic of

  And his son was adamant that he lacked a woman.

  Was it that obvious that he needed a woman? Even a child could tell?

  Beibei observed Ming Ansheng’s expression. Although his daddy was frowning, he didn’t seem angry. So he attempted once more. “Uncle Third Yan and Aunt Xuxu are not home yet. Since you’re here, you should wait for them to come back.”


  He beamed brightly as he pointed at Yan Nuoxing, who was playing by himself. “I will go play with Nuoxing for a while.”


  “Go home now.” Ming Ansheng suddenly rose and grabbed Beibei’s hand. He grabbed the boy’s schoolbag with the other hand and strode quickly to the door.

  Beibei was usually very obedient. So when his daddy insisted on going home, he didn’t dare to protest.

  The boy’s mouth sank gloomily, and he turned to Su Xiaojiao and Su Yue. “Future sister, future stepmother. Goodbye.”


  Ming Ansheng and Su Yue frowned at the same time and were both exasperated.

  “Young Master Ming, aren’t you staying for dinner?”


  The father and son had already reached the courtyard when the butler came to greet them.