Zhuo Qianyun hugged her son and said, "You know what? You matter the most to me. I don't care what others say about me, but I'll be sad if you get hurt."
The little one nodded with determination in his eyes. "I won't make you sad anymore!"
Zhuo Qianyun smiled gently and touched her son's tender little cheek.
The interaction between the pair of mother and son gave others a warm feeling. Ye Wenming was a little lost in thought at the sight of it.
He had never thought of her as a mother before, but now, he was witnessing her playing her role as a mother with his own eyes.
His mind flashed back to the time she had said with a smile, "When we have kids, you'll probably be the kind of father who’s strict.”
"What about you?" he had asked.
"Me? Probably a loving mother."
"Have you ever heard that a loving mother would foster a useless child?"
"A loving mother like me will make a good mother. I'll teach my child well!"
He did not know how well she taught him, but at least he knew that she was a good mother to her son.
Suddenly, Zhuo Qianyun frowned and her expression changed. Then, she said to the little one, "Lil Yan, talk to Daddy while I go to the washroom."
With that, Zhuo Qianyun turned around and walked toward the washroom at the end of the corridor. One of her hands subconsciously covered the upper part of her right abdomen while she made her way there.
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