.Towards the back of the car, Yua sat motionless, seemingly unaware of his gaze or choosing to ignore it entirely. She didn't turn her head or speak a word to him."Miss Ren, where are you going" she..." "..." Menglan gritted her teeth and endured silently.

Feng Mu put down his water glass, his deep eyes fixed on her, and spoke again.

"Inspiration comes from life. How can you draw a satisfactory design if you've never truly experienced family life"

"What do you mean" Meng Lan seemed to have realized something, her face turning extremely ugly.

"I want to make a deal with you," Feng Mu's fingers gripped tightly, resting on those slender legs, his voice low and serious as he reminded her, "I'll be staying in Yun City for another week. Let me stay at your place."

As soon as these words were spoken, Meng Lan's face turned pale.

It seemed that he sensed her repulsion, Feng Mu's eyes held a trace of pity, and his voice softened.

"Don't worry, I would never try to steal your son. I just want an opportunity to take care of you both and perhaps help you find inspiration."

"Shut up, you're not allowed to say another word!" Menglan's face contorted with disgust as she glared at him, screaming hysterically, "I warned you, Feng Mu, you are not allowed to lay a finger on Niancheng. Even if I quit this job, I will absolutely never agree to your terms!"

After finishing her words, she seemed to have lost all her energy. Her steps faltered, and she almost tripped over her heels.

It's terrifying.

Five years have passed, Feng Mu not only hasn't changed in the slightest, but has become even more terrifying than before.

Once she realized this, Menglan was engulfed by panic and pushed open the door, ready to run out.

But just as she reached the door, Feng Mu suddenly stood up from behind her, his voice deep and solemn as he reminded her,

"Xiaorui, I know that I have indeed made many mistakes in the past. I don't expect you to forgive me, but after all, I am also your child's father. I should at least be given a chance to make amends."

After hearing this, Meng Lan's heart held a deep aversion to Feng Mu. Yet, when she heard his voice, she still stopped in her tracks.

Feng Mu's voice carried a hint of helplessness as he spoke again,

How long do you plan on keeping me from seeing the kids

" Listening to his words, Menglan couldn't help clenching her fists, a struggle flashing in her eyes. "

This is indeed a fact.

Although she truly disliked Feng Mu from the bottom of her heart, blood was thicker than water after all. She couldn't deny that he was...the father of her child!

At this point, Meng Lan's heart wasn't struggling so much anymore. After calming down, she gritted her teeth and spoke up to remind him.

"Let me think about it. Nian Cheng isn't a child anymore, should we also ask for his opinion before meeting"

After she finished speaking, she pressed the door lock. With a click, she pushed open the door and left.

This time, Feng Mu didn't continue to stop him. The tightly furrowed brows gradually eased, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

He knew well that he couldn't pressure Menglan too much.

As long as Menglan opens up, then there's hope of seeing the children and taking care of her and them!

……

Unlike him, Menglan felt incredibly down after leaving the hotel. Once in the car, she gripped the steering wheel and pressed her forehead against it, sobbing silently.

In my heart, it was as if a large hole had been suddenly dug out, an indescribable emptiness.

Actually, even before coming to Yuncheng and giving birth to her son alone, she had prepared for the possibility of Mu Feng snatching him away.

But what she didn't expect was that this day would come so soon.

She cannot deprive her son of the opportunity to be reunited with his father.

But over the past few years, she had become accustomed to relying on her child. At the thought of a possible separation, her heart was ripped apart.

I don't know how long she had cried for, but Menglan finally gathered her emotions and drove to the kindergarten.

She arrived just in time, as the kindergarten had just let out. The children were walking out of school hand-in-hand.

Meng Lan waited in the car for a while before she saw Liu Niancheng's class walk out of the school gate. She observed silently for a while before noticing something strange.

All the other children were holding hands and laughing and playing, but

only —

Liu Niancheng walked at the back, carrying a small backpack, and lowered his head silently, looking listless.

To maintain order, the teacher reached out and pulled a chubby little girl. She reminded her, “Xiao Ya, didn’t I tell you that after school, you need to hold hands with Liu Niancheng Why didn’t you follow my instructions”

"I don't want to!" The little girl suddenly broke free from the teacher's hand, a look of disdain flashing in her eyes. She snorted and said, "Teacher, I don't want to hold hands with Liu Niancheng. My mom said he doesn't have a father!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Niancheng's face turned pale.

Even the teacher's face changed, and his voice became a few points more severe.

"Xiao Ya, you shouldn't speak to your classmates like that."

"Hmph, I didn't get it wrong! My mommy said that kids without fathers have psychological issues and might even hit people!"

As soon as he said that, the other children watching the commotion were scared and immediately huddled together, hiding behind their teacher.

"Will you hit me Waaah, I'm so scared!"

"Mommy, I want to find Mommy!" Suddenly, the children burst into tears, and the teacher hurriedly went to comfort them.

Liu Niancheng watched as the children shunned him, his little face turning red with shame. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he whimpered, "

"

"I don't, I have a father!"

"Do you" Xiao Ya pinched her waist and laughed at him, "I don't believe you. If you really have a father, how come we've never met him"

"I..." Liu Niancheng was speechless, his aggrieved little face scrunched up.

" Niancheng." Just then, Menglan suddenly pushed open the car door and walked out, waving her hand to Liu Niancheng, "Come here."

"Mommy~", as soon as he saw her, Liu Niancheng's eyes suddenly lit up. He opened his little hands and rushed into Menglan's arms.

"Mommy, why are you here to pick me up today Are you not busy anymore~ "

Hearing her son's voice filled with grievance, Meng Lan's heart clenched painfully, the ache spreading gradually throughout her chest.

She hurriedly crouched down, scooping her son into her arms and carrying him into the car.

Meng Lan really didn't want to hear those gossips, so she drove away.

Staring at the busy street ahead, his palms gripped tightly onto the steering wheel, his eyes slightly red-rimmed.

There are plenty of rumors in this small town, and over the past five years, Menglan has heard her fair share.

She had already digested it, but she never expected that this group of people would set their sights on Niancheng.

Meng Lan remained silent the entire way until she drove to the apartment building downstairs. She took Liu Niancheng's hand and walked up the stairs.

Immediately, she shut the door and, holding her son's hand tightly, solemnly began to speak:

"Niancheng, do you want to see Dad"

This was Menglan's first time taking the initiative to bring up... her father, with Liu Niancheng.

The little one seemed frightened, blinking lightly with eyelashes quivering slightly, "Mommy, don't scare me, boo-hoo, do you not want Niancheng anymore"

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