After returning home with the child, her ex-husband knelt down and gently coaxed her.

She thought Cheng Shao would be furious after she said those words, but to her surprise, she saw admiration in his eyes.

"I think I know why that kid west Yan likes you now."

Cheng Shao poured hot tea into her cup. "Talking with you, I'm even interested in mentoring you."

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Cheng." An Ning smiled gently, her hands lightly resting on the cup. "I come from an ordinary background and have never thought about doing anything earth-shattering. I just want to live a peaceful life with my family."

As she spoke, Cheng Shao's gaze suddenly fell on her fair wrist.

"Miss An, is there a mole here?"

An Ning looked at the inside of her left wrist, somewhat puzzled. "Yes, I was born with it."

"It's quite a coincidence." Cheng Shao stared at her mole. "My wife and I both have a mole on this spot on our wrists. I thought my wife and I were already very destined for each other, but I didn't expect to be so destined for Miss An as well."

Cheng Shao then looked at the tea snack she had just taken a small bite of. There were several kinds of snacks on the tea tray he handed her, but she chose persimmon cake.

"Miss An, do you also like persimmon cakes?"

An Ning was surprised that the other party would ask this question. She looked at the tea and snacks on the plate, smiled politely, and said, "The persimmon cakes are relatively sweet but not greasy, and the fruity aroma is more refreshing than the floral aroma."

She glanced at Cheng Shao's thoughtful expression and asked with a smile, "Mr. Cheng, do you also like persimmon crisps?"

Cheng Shao shook his head and smiled, "My wife likes them. She always prepares persimmon cakes when she drinks tea, so I also make it a habit to prepare persimmon cakes among the many tea snacks."

He gazed at An Ning's features and chuckled, "If it weren't for the conflict between you and Wan Wan, I think my wife would really like you."

......

At 3 p.m., the airport was bustling with people.

An Ning sat in the waiting room, waiting to board the plane from Beijing to Yunnan.

In three days, it will be Lu Xiyan's engagement banquet.

She opened her phone, but the message she sent, "How is Cheng Wanwan?", went unanswered.

From last night until today, the other party hasn't replied with a single word.

Perhaps he's busy preparing for his engagement party right now.

An Ning felt a wave of disappointment. The more resolute she was in front of Cheng Shao, the less confident she felt inside.

She stared at the three letters "L.XY" in the chat box, her eyes lingering with affection.

"Lu Xiyan, the next time we meet, you'll be someone else's fiancé, so I won't bother you anymore."

Both morally and logically, it should end completely.

An announcement came over the airport's loudspeaker. Anning tapped the screen and sent a text message.

Putting her phone away, she took a deep breath, held back the tears welling up in her eyes, and pushed her luggage to board the plane.

......

[Congratulations on your engagement! Lu Xiyan, may you be happy forever!]

A text message lit up on the phone screen.

The man sat in the car, his eyes fixed on the text message, his fingers trembling slightly as he held the phone.

What does it mean to suddenly send this text message?

These were just a few ordinary words, yet they struck him with a slight, sharp pain in his heart, making his breathing involuntarily become heavier.

I tapped the reply box a few times. [What's the deal with ten million?]

He deleted the words he had just typed and replaced them with another sentence: "If it weren't for the lack of money, would you still be coming back to Jinghai?"

He pinched his slightly aching temple, then deleted and retyped: [Let's chat.]

Just as he was about to click send, he frowned, thought for a moment, and dialed the number.

A few seconds later, the phone emitted a notification sound indicating that the other party's phone was switched off.

He frowned, sent a message, and then turned off his phone. What kind of trick was this?

A black luxury car was parked on the side of the road. Jiang Yao sat in the driver's seat and looked at the man's cold face through the rearview mirror. He was about to get engaged, but he didn't see any happiness.

"President Lu."

He suddenly spoke, pointing outside the car, "It's Miss An's child."

The person in the back seat looked in the direction he was pointing.

It really was that brat.

I didn't expect to run into them again.

Lu Xiyan put away his phone, rolled down the car window, and saw a child squatting on the sidewalk by the roadside not far away... feeding a cat.

He carefully broke the sausage in his hand into pieces, then gently placed it on the ground, tilting his head to watch a little tabby cat eat it with relish.

Lu Xiyan looked at his serious expression and suddenly chuckled, thinking that he was quite kind-hearted.

As if sensing something, Xiao Anxian suddenly turned around and looked back.

With just one glance, the child saw the man's handsome face through the lowered car window.

"uncle!"

His eyes were bright. He fed the cat the rest of the sausages in his hand, stood up, slung his little backpack over his shoulder, and ran towards the black car.

Just as Zhao Ligang realized what was happening and chased after them, she saw Xiao Anxian standing on tiptoe and leaning against the car door.

Half of the child's head peeked out from Lu Xiyan's window; the soft, fine hair looked healthy and shiny in the sunlight.

He wasn't in the mood to play with the kids today, but somehow he still opened the car door.

"It's hot outside, come up."

The air conditioning was on in the car, and Xiao Anxian climbed in and sat next to him.

Seemingly noticing his mood, he tilted his head and asked in a childish voice, "Uncle, are you unhappy?"

Fine beads of sweat glistened on his small nose, and his large eyes were clear and sincere.

Lu Xiyan was somewhat surprised. "How can you tell I'm unhappy?"

Xiao Anxian tilted her head and looked intently into his eyes. "My mom says that when people are happy, their eyes are bright. Uncle, your eyes aren't bright today, so you must be unhappy."

Lu Xiyan suddenly paused, realizing how familiar those words were.

"Ningning, people's eyes can speak. When you're happy, your eyes are bright and beautiful. When you're pretending to be happy, your eyes are dull. So, your emotions can't lie to me."

"uncle!"

The child stretched out a hand that looked like a white lotus root, "Here, have this."

Lu Xiyan snapped out of her daze and looked at his fair and clean palm. "Chocolate?"

The child nodded earnestly, "Mmm!"

Lu Xiyan took it; it was a chocolate wrapped in gold paper, and he recognized the brand.

"Did your mom buy this for you?"

He chuckled and asked, "Having ten million really makes a difference; you can afford this chocolate now."

The next moment, however, the child said, "No."

He looked at the round chocolate in the man's hand. "My mother said it was given to her by a very important person, and that eating it will make her happy."

Lu Xiyan's hand, which was playing with the chocolate, suddenly tightened. His brows furrowed slightly as he suddenly remembered that night in his car when he casually tossed a box of chocolates to her.

When she finished the last piece, she held out her palm to him and asked, "Do you want some?"

Lu Xiyan suddenly found the thought that had suddenly arisen in his mind somewhat ridiculous. How could it possibly be the same one from back then?

An important person? Is this how she lies to children?

Is it the same as lying to him that Xu Zhijun isn't his biological father?

To leave a three-year-old child who doesn't even know who his father is!

"But there's only this one."

As Xiao Anxian said this, her eyes were fixed on the chocolate in his hand.

"Reluctant to part with it?" Lu Xiyan returned the chocolate to him.

"It's not that I'm reluctant to part with it." The little guy shook his head and didn't take it, his tone a little disappointed. "I'm afraid that if Uncle is unhappy again, I won't have any chocolate to give him."

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiyan's heart skipped a beat.

In the past few years, he has heard a lot of nonsense in the business world.

But I never expected that the words of a three-year-old child would warm my heart.

He asked, amused, "So you only had this one, and you didn't even eat it yourself, but you gave it to me?"

Little Anxian nodded, her eyes shining. "I want to make Uncle happy!"

Lu Xiyan's lips curved into a smile. "Why?"

"Because I like Uncle!"