After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

"What's wrong, Wanwan?"

Xie Jinghan's voice carried a barely perceptible hint of panic.

Liu Qingwan did not reply. She lowered her head, her dark hair falling down, obscuring the fleeting darkness in her eyes.

Her shoulders shrugged slightly as she held the infant tightly in her arms. Her posture was not one of care, but rather like she was guarding a precious treasure that could never be taken away.

She would never allow her child to become like her past life.

He rushed forward, his warm hand about to touch his wife's back, but Liu Qingwan suddenly trembled, as if burned, and pulled back inward, protecting the child even more tightly.

Xie Jinghan's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes filled with astonishment.

He knew his wife had suffered greatly during childbirth, but this sudden resistance made his heart tighten inexplicably.

Liu Qingwan slowly raised her head, her face pale to the point of being almost transparent, with beads of sweat still clinging to her forehead. Only her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, a light that contained surging emotions—exhaustion, pain, and even a chilling obsession.

She took a deep breath and looked back at the child in her arms.

"Jinghan," her voice was tired and hoarse, "I'm tired and want to be by myself for a while."

Xie Jinghan frowned, about to speak and persuade her, but when he saw the stubbornness in his wife's eyes, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He had always respected Liu Qingwan, and at this moment he was even less willing to upset her.

"Then I'll carry Ranran out. You rest well, and call me anytime if you need anything."

He lowered his voice, his gaze falling on the child's exquisitely beautiful face, full of tenderness.

"Need not."

Liu Qingwan refused almost immediately, "No need to take him out, Ranran can stay here with me, I'll take care of him."

As she spoke, she tightened her arms even more, and Xie Xingran, who was in the swaddling clothes, seemed to be uncomfortable from being squeezed, letting out a soft "ee-yah" sound.

Xie Jinghan frowned even more, looking at his wife with concern: "Wanwan, you just gave birth, your body can't take it..."

"I'm fine."

Liu Qingwan interrupted him, looked up at him, and forced a faint smile on her face. "I'm really fine, Jinghan, you have to believe me. I can only feel at ease when Ranran is here."

Seeing her like this, Xie Jinghan felt increasingly uneasy, but in the end he couldn't go against his wife's wishes.

"Okay," he conceded, his tone full of helplessness. "I'll be in the side room. Whatever you need, just call out and I'll come right away."

"Okay, sure."

Liu Qingwan responded softly, but her gaze had already eagerly returned to the child in her arms, without even glancing at Xie Jinghan's departing figure.

The door creaked shut, shutting out all outside sounds. The room fell into an almost frozen silence, with only Liu Qingwan's slightly heavy breathing and the occasional soft babbling of the baby.

"What's going on? The atmosphere feels a bit awkward..."

Xie Xingran, still in her swaddling clothes, seemed to sense the strange atmosphere around her. Her big, watery eyes blinked in bewilderment as her gaze fell on Liu Qingwan's face.

His chubby little hands stretched out from the swaddling clothes, waving, and happened to touch Liu Qingwan's soft, long hair that fell over her shoulders, and he instinctively wanted to grab it.

"Eeya..."

But Liu Qingwan seemed to be stimulated by this sudden touch. Her body stiffened slightly, and then a strong tenderness welled up in her eyes, a tenderness that was also wrapped in a chilling darkness.

She didn't move, letting the child clutch her hair, her slender fingers slowly stroking the child's delicate face.

The fingertips, slightly cool in temperature, traced across the child's forehead, nose, and cheeks with a gentle touch, as if caressing a rare treasure, yet the force carried a subtle sense of control.

"What's going on... something feels off."

Xie Xingran's little brows furrowed slightly. He wasn't a normal baby, and he sensed the unsettling aura emanating from his mother. He felt that Liu Qingwan was somewhat similar to his older brother Xie Yanfeng when he was angry, and his waving little hand subconsciously paused.

Liu Qingwan was completely unaware of the child's unusual behavior; her thoughts had already drifted back to her past life.

Images from my past life flooded back like a tide.

The grown-up Xie Xingran held a long sword, waved her hand, and ran towards others, her face bearing a bright smile she had never seen before.

Xie Xingran acts coquettishly towards others, listens to their opinions, and even turns around and accuses her of being too controlling;

Finally, Xie Xingran traveled far and wide, seemingly forgetting his parents, and never returned home. Liu Qingwan was very worried about him, but the letters she sent out never received a reply.

Although she missed her son terribly, Liu Qingwan understood that a man's ambition lies in exploring the world, so she didn't go looking for him. Instead, she looked at Xie Xingran's increasingly brightly burning natal lamp to ease her longing and worry.

After seeing her son again, Xie Xingran fell into demonic possession and destroyed the Heavenly Silk. She perished in a sea of ​​fire amidst endless longing and regret.

"No...we can't do that anymore."

Liu Qingwan murmured to herself, the tenderness in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a deep darkness, like a deep sea brewing a storm.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and the pressure she applied to the child's face unconsciously increased, causing Xie Xingran to let out another small whimper.

But Liu Qingwan didn't let go. Instead, she bent down and pressed her cheek against the child's soft swaddling clothes, her voice as gentle as a warm spring breeze, softly enveloping Xie Xingran.

"Ranran, my darling, I love you... You're the one I love most."

Her breath brushed against the child's cheek, carrying a warm scent.

As she spoke, she gently wrapped her long hair around the child's small hand that was clutching her hair, tightening the strands as if weaving an airtight cage.

Xie Xingran seemed to sense the restraint, and shifted her small body uneasily, letting out a pitiful whimper.

He was shocked: "What the hell? My mother in this life is a control freak again???"

Liu Qingwan immediately stopped her entanglement and began to soothe her gently again:

"Be good, Ranran, be a good girl."

She gently patted the child's back, but her eyes grew increasingly dark and obsessive. "Don't blame your mother, I'm doing this all for your own good."

"Only by staying by your mother's side and being protected by her can you be safe and happy forever... Everything your mother does is for you."

"Don't blame your mother..."

The light inside the room gradually dimmed, illuminating Liu Qingwan's gentle yet sickly and obsessive face.

In her previous life, she and Xie Jinghan were completely devoted to this son, wishing they could offer him the best of everything in the world, showering him with endless love and giving her boundless freedom.

But they forgot that they had never taught him what was right and wrong, what the bottom line was, and had never given him any proper guidance.

Finally, he watched helplessly as Xie Xingran gradually strayed from the right path, became entangled by his inner demons, and ultimately fell into the demonic path, never to recover.

At that time, all she could do was cry out in anguish.

"It's all our fault..." Liu Qingwan's fingertips trembled slightly, her eyes brimming with intense guilt and self-reproach. "It was Jinghan and I who ruined you..."

She suddenly remembered something, and a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes. Perhaps it was because Heaven could not bear to see her regret and the tragic end of her child that it gave her this chance to be reborn.

She must not repeat the same mistake, and she must not allow the tragedy to happen again.

In this life, she will personally discipline this child, using the strictest standards to restrain him, teaching him propriety, integrity, and a sense of shame, teaching him to distinguish right from wrong, and shaping Xie Xingran into a gentle, refined, and elegant gentleman, protecting him for a lifetime of peace and stability, ensuring he never goes astray again.

Liu Qingwan's gentle, almost eerie tone pierced Xie Xingran's ears, each word like a fine needle, making his whole body tense.

He was overwhelmed by this unfamiliar sense of oppression and felt uncomfortable, so he urgently called out in his mind:

"System! System! Are you there?"

He said with a hint of panic, "Wake up! Wake up!"

He glanced furtively at his mother, who was holding him, and the obsessive look in her eyes sent a chill down his spine. "Did you choose the wrong person? Is this really my mother in this life? Something doesn't feel right..."

His tone and demeanor are no different from those of the Xie family members who controlled him in his previous life!