After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

Xie Xingran watched helplessly as Liu Qingwan's white figure resolutely disappeared into the distance, like smoke blown away by the wind, without any intention of turning back.

He opened his pink little mouth, but the word "Mommy" that was choked with sobs in his throat seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, stuck on the tip of his tongue, and he couldn't utter it no matter what.

Holy crap!

Xie Xingran roared inwardly, her face flushed red, and even her complaints were filled with a fierce sense of frustration.

How could this woman be so heartless? He used all his strength to squeeze out that soft, sweet "Mommy" from his throat!

That was the first sentence he had uttered since his rebirth, and it was of extraordinary significance. How could it have been so utterly ignored, not even making her pause for a moment?

In Xie Xingran's understanding across two lifetimes, what parents in the world wouldn't cherish their child's first cry?

Whether in the world of cultivation or the modern world he lived in his previous life, as long as a little baby calls out "Dad" or "Mom" in a childish voice, no matter if the parents are in a meeting or signing a contract, they will instantly drop everything and rush over like crazy, hugging the child and kissing them nonstop.

Although his father was raised by his elder brother and sister-in-law in his previous life, the Xie family's treasured images clearly recorded this.

When he uttered his first "brother" in his baby talk, the entire Xie family mansion erupted in excitement.

His brothers and sisters-in-law swarmed over, surrounding him in the center, their eyes red-rimmed, vying to hug him.

Especially his usually lively third brother, Xie Zhuoyang, lifted him up above his head, laughed like a fool, and coaxed him to call out again.

Even that brat Xie Weiyao came!

Therefore, Xie Xingran was certain that all elders in the world would be overjoyed at the first call of a child.

But he never expected that he would fall into Liu Qingwan's hands.

Faced with her own son's unprecedented request to speak, she was able to remain completely unmoved, without even stopping her steps.

What's even more infuriating is that his maternal grandmother He Anyao and paternal grandmother Xie were also immersed in the sorrow of parting, their eyes filled with tears as they watched Liu Qingwan leave. Not one of them noticed the little baby's grievances, and no one cared about his earth-shattering cry of "Mommy!"

A wave of disappointment washed over me, followed by a dense mass of grievances, which finally transformed into a raging fire of anger.

Who is Xie Xingran?

In her previous life, she was the little darling of the Xie family, and after being reborn, she became the Fire Marrow Pill Saint and the young master of the Thousand Machines Pavilion. When has she ever been treated with such disregard?

This is an utter disgrace!

Just as he was pouting and trembling with anger, Jiang Huaijin, who had been standing guard beside him, seemed to notice that something was wrong with him.

Those clear, cold eyes softened instantly. She carefully pulled Xie Xingran into her arms, her warm hands gently patting his back, her voice so tender it could melt your heart.

"Ranran, be good, don't be angry anymore, okay? Say it again, call me 'brother,' okay?"

Jiang Huaijin's words finally jolted the two ladies beside him, who were immersed in their sorrow.

He Anyao and Xie Shi seemed to wake up from a dream, and hurriedly squeezed forward, circling around Xie Xingran, their faces full of regret and anxiety.

They each held one of his little hands, their voices soft and gentle, coaxing, "My dear grandson, call me 'Grandma' so we can hear you say that."

"Ranran, my darling, call me Grandma, and Grandma will pick some spirit fruit for you to eat."

Unexpectedly, Xie Xingran turned her face away, raised her chin high, and buried her head in Jiang Huaijin's arms, pursing her lips and refusing to utter a single word.

late!

Why are you only thinking of nagging him now? What were you doing all this time?

Who is Xie Xingran? Is he some kind of nobody who can be summoned and dismissed at will?

He doesn't appreciate belated care and concern!

Xie Xingran held her breath, sulking in her heart, so she simply closed her eyes, tilted her head towards Jiang Huaijin's arms, and pretended to be asleep!

Her brows were still tightly furrowed, but the corners of her mouth were pursed into a stubborn line, clearly indicating that she was throwing a tantrum.

Seeing her grandson's sullen expression, He Anyao shook her head helplessly and didn't insist any further.

She turned to look at Jiang Huaijin, her expression becoming more serious: "Huaijin, please take good care of Ranran during this time. There are many trivial matters in the sect, and I can't leave for a while. If there's anything, just tell Baizhi directly."

Bai Zhi is He Anyao's personal maid and also the manager of the Fire Marrow Pill Holy Land.

With the battle at the front lines in full swing and her husband and children both on the battlefield, the internal affairs of the sect naturally fell on the shoulders of her and Xie Shi, the two women.

Madam Xie also sighed and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "I have to hurry back to Qianji Pavilion. The news of Tianhong and his son's injury has probably already reached back. I need to go back and stabilize people's hearts to prevent villains from taking the opportunity to cause trouble."

Jiang Huaijin held the little one who was pretending to be asleep in his arms, his back straight, his tone calm and reliable: "Madams, rest assured, with me here, I will protect Ranran."

He Anyao nodded, took another deep look at Xie Xingran, and then walked out of the room side by side with Xie Shi.

The footsteps faded into the distance, and in the vast Saintess Residence, only Jiang Huaijin and Xie Xingran in his arms remained.

Jiang Huaijin looked down at the little one's trembling long eyelashes, a faint smile appearing in his eyes. His voice was deep and gentle, as if he were talking to the air: "Ranran, now, it's just the two of us."

Liu Qingwan's departure lasted for two whole years.