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

A slender figure entered through the door and almost immediately looked towards An Xian's position.

At the same time, she also noticed the man at the next table.

An Ning's steps suddenly stopped.

Her surprised gaze met the man's piercing gaze in mid-air, and her heart pounded.

"Mother!"

Anxian immediately got up from his seat, ran over and hugged her tightly.

Silence seemed to fall all around.

Lu Xiyan could clearly hear the heavy beating of his own heart.

This little boy is her son!

Little Anxian didn't notice anything amiss with Anning. He excitedly hugged her and told her, "Mommy! The handsome uncle is over there."

His fair little finger pointed in Lu Xiyan's direction.

An Ning's hand, which was holding An Xuan's, was trembling.

She had heard An Xian mention during the day that he had met a handsome uncle at the hospital. At the time, she thought it was just a child using adjectives randomly; no uncle could be handsome.

So it was him!

She had found a job and wanted to take Anxuan out for a meal.

The little girl saw how exquisite the Japanese food was in the cartoon and wanted to try it herself, so she asked Zhao Li to bring An Xuan to the Japanese restaurant.

Unexpectedly, I ran into him again in this kind of place.

What a coincidence!

While Anning was still in a daze, the tall man's figure had already stepped forward and was walking towards her.

He stopped a step away from her, and a hint of unfathomable emotion flickered in his usually proud eyes.

His aura remained clear and sharp, carrying an invisible sense of pressure.

"Your son?" he asked.

An Ning felt a tightness in her throat and gripped An Xian's small hand tightly. "Yes."

At that moment, all other sounds seemed to fade away, and Anning heard him ask, word by word, "What's your name?"

An Ning's fingers trembled involuntarily, and she hurriedly looked away.

Before she could answer, the little boy next to her introduced himself, "Uncle, I'm An Xian, you can call me Xian—um."

Before she could finish speaking, An Ning quickly covered her mouth.

His name is An Xian.

"An Xian?" Lu Xiyan's clear eyes scrutinized every expression on An Ning's face. "Xian?"

An Ning's heart tightened, and she quickly said, "It means crescent moon. I like the moon."

Upon hearing this, the man gave a cold laugh.

He stared at An Ning's fair and delicate face, trying to glean something from her eyes. "He's a prawn—"

"Western Banquet!"

Cheng Wanwan suddenly called out the man's name, interrupting his question. She walked to his side in her high heels and greeted him as if she had just seen An Ning, "An Ning is here too?"

An Ning looked at Cheng Wanwan, who was dressed in a haute couture dress and had exquisite makeup. She looked very well-matched with Lu Xiyan.

It looks like the two of them are on a date.

She felt a pang of sadness, and then she heard Cheng Wanwan say with a smile, "What a coincidence! I was just talking to Xi Yan about choosing a wedding dress. An Ning, are you free? How about we have dinner together? You have good taste, can you give me some advice?"

"No, thank you." Miss An took An Xuan's hand. "The little one is too naughty and wants to eat something else, so we'll be leaving now."

"Anning." Cheng Wanwan called out to her, reaching out to tease An Xian's fair face. "So this is your child? I never imagined that your child would grow so big after all these years. Your husband must treat you very well, right?"

When Cheng Wanwan said this, she didn't notice that Lu Xiyan's eyes were dark and brooding.

But An Ning felt a bone-chilling cold.

She smiled and simply said, "I won't disturb your meal."

Then he quickly left the Japanese restaurant with An Xuan and Zhao Li.

Zhao Li didn't understand why Miss An would suddenly leave when Xuanxuan clearly loved eating at this Japanese restaurant.

"Miss An, Xuanxuan, he—"

"Sister Zhao," Anning instructed her, "when you're out in the future, try not to call him Xianxian, call him Anxian instead."

Zhao Li didn't understand the difference, but she still nodded in agreement, "Okay, Miss An."

On the way back, Xiao Anxian leaned against Anning's arms, holding a toy that came with a children's meal.

It's a motorcycle made of small Lego bricks.

The red and black combination is very cool.

He really liked this little toy and held it in his hands, reluctant to put it down.

"Mom," he looked up, "is that handsome uncle Dad?"

An Ning, who was staring at the receding shadows of the trees outside the window, was startled by his question. She looked into his dark, questioning eyes and asked, "Why do you ask that?"

Little Anxian played with the toy in her hand and said in a childish voice, "It looks a bit like it."

An Ning was slightly taken aback; she had never shown An Xian a photo of Lu Xiyan.

Gently stroking his soft hair, she asked, "How is it similar?"

"Mom said that Dad is very handsome, tall, fair-skinned, and dashing..." Anxian looked up at Anning, "That handsome uncle is just like Mom said, and he even gave me things to eat. Xuanxian likes him a little."

An Ning felt a sudden, sharp pain in her heart. Looking at Xiao Anxian's innocent eyes and the similar features to that person, she was speechless with frustration.

Is blood relation really that powerful and magical?

"Xianxian." Anning lowered her eyes and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "He's not my father, he's just... a very good uncle."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Anxian's eyes dimmed, and she looked somewhat disappointed.

Mom always says Dad is great, and that he has a good dad.

But he had never met his father.

Although he didn't say it, he missed his father terribly.

"Mom," he looked up and asked, "Can I play with that uncle later? I really like him."

Anning's eyes stung with tears, and she gently told him, "Xianxian, we can't get too close to him. He's not from our world."

"Why aren't we in the same world?" Xiao Anxuan asked, puzzled. "We're not aliens, we're clearly in the same world."

An Ning was suddenly startled, and a fragment of a memory flashed through her mind.

"Lu Xiyan, I feel like we're from different worlds."

Upon hearing this, the man's lips curved into a beautiful smile as he moved closer to her, scrutinizing her delicate features.

Then, feigning surprise and with a touch of doting affection, he exclaimed, "Wow, I never would have guessed! My baby's an alien!"

She was amused by his sudden actions and words. He could always easily resolve her anxieties and give her a strong sense of security.

"Baby." He gently pecked at her long eyelashes, his smile melting hearts. "Even if we're not from the same world, I'll still rush into yours without hesitation."

"Mother?"

A small, fair hand gently tugged at her finger. "Why are you crying?"