ronged, pouted her mouth, and looked at Lin Meng unhappily.Jiang Mu was stunned, and only then did she realize the relationship between the child in her arms and Lin Meng!Is she his mother! How could...Chapter Name: 173

Sniffling, she choked back a sob and took the initiative to snuggle into him. She reached out with both hands, wrapping them around Rong Ling's neck, pressing herself against him. Her soft little mouth kissed his face repeatedly, touching his cheek, nose, lips, and chin...

Like a lover's comfort!

Each touch was filled with warmth and acceptance, her gaze unwavering throughout.

"Rong Ling..."

She spread her legs, accommodating his desires, murmuring softly, chanting his name.

"Rong Ling...don't scare me...I was wrong...running away from you, it was only for the child...I want this child...but I also like you...like you...like..."

"Rong Ling... I like you... I like you... Like you..."

Regardless of how humble the offering, he only wished for this man who seemed to be on the brink of madness to regain his sanity.

He finally pulled his hand from her neck, but he kept hold of her waist. With a swift movement, he flipped her over so she was lying face down, and then he thrust into her heavily from behind as if he didn't want to see her face!

At an unknown time and for an unknown reason, she ignited the deepest darkness in his heart, which raged for four years, desperate to destroy her own.

After a storm of passion, he roared and collapsed onto her, transferring all his weight onto her fragile frame. She struggled to catch her breath, though she found him heavy, she only furrowed her brow, silently enduring it. He probably sensed this, rolled over, and fell off her, lying on one side. Feet in the air, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, he seemed lost in thought. He looked as if his soul had emptied, his heart no longer here, but adrift somewhere else.

He has never made such an expression before!

His cold eyes were also hollow, with nothing inside them.

She held back her discomfort and leaned in. Seeing him like this, her heart ached, so she lowered her head and gently kissed him, until the soft kisses landed on his eyelids. Only then did his eyes come alive. He reached out and pushed her away, jumped off the bed at once, picked up his suit pants, pulled out a cigarette from inside, lit it, and took a drag.

She looked up and sat up in bed with effort, pulling the blanket over herself to partially cover her nudity.

He naturally noticed her gaze. He stood there for a while, then walked back and sat down on the bed, facing her, silently smoking a cigarette. He looked rather gloomy, his whole being seemingly enveloped by an inescapable black web that seemed to repel her approach as well.

She moved, shifting closer to him. She reached out and encircled his waist with her arms, her slender body slowly leaning against him, her head resting against his back.

"

Róng Líng, you shouldn't look like this...

"

She hesitated for a moment, pursed her lips, shifted her body again, reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling it towards her chest. The thin blanket slipped down, revealing her smooth skin as white as porcelain. She held his hand, pressing his broad palm against her soft chest, her heart beating rapidly beneath it.

"Don't do that, it hurts me to see this..."

She frowned, knelt up, and leaned in to kiss his face. Then she reached out and grabbed the cigarette from his mouth. Seeing him squint slightly, she suppressed a flicker of fear and leaned closer to his lips, extending her small tongue to lick his lip. Taking advantage of the slight loosening of his lips, she quickly pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and then kissed him tenderly several times.

Holding a cigarette between her fingers and setting it aside, she knelt on the floor, slightly raising her head to look at him. "Ruan Cangsheng has helped me a lot, and I am very grateful to him. He's old enough to be my father, and it's impossible for anything to happen between us. To him, I only have respect, the same as I do for my father, so..."

She blushed slightly, licked her lips, and continued explaining awkwardly: "So that...that time, I didn't want to talk about him, this...it was very embarrassing..."

He then snatched the cigarette from her hand, which she was about to light. She hastily tried to grab it back, pleading softly, "Don't smoke, please! It's bad for your health!"

But then he turned and extinguished the cigarette on the bedside table. My heart felt light with joy.

"Divorce him immediately!"

"Ah!"

"Divorce from Ruan Cangsheng immediately!" He glared at her, not negotiating, but commanding!

She frowned, a look of distress on her young face.

"No!"

He instantly grabbed her delicate face, his eyes swirling with a tempest of fury as he roared, "What are you coveting from him! The CEO of a company already on the verge of collapse What could he possibly have left! Perhaps a little money in the bank, but out of that, how much can you even get! If you want money, I'll give it to you!"

"It's not about money!" she tried to explain to him. "I never craved his wealth. He helped me, and I owe him a debt of gratitude. I can't divorce him now."

“Revenge!” He suddenly sneered, the mocking expression on his lips intensifying. “You’re quite chivalrous, I see, knowing to repay kindness. If someone helps you, you must repay them with your life and blood, but it seems you've forgotten about one person!”

Lin Meng suddenly felt uneasy.

"Those in your family raised you, and you repaid their kindness. Xiao Yi helped you, and you repaid his kindness. Now that Ruan Cangsheng has helped you, you still repay him. But what about me Where have you placed me Their kindness is kindness, but my kindness is not kindness! You can calculate their accounts so clearly, yet you deliberately omit mine! Lin Meng, this is unfair to me and too hypocritical! Either don't repay kindness, or if you do, repay it all together!"

Lin Meng felt like his brain was about to explode from what she had said. He stared at her, his eyes cold and piercing, even with her head bowed low, she could feel the chill of his gaze fixed on her skull.

Well, speechless

She bit her lip, looked up, blinked her pitiful eyes, and her fair face flushed red all at once.

“This… This is the same, isn’t it!” she softly whined. “You… you are my man! I owe you, don’t I Isn’t it just natural…”

Observing his face carefully, she continued, "They... are different from you... of course they should be separated..."

"Well then, you owe me now, don't you!"

Although he said it that way, his tone still carried anger, but the malice on his face had dissipated a lot. The title "her man," coming from her mouth, inexplicably made him feel pleasant! Although, when you think about it, he was still the one who came out worse off. But anyone could tell, from her tone, that no other random person could compare to him!

"When are you divorcing him!" He hated her being associated with someone else!

She thought for a moment before replying, "Grandpa, you're not sick, are you Let's talk about it later!"

She didn't want to talk about the divorce. Otherwise, Rong Ling would get angry and spill everything. She was afraid that the three sons of the Ruan family would never listen to her again and disobey her subtly. Now she was still their legitimate stepmother, the head of the household, and in charge of the company. Once they divorced, she wouldn't be able to control those three boys anymore. That way, she would completely ruin her grandfather's plan and betray his kindness.

"About the divorce, please don't bring it up again for now, and don't tell anyone else, okay" she pleaded, looking at him.

His face darkened again, and he glared at her fiercely. He clenched his fists until they cracked. "You better not have anything to do with that old man, or else--"

He paused, his unspoken words carrying a threat that was clear as day.

She, however, laughed. Originally there wasn't much between her and the old man, so his threat was truly something she could ignore.

In fact, she allowed this man to do this to her time and again, almost indiscriminately catching her and stripping her clothes off, partly because she felt indebted to him. Even without his reminder, she knew deep down that the person she owed the most in this world was the one standing before her. However, there were many ways to repay a debt, not all of them required offering up her body. If it weren't for this man, she naturally would have other ways to repay her debts. Letting this man have his way again and again, until finally she had to lower her voice and appease him time and time again, was all because she wanted to be with him.

For four years, she dedicated herself to becoming a better version of herself. It was all for her confidence, so she could stand by his side with assurance. Across the ocean, she couldn't help but think about him. Four years had passed, and he was now thirty-three years old. With his large family and substantial wealth, logically, he should have settled down long ago. She, across the ocean, felt a twinge of anxiety, fearing that one day he would marry another woman. But she always suppressed her anxieties, entrusting everything to fate. Yet, after four years, this man remained unmarried – what a joyous thing!

Can she delude herself into believing that this is an opportunity bestowed upon her by heaven, a favoritism from the heavens; or can she be so narcissistic as to think that this man has actually been waiting for her!

So, in her battle with this man, she lowered herself time and again!

Sometimes, when couples are in love, there's no need to nitpick every little thing. It's okay for her to make some compromises. Just like four years ago, she also had a temper tantrum and did things that made him furious, but in the end, he also compromised.

"Rong Ling…"

She really wanted to ask him, if she actually divorced the old man, would he immediately marry her! But facing his sharp gaze like a knife edge, this impulse was instantly suppressed by her.

He gave her a cold glance and lay down expressionlessly.

She lay down beside him, rubbing against him, propping her head up with her hand and looking at him.

"Rong Ling, you...have you ever thought about getting married!" She couldn't hold back, or maybe she was just impulsive, but the words flew out of her mouth.

He narrowed his eyes, then closed them, giving her the impression that he didn't want to deal with her.

She muttered, propping her head up and staring blankly at the man's handsome face.

"Want to marry me!" He suddenly spoke, his voice in the silent night so clear, so piercing like an arrow shot into her heart, lifting it high. For a moment, she was dry-mouthed, her ears beginning to uncontrollably blush and heat up. There was excitement, panic, and...

He suddenly opened his eyes, his icy gaze in the dim light like a pool of cold spring water under a clear moonlit night, deep and dark, yet crystal clear and chilling.

"Don't get any ideas!"

The intense sarcasm was like a bucket of cold water poured over Lin Meng's head. His soaring spirits plummeted like a deflated balloon, crashing back down to earth with a dull thud that sent a sharp pang of pain through him.

He smiled enigmatically, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. She imagined her face must be incredibly flushed, every ugly thought she'd harbored laid bare by this man. Shame washed over her, and she quickly lowered her eyes, frantically letting go of his hand. She turned onto her side, hoping to disappear from his gaze.

The man lay beside her, so close that she could smell his scent—a faint tobacco mingled with the fragrance of fresh grass. But this breath stabbed at her heart with pain, and she couldn't help but tear up.

She felt too useless, like a child. She cried easily when someone said something to her. This wasn't good, and she didn't want the man to see her like this when he turned over. So, she turned over herself, then pulled the blanket around her, moving away from him a little.

The man reached out to pull the blanket, and she shrank back, her body rising slightly. She let the blanket be pulled away by half, leaving herself wrapped in a small portion. This made her feel a little cold, she curled up even tighter, but she just didn't want to move closer to the man.

She was hurt!

She's not a stuffed animal. Even if she gets punched, it's like she wasn't hit at all.

So, tears welled up in her eyes and overflowed, sliding slowly down from the corners of her eyes, across her temples. She covered her mouth with her hand, stifling her sobs, keeping her eyes open as she stared to the side, letting the tears wash over her face again and again.

Wailing, silent, it can only be the sorrow of one person!

Although she was once so close to the man beside her, inseparable, even now lying in the same bed, some things are simply meant to be unshared! It's perhaps slightly better than sleeping in the same bed but dreaming separately, but not much.

She pressed her lips together, breathing deeply, trying over and over to push the tears back. But they flowed out like a flood breaking its banks. The man's breath was near, almost touching her nose, making it impossible for her to remain unaffected.

She quietly lifted the covers, slowly sliding out of bed. The moment her toes touched the floor, a man's voice rang out from behind her, cold and sharp as ice.

"Where to!"

She tensed her young frame, swallowing back several choked sobs. With all her might, she strained to maintain a normal tone of voice, uttering two words.

"Have a bath!"

She stood up, almost at a run, eager to get out.

Men are such astute individuals, nothing escapes their ears, not even the slightest tremor. This included her voice, slightly off-key. He sprang up, dragging her back and pinning her to the bed. Her tear-stained and reddened face was exposed to him with painful clarity.

He narrowed his eyes, a cold fury dancing within them!

She forced a smile and composed herself, saying again, "Let me go. I just need to wash up."

"You're smiling so grotesquely!" He reached out and tore her smile apart.

She couldn't hold back her tears any longer and cried even harder, bursting into sobs.

"Let me go..." she whimpered, struggling weakly. After being mocked by this man once, to cry in front of him again felt utterly pathetic!

"Then you want to marry me!" He raised an eyebrow, his tone playful.

"No way!" she retorted defiantly.

He had his own answers in mind. "If that's what you want, why did you marry someone else! With my status, I couldn't possibly marry a divorced woman!"

I said, I didn't think so!

Tears streamed down her face, washing away the pain. She had thought about it, step by agonizing step, but she wasn't longing for it! Even if she didn't marry him, she was still Lin Meng, and she would still live well. In this world, whoever left whom, they could all continue to live on.

Then stop crying!

"If I want to cry, is it any of your business"

He glared at her, snorting coldly. “Then cry!”

She pushed him away, about to get out of bed. He held her tighter, pressing her heavily against his chest.

"If you want to cry, you can only cry in my arms. You're not allowed to go anywhere else!"

"Not that domineering!" She hit him with her hand. "Watching others cry like this, you find it amusing! Not as bad as you!"

"I'm so awful!"

She was so angry that she bit him on the chest.

He merely frowned, enduring it silently.

She helplessly closed her eyes, tears streaming down his chest. When she released him, her tears had soaked his chest. Her heart seemed to grow cold as well. She opened her swollen red eyes, a stubborn smile curving her lips. Her head poked out from Rong Ling's chest, her eyes locked onto his, and she said in a measured tone: "Rong Ling, I will definitely repay you for what you owe me!"

At that moment, her eyes were so determined it was frightening!

Once she stood on equal footing with him in terms of interests, what distinguished him from the rest

Rong Ling's face instantly changed, her shoulders tightened in his grip. With a sudden roll, he pinned her beneath him, growling in a rough voice.

"You'll never be able to pay me back! You owe me for life, and you'll never be able to repay it!"

Her eyes welled with tears, her sorrowful black orbs like two shattered fountains, shimmering with broken light. Her raven hair, startlingly beautiful, spread out around her face, encasing her pallid complexion, whispering a quiet sorrow that resembled a painting, destined to etch this grief into eternity.

He frowned impatiently, growling low. "Don't cry!"

She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

He pursed his lips tightly, rolled over to lie beside her again, and ignored her, remaining silent.

In the silent room, for a while, there was only her occasional choked sobs.

Like that, about seven or eight minutes passed, he suddenly spoke, but it was as if he were talking to himself.

“When I was in the army, my captain always praised me, saying I had the best patience in the whole team. No matter what kind of mission it was, I could always complete it patiently and successfully. My comrades also said that I was extremely patient, able to stay still for three days and three nights for a goal. They said I was destined to be a soldier and would surely reach the pinnacle of my military career. However, I knew myself that my patience wasn't actually that good, and only my third uncle saw through this, so he agreed to let me retire from the army and go into business.”

He suddenly shut his mouth.

And Lin Meng, though still sobbing, had quietly pricked up her ears. Suddenly hearing him fall silent, she was at a loss as to what had happened!

Then, after two minutes had passed, he continued.

"Lin Meng, it's not that I have good patience. It's that for different goals, I have a different tolerance level. I can complete the task because I haven't exceeded that tolerance level. Lin Meng, I also have a tolerance level for you. Four years, my tolerance is almost gone. If you were two more years late, maybe we wouldn't be lying together like now. Maybe when I saw you, I would tear you apart!"

She shivered, a chill running through her at the malice in his voice.

“My comrade once told me that if I wasn't born in this era but reincarnated during the Warlord Era, I would definitely become a ruthless warlord, killing countless people. I'm not a good person, Lin Meng, don't push me. I'm running out of patience. You better be obedient and stop pushing me!”

She blinked, and two round tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

He rolled over, pulling her into his arms with a forceful grasp. His large hand pressed against her head, bringing it close to his chest.

She couldn't see his face, only felt his jaw pressed hard against her temple. Then he said in a low voice: "If you have the guts, find a way to let me marry you. Crying won't do any good!"

She blinked again, and two more tears rolled down her cheeks, but then she didn't cry anymore.

After a moment's thought, she reached out and hugged him around the waist, then nestled her head against his chest and closed her eyes lightly.

"I'm tired, I want to sleep..." she mumbled hoarsely.

He hummed in response, indicating he heard her, then pulled the blanket over her.

She nuzzled against him one more time in his arms before falling asleep peacefully.

In the middle of the night, the little guy got upset again. Because he drank too much in the evening and was woken up by his need to urinate, he lay in bed but found Mommy was gone. The little guy felt angry in his heart and mumbled grumpily.

"Mommy... Mommy..."

Mommy has never done this before, she just disappeared without a word. The little guy just arrived in a strange environment. Although he is brave and more mature than other children his age, he is still a child after all. This house is big for him, and there are many people living here, but the only person he knows and can rely on is Mommy.

Mommy disappeared, he was terrified.

"Mommy..."

The little boy rubbed his sleepy eyes, trying hard to open them. Then he climbed out of bed and walked out of the room barefoot. The hallway was pitch black, lit only by the faint glow from the bedroom door.

"Mommy..."

The little boy pouted and shouted loudly, heading towards the guest room.

Lin Meng was utterly exhausted today. Attending a banquet was like fighting a battle, and after returning, she fell asleep immediately. Rong Ling kept teasing her for a long time, then she cried until she was drained. Now that she had finally slept through, she was naturally immersed in her dreams and difficult to wake up.

She didn't hear the little guy's cries, but that doesn't mean Rong Ling couldn't. Although this man had left the army, some of his habits were still like those he had during his service. As soon as the little one cried, he woke up. He opened his eyes and first saw a pure little face. The woman in his arms slept soundly, breathing lightly, she was truly beautiful— someone wouldn't want to disturb her!

Hearing the little one's cries, he frowned and gently removed Lin Meng's arm from his body. Then, he quickly got out of bed and pulled the covers over her without even bothering to straighten them.

If the little guy keeps calling out like that, he's bound to wake up the little lady!

Rushing, Rong Ling threw on his pants and ran out, shirtless. Before the little guy's hands could start knocking, he had already pulled open the door. The little boy was still half asleep and didn't recognize him. Seeing a figure dash out from behind the door, he instinctively pounced forward and hugged the person's thigh.

"Mommy, where did you go!"

Rong Ling's face darkened.

"Mommy, hush-hush…"

Solve your physiological needs first! People from the Rong family know what the most important thing is!

Rong Ling's face darkened again, thinking to himself that this child wasn't having any problems, was he Why was he waking up so frequently at night!

"Mommy, hush..."

The little one hummed, waiting for mommy to take her hand to the restroom!

The little boy was clinging to Rong Ling's thigh like a tangle of noodles, grinding against him. He covered his stomach with one hand, his tiny brow furrowed in pain, looking as if he was holding it in with great effort.

Rong Ling thought to himself, if he could find this place, why didn't he just go to the bathroom

Although he thought so, he still bent down and picked up the little guy, heading for the bathroom. The little guy was dazed and hadn't realized there had been a change. He squinted his eyes and entered the bathroom, then yawned and walked out. Dazed, he saw a figure and walked over, grabbing the person's pants.

"Mommy, it's time for bed."

The voice is drowsy, tender, like a child who hasn't grown up!

Rong Ling bent down again and scooped him up. The little guy wrapped his small hands around his neck, rubbing against him in his arms, mumbling and humming as he closed his eyes. But deep down, his wild nature still reminded him that something wasn't right.

Mommy is soft, not this hard. Mommy smells good, not this smell.

"Mommy!" the little guy called out in confusion, then struggled valiantly against Zhou Gong before finally managing to pry open his eyes. Then, the figure that had always been a bit blurry slowly came into focus before him!

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The little boy's eyes grew wider and wider, his small mouth slowly turning into a big "O"!

Even though the person in front of me is partially obscured by the dim light, I can tell that they are not my mother.

"Who are you!" The little boy frowned, trying hard to straighten his soft body. But he was too sleepy, his body was just so soft, he couldn't straighten his small spine all at once and show his little manliness!

This Rong Ling is such a clever person. Since he decided to handle this little guy himself, he must have already thought of a strategy.

"Who are you!" he asked him back.

The little boy's eyes widened in surprise, burying himself in her arms and letting out a defiant snort. "This is my house! What are you doing here!"

Well, the little guy blinked again, and suddenly he felt like he knew this person.

The hallway was dark again, with the lights off. The little guy could only see Ling Rong vaguely because of the dim light.

Well, Rong Ling didn't show any malice toward the little one. He just found it novel to tease him a bit.

"Is this your home Then how am I here!"

"Huh! " The little fellow let out a yawn and suddenly felt dazed. He shook his head, trying hard to dispel the drowsiness and clear his mind.

This kind of combat power is quite admirable to Rong Ling. But Rong Ling was a master at this, even if the young man tried his best to stay clear-headed, Rong Ling still had the ability to fool him.

"How did you get into my dream"

"Huh!" The little fellow didn't quite understand. His delicate face, just like his mother's, looked soft and squishy, as if it would be easy to pinch. Rong Ling reached out and gently pinched him.

"Say, how did you get into my dream!"

The little guy is still a child, with limited intelligence. How could he possibly compete with Rong Ling's cunning He was immediately knocked unconscious, his logic completely shattered.

“Dream…” the little guy mumbled, then remembered that when he woke up his mommy wasn’t around. After looking at the dark surroundings, he also felt like he was dreaming. The little guy was delighted and chuckled. He had dreamed before, many, many dreams, but this kind of immersive dream, he had never dreamed of it before.

"It wasn't me who ran into your dream, it was you who came into mine!" The little guy poked Rong Ling's face like a small adult, then mimicked Rong Ling and pinched his face with soft little hands.

Rong Ling raised an eyebrow, but wasn't angry. Instead, he found this bold little boy more and more interesting the more he looked at him. Strictly speaking, this was the first time he had truly played with his son.

"Uncle, who are you, and what's your name!"

The little guy now had some spirit, excitedly patting Rong Ling's face with his hands. Rong Ling immediately pinched the little guy's cheek and retorted: "Alright, even if I ran into your dream, a guest shouldn't introduce themselves first, right You say it first, what's your name"

"My name is Youyou!"

The little guy was straightforward and directly stated his name.

"Uncle, it's your turn now!"

Rong Ling smiled mysteriously and naturally wouldn't tell this little one his name.

"My name, I've already told you!" This despicable man, who is so bad even children can see through him, intends to keep deceiving everyone!

"No…" The little guy was well-behaved for once, though he expressed doubt, he still tried very hard to remember if he had forgotten his uncle's name. Then he thought and thought, shaking his head, racking his brains, pondering for a long time.

Rong Ling was also quite patient. Holding the little one, he just stood there watching as the little one swayed their head.

The little guy shook his head at first, but then his eyes widened all of a sudden. His two tiny hands grabbed Rong Ling's face tightly, and he leaned in, trying to see him clearly!

"I... have seen you..."

The little one suddenly blurted out something amazing!

Even if Rong Ling was toppling over, he wasn't flustered. He let the little one's small hands knead on his face. Anyway, once the little one woke up and couldn't find him, they would naturally assume that everything was a dream.

The little fellow suddenly took his face and rubbed it against Rong Ling's face. After rubbing affectionately for a while, the little fellow giggled and shouted: "I know!"

Rong Ling immediately reached out and covered the little fellow's mouth, whispering, "Shh—"

So loud, you'll wake his mommy up!

The little guy rolled his eyes, squinted and smiled, nodding heavily. Then, when Rong Ling's big palm released his small mouth, he also learned to imitate it, plugging his own mouth shut with a finger placed on the edge of his lips, he whispered softly: "Shh—"

It's like sharing a secret together!

So cute!

Rong Ling couldn't help but reach out and rub the little guy's head. The little guy squinted his eyes, coquettishly rubbing against Rong Ling's palm, then after Rong Ling retracted his hand, he smiled mischievously.

“I know who you are, oh I remember now!”

Rōling found it interesting, a hint of a smile played on his lips as he remained hidden in the shadows. "Oh, who am I!"

The little guy suddenly became a bit shy, lowering his head and playing with his two small hands. He seemed a little embarrassed to speak up. But after all, he was Rong Ling's seed, shyness wasn't his character. Then, he heard him say in a childish voice, in a very small voice: "You are my daddy, right!"

Rong Ling was taken aback. She hadn't expected such an answer to come from the child at all. This...was it a coincidence, or...

The little one seemed to have received some kind of confirmation, suddenly lifting his face, eyes shining brightly at Rong Ling. Then, with a stretched arm and a stomp of his leg, he hugged Rong Ling like a little monkey, calling out happily.

"Daddy, I miss you... Daddy, daddy..." (Daddy, I miss you... Daddy... Daddy)

The little guy called softly, as if unable to express the joy in his heart. He rubbed his small face against Rong Ling's shoulder, neck, and chin, over and over again...

Then, taking advantage of Rong Ling's moment of narrowed eyes and contemplation, the little fellow blurted out his thoughts in English.

“Daddy said he wasn’t my father, that my real father was here, and Mommy would take me back to find him. But Daddy said Father was hard to find, and told me to be good and not tell Mommy that I already knew Daddy wasn’t my father, and not to keep asking Mommy for Father.”

Mommy gets very tired when she looks for Daddy. Daddy said, I have to be a good boy and not trouble Mommy, and not make Mommy too tired.

Then, Dad said, "If I'm good, Daddy might come to find me himself." Dad said, "My daddy is very capable and powerful, more capable than other people's daddies." Hee hee, I've only dreamed of Mommy oh, Mommy said that only very close people will appear in my dreams oh, so you must be my Daddy, right!"

Rong Ling remained silent, neither nodding nor shaking her head.

"Little guy, don't be discouraged, still happy as ever. "Daddy, you might not recognize me," he said, "Dad told me that before I was even born, Daddy wasn't with Mommy anymore." Well, it doesn't matter, Daddy, let us get to know each other again so that next time you will recognize me."

"Well, my name is Youyou. Only people who are very, very close to me can call me Youyou. My full name is Lin Chengyou. It's Mommy's Lin, the bearing Cheng, and the blessing of heaven You. Put together, it means being blessed by heaven. Daddy, you have to remember that, okay It's easy to remember."

Seeing Rong Ling's silence, the little guy was not convinced and tugged at Rong Ling's neck with all his might.

"Daddy, you read with Youyou, Lin Chengyou, read it, read it!"

Rong Ling couldn't bear it, so he softly repeated what was said.

"Read it many times, otherwise, Daddy might forget about Youyou when he wakes up!"

The little boy's face immediately showed a childlike sadness. His dark eyes, just like his mother's, were filled with tears as he silently looked at Rong Ling.

Rong Ling's heart was pierced by a sharp pain, a sour ache. He recited it several times according to the child's request.

The little guy was very pleased, affectionately touching Rong Ling's small face, and softly said: "Daddy, you must not forget Youyou, oh. If you forget Youyou, be careful that when Youyou wakes up, she won't talk to you anymore."

"Won't forget," Rong Ling whispered softly, lowering his head as if possessed and pressing a kiss to the child's forehead.

The little guy squinted and smiled, then opened his rosy little mouth and yawned sleepily.

"Sleep now!" Rong Ling patted the little guy's back and carried him towards the bedroom.

"Youyou doesn't want to sleep, Youyou wants to talk to Daddy!" The little guy stubbornly kept his eyes wide open, his small hands tightening their grip on Rong Ling's neck even more.

As they went into the room, Rong Ling smartly pressed the little boy's head against his chest, preventing him from seeing clearly. He then found the wall lamp and switched it off. In the moonlight, he carried the little boy onto the bed.

"No!" The little boy struggled, like a small animal.

"Good boy!" Rong Ling said in a coaxing tone, but there was still a hint of authority in his voice. "Go to sleep!"

The little guy pouted and retorted, "But Youyou has been sleeping all along. This is a dream! Youyou shouldn't sleep in a dream. Youyou should play with Daddy!"

"What are you playing" Rong Ling smiled and pinched the little guy's cheek.

The little guy was actually exhausted, his body soft and he could barely move. He really couldn't play anymore. He yawned again, big and wide, and rubbed against Rong Ling’s body.

"I'm not playing anymore, Daddy, you talk to Youyou. Youyou has so many things to tell Daddy!"

"That's fine!" he agreed, and to go with the flow, he lay down beside the child, pulling the blanket over them both.

The masculine scent surrounded the little one, and the warmth of his body was like a comfortable bed. The little one nestled comfortably in Rong Ling's embrace, humming softly with a slight squint. His small mouth worked diligently up and down.

"Hmm, I want Mommy to find Daddy quickly... Oh... It's okay to change... Daddy can also come find Mommy... If Mommy doesn't recognize Daddy... Well... Youyou helps Mommy... Youyou can help Mommy recognize Daddy... Hmm... I want Daddy and Mommy to be together soon... Then... Daddy takes Youyou to play... Youyou wants... Uh... To beat up those bad guys who make Youyou feel sad without a Daddy... Hmm... Beat them all away..."

Rong Ling immediately narrowed his eyes, a hint of fierceness appearing in the corners! Hearing this, there was still someone bullying him!

"... Daddy is sick... He doesn't come out to play... He doesn't play with Youyou... Youyou wants a healthy daddy... To play together... With mommy..."

The quilt enveloped him and Rong Ling, the temperature was too warm. The little one couldn't hold on any longer, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, then he couldn't control himself and blinked slowly. Even his childish words became incoherent, but when the little one was about to fall asleep, he still mumbled unconsciously.

"Daddy can't... forget Youyou, ... wake up... remember... please, Youyou will also... remember Daddy's..., don't forget..., promised..., pinky swear..."

The little boy wiggled his little finger, in the void, he didn't know if he was hooking up with anyone, but the corner of his mouth curled slightly upwards, as if he had made a contract with someone. He looked happy and satisfied. Finally, the little boy fell silent, unable to resist the call of sleep, and drifted off to sleep.

Rong Ling looked at the little guy like this, his mood was a bit complicated. He quietly accompanied the little guy to lie down for a while, he touched the little guy's tender little face, and then carefully planned to get up. But even in his sleep, the little guy's small hand was hugging Rong Ling's neck, as if afraid he would run away. Actually, Rong Ling could pull the little guy's hand down, but he suddenly felt a little reluctant.

This night, his heart has already been gently touched by the little hand of the child.

The bond between parent and child, the ties of blood, are a wondrous thing. The chemical changes that result from this are difficult to erase easily.

After a moment's thought, he directly scooped up the little boy and walked towards the guest room next door. Finally, he gently placed the little boy on the bed. He didn't dare to put him directly into Lin Meng's arms because under the blanket, Lin Meng was completely naked. Even if it were his own son, he wouldn't have the right to touch his mommy like that.

Rouring picked up Lin Meng's sleeping clothes, and while she was half asleep, he put the clothes on her, then gently placed the little girl beside her.

The little boy probably sensed Mommy's scent. He wriggled his body, like a kitten, crawling towards Lin Meng's side and nudging into her arms. Rong Ling watched from the side, took off his pants, climbed onto the bed, gently pulled the little boy out a bit, and brought him into his own arms. The little boy smacked his lips, didn't make a fuss, and naturally nestled further into Rong Ling's embrace.

Rong Ling stretched out his long arm and draped it over Lin Meng's small waist. He brought both the child and the adult into his embrace.

Thus, the scene was like this: Lin Meng's head nestled in Rong Ling's shoulder, the little one's head nestled in Lin Meng's shoulder, their backs leaning against Rong Ling's chest. The three of them, with a handsome man, a beautiful woman, and a tender child, were both pleasing to the eye and heartwarmingly cute. This family of three exchanged breaths with each other, looking at each other as if they were inseparable.

The moonlight, like water, streamed into the room. Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but soften, their faces tinged with a gentle warmth, and ripples of color spread outward...

...First published by Xiao Xiang Academy....

Rong Ling had mastered the skill of appearing and disappearing like a ghost. By the time Lin Meng and the little guy woke up, he was naturally nowhere to be seen. What puzzled Lin Meng was how the little guy had gotten into her arms. Upon further thought, she figured that the little guy probably got up again in the middle of the night, so Rong Ling had brought him over. What unsettled her was whether the little guy had seen anything he shouldn't have. Or perhaps, when he saw Rong Ling, did he find something strange

Carrying my heart in my hand, I woke up the little one.

The little guy squinted his eyes and headed to the bathroom. Then, he stood on a stool to squeeze toothpaste and wash his face. After wiping his face, the little guy perked up.

"Mommy!"

The little boy suddenly turned his head, looking at Lin Meng with a smile. His cheeks were flushed, revealing a hint of excitement.

"What's wrong" Lin Meng asked with a smile. Although she was uneasy inside, seeing her precious son in front of her made her feel that if things reached the point where they couldn't be hidden anymore, she would also be willing to tell her son everything.

The little boy chuckled, tilted his head, and after a moment, said, "Mommy, I had a dream yesterday..."

But he said no more.

Lin Meng asked curiously, “What did you dream about!” It seemed like the little one was very happy!

The little guy shook his head and giggled, looking like he was holding a wonderful secret all to himself.

"Can't you tell Mommy!"

The little kid shook his head and playfully stuck out his tongue. "I forgot…"

He said he forgot, but the smile at the corner of his mouth and the twinkle in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

Lin Meng didn't continue to ask, because everyone has the right to keep their own secrets. She tried asking the little boy about last night. The little boy only remembered himself getting up and whispering, then being led back to bed by Mommy. He didn't feel anything strange about sleeping in a different place.

Lin Meng let out a sigh of relief, patted the little guy's buttocks, and told him to go back to his room to change his clothes. The little guy ran quickly, put on his clothes, and then dashed out again when Lin Meng entered the master bedroom, brushing past her.

Lin Meng turned her head and glanced at her son. She thought to herself that her son looked very excited this morning. Feeling a little strange, she wondered if she should try to ask her son later if he had seen anyone unusual last night.

She went in to change her clothes and when she came out, she saw the little boy standing at the threshold of the spare bedroom, his face a bit awkward, as if he was expecting something or waiting for something. She frowned, and just then, the little boy suddenly pushed open the door and rushed in.

What's going on!

She was curious, so she walked over and pushed the door open. She saw the little boy running around like a puppy, with his big black eyes wide open, looking for something.

"Yo-yo, what are you looking for!" A jolt of fear went through her, she suspected the little one had run into Rong Ling last night!

The little boy shook his head and ran behind the curtain. He pulled it open with a jerk and peered back. Anyone could see that there was nothing hidden behind the curtain that hung straight down, but the little boy seemed to think something was there. Then, he tiptoed around the small room in a circle. His face turned red, and suddenly he plopped down, his body following suit, and looked under the bed.

"Youyou!"

Lin Meng walked over quickly and crouched down, peering under the bed, but she didn't see anything strange.

"Youyou!" Lin Meng hugged the little one and looked into his eyes, softly asking, "Tell Mommy, what are you looking for!"

The little boy shook his head, his large eyes drooping with long eyelashes as if he were very disappointed!

"Yoyo, tell Mommy, will Mommy help you look for it together" Lin Meng worried.

The little guy pursed his lips, hugged her tightly, rubbing his round head against her chest. He mumbled, "I dreamt of Dad yesterday!"

The little kid is a good child who keeps his promise. Since he promised Ruan Cangsheng's father, he wouldn't mention "father" in front of Lin Meng. So, he used "dad" to replace "father" in his heart.

Lin Meng felt heartache and gently stroked the little guy's head. "Missing your dad!"

"Um." The little boy nodded heavily, then raised his chin and opened his big black eyes, asking confusedly, "Mommy, will Daddy forget about Youyou!"

“How is that possible!” Lin Meng chuckled softly. “Dad will never forget Youyou!”

The little one laughed, and his eyes sparkled again!

"What was Youyou just looking for"

"Dad!" the little boy answered crisply. "I dreamt that as soon as I opened the door, Dad came out of this room!"

"Hee hee…"

Lin Meng thought this was just a child's innocent talk, so she didn't take it to heart.

"Daddy's not here, don't look for him anymore. Go play downstairs, Mommy will make you breakfast!"

The little boy nodded, but after Lin Meng went downstairs to the kitchen, he didn't follow. Instead, at the door of the spare bedroom, he repeatedly performed the actions of opening the door, sticking his head in, closing the door, opening it again, and then looking inside. Perhaps, on one of those occasions when he opened the door, the tall father from his dream would suddenly appear before him.

Until Lin Meng went upstairs to call him, the little boy reluctantly looked at the big door and, holding Lin Meng's hand, went downstairs.

"Mommy, when are we going to invite Cool Uncle over to play at home" the little boy asked, his mouth full of scrambled eggs.

Lin Meng was startled, hesitated for a moment, and finally tentatively asked, "Youyou, last night, did you...see anyone else"

The little boy lowered his head and slurped up the soft yolk, shaking his head.

Lin Mengru felt relieved. "Well, when Mommy sees Cool Uncle, we'll invite him to our house to play, okay!"

"Hmm!" The little guy's eyes lit up instantly, and he replied loudly.

Thinking about the company matters that would keep her busy afterwards, Lin Mengxiang had to arrange where Little Fellow would go. She wanted to send Little Fellow to kindergarten, just like she did in America before. But since she was new to City B and didn't know much about the kindergarten system there, she needed to find someone familiar with it.

She already had a person in mind, which was a friend she met in the United States -- Sun Fei. She returned here a year earlier than her and was a native of this city. It seemed she wouldn't be too unfamiliar with this place. Moreover, Sun Fei's mother was an educator, so finding her would definitely be a good choice.

Lin Meng called Sun Fei, and on the other end, Sun Fei was yelling, saying that Lin Meng wasn't considerate enough. She said that even though Lin Meng had arrived on this land, she only thought of calling her now. When Lin Meng brought the child to Sun Fei's house, Sun Fei immediately hugged the child and kissed him left and right, saying that she wanted to adopt the child and wouldn't give him back to Lin Meng.

"Mommy—"

The little guy dragged out his voice, looking at Lin Meng with resentment. He had been defeated by Sun Fei's enthusiasm. Lin Meng had made a lot of friends abroad, including enthusiastic exchange students, and Sun Fei was one of the most enthusiastic among them. Every time she saw the little guy, she would hug him without hesitation. That enthusiasm scared the little guy!

Sun Fei fiercely "nipped" the little fellow once, before finally letting him go. The little fellow immediately dashed away, standing at a distance and glaring straight at her.

Sun Fei burst into laughter. "Little fellow, acting cool again Others would beg for Aunt Fei's sweet kisses, but you don't know how good you have it!"

The little boy pouted and burrowed into Lin Meng's arms, letting out a grunt of displeasure. "Ugh!"

Sun Fei, upon hearing this, laughed even harder.

She likes kids, being an advertising creative person, she has a sharp eye. She was instantly captivated by Lin Meng, so she persistently befriended her, secretly hoping to get Lin Meng to star in her ads. When she saw Xiao Youyou again, she drooled over him, exclaiming "He's grown so much!" That's how Sun Fei, the beautiful woman, forged an unbreakable bond with Lin Meng and her daughter. Throughout their interactions, Sun Fei repeatedly persuaded the mother-daughter duo to do an ad, promising to personally direct them to stardom, ensuring a flood of wealth. However, her plans constantly failed before Lin Meng and her son. But this didn't stop the beauty-loving Sun Fei from continuing to intrude into their lives. Xiao Youyou practically grew up under Sun Fei's watchful eye. So Sun Fei enjoys teasing him, relishing his scowls, and finds his cool demeanor endearing. In a sense, Xiao Youyou feels like her nephew.

Lin Meng and Sun Fei chatted for a while, catching up on each other's lives since they parted ways. Then, Lin Meng explained the purpose of her visit this time.

"This is my responsibility!"

Sun Fei readily agreed without hesitation.

"By the way, I've saved quite a bit of money this year. Could you help me manage it"

Since they were all good friends, Sun Fei wasn't hesitant to ask Lin Meng for a favor. Before, when she was in China and Lin Meng was abroad, transferring money back and forth was quite a hassle, so she wasn't willing to get involved. Now that Lin Meng had returned, there was no reason for her not to take advantage of Lin Meng's connections. Sun Fei had already witnessed the power of Lin Meng's resources firsthand. Keeping this money in the bank, with its meager interest rates, couldn't even keep up with the accelerating depreciation of the Chinese yuan. It would be better to invest it and let the money generate more money. When it came to financial management, she was completely clueless. But now that she had this golden Buddha right in front of her, she could spend the rest of her days in blissful comfort.

Lin Meng smiled and glanced at Sun Fei. "Okay, but I have to say in advance that if I lose, don't blame me!"

"Well, well, don't blame you, definitely not blaming you. If I make a profit, I'll give Xiaoyou a big red envelope. If I lose, hehehe..."

Sun Fei reached out and pinched Xiaoyou's tender little face viciously. "If we lose, then it's like giving Xiaoyou a New Year's red envelope early, hehe…"

The little guy puffed out his cheeks and reached out with his tiny hand to pinch Sun Fei. He knew his strength couldn't compare to an adult's, so attacking was far more effective than defending at this moment.

"You, stop teasing Youyou!"

Lin Meng looked at Sun Fei, who was four years older than her but still acted like a child, and shook her head.

"You-you can be quite temperamental, you have to be careful not to anger him!"

"Awww, I feel bad for your precious son!"

Son Fei let go of her hand and smiled at Youyou. The little guy glared at her, snorted, and turned his nose up in the air. Son Fei's heart skipped a beat. She thought to herself, "No matter what, I have to find a way to get this little guy closer to my house so that...like that...and..."

Thinking of the beautiful future, Sun Fei, who had already become a "white bone spirit" as commonly known as a white-collar worker, smiled with her eyes crinkling at the corners! With a grand gesture, she called out boisterously.

"Come on, Yoyo, Aunt Fei will take you to a big feast!"ng for her to lean closer. She immediately shook her head, but he just stared at her intently. Eventually, she gave in, leaning a little closer while trying not to press against him too much. She gent...