Looking at that smiling, slightly frightened face, Ning Wan couldn't imagine how the original owner of the body had treated him in order to develop such a subconscious reaction.

She said somewhat stiffly, "It's none of your business, so you don't need to keep apologizing."

Ning Yanshu was momentarily stunned.

Since he could remember, the words he heard most often were his mother's vicious curses: "It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be living in this wretched place."

"I could have had a much better life, but you ruined it all!"

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault, it's all your fault! Why don't you just die?! Why did you have to hurt me?!"...

...

Coming back to his senses from the terrible memories, Ning Yanshu cautiously raised his eyes, scrutinizing Ning Wan.

Is it just my imagination?

She seems to have changed...

...

At this moment, Ning Wan was still immersed in the complex emotions of becoming a mother without pain.

Before transmigrating into the book, she had been single for many years.

Since graduating from kindergarten, I haven't even touched a boy's hand.

Without a boyfriend, she didn't even know how to get along with a child. But now she's skipped all those steps and has a baby—the son of a future villain in a novel.

Tsk.

Life is truly full of surprises and unpredictable changes...

After calming herself down, Ning Wan began to look around at her surroundings.

This is a dilapidated rental house.

The decor was shabby and the furniture was meager.

The white walls were covered in mottled stains, and even the cement floor was dusty and gray. The lingering smell of Ning Wan's vomit still hung in the air…

The starting environment was absolutely appalling.

Turning her head again, Ning Wan saw Ning Yanshu's tense little face.

He seemed very nervous, holding Ultraman in a stiff position, kneeling motionless.

Ning Wan also realized that her tone and attitude had been too cold and harsh just now.

She coughed awkwardly, tried to smile, and asked, "Are you... are you hungry?"

"Mom..." Ning Yanshu opened her mouth timidly, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a slight sob in her trembling voice: "Mom, can I cry?"

"Huh?" Ning Wan was stunned.

What's the problem?

"It should be fine..."

Isn't it said that crying is a child's right and a way for them to release their emotions?

In short, it's like turning on a tap.

Ning Yanshu, who had been holding back her emotions and had not dared to cry, finally burst into tears.

The voice was so excited and loud that it startled Ning Wan for a moment.

She frantically tried to comfort her: "What's wrong?"

Everything was fine just now, wasn't it?

Was it because her tone was too harsh just now?

As expected, she's still not cut out to be a mom (Ｔ▽Ｔ)……

...

"Mommy, sob sob sob..." Ning Yanshu couldn't hold back her sobs: "Xiaoshu... Xiaoshu didn't spill the noodles on purpose, it's all Xiaoshu's fault for not holding it properly... sob sob sob..."

"It's not your fault, it's not your fault. I was the one who spilled it, it's not your fault."

Ning Wan grabbed a tissue and roughly wiped Ning Yanshu's face.

Thinking of that bowl of noodles, Ning Yanshu cried bitterly, "Xiaoshu's noodles, Xiaoshu's noodles are gone... Waaah..."

Such a big bowl of noodles.

There was meat and vegetables.

But now it's all gone, all gone.

"I know, I know, it was Mom's fault. I shouldn't have slammed your bowl down so hard. I'll make you another bowl later, okay?" Ning Wan coaxed gently, "I'll put lots and lots of meat and shrimp in it, okay?"

Perhaps because she was talking to a young child, Ning Wan's tone unconsciously softened.

"……Um."

Ning Yanshu nodded in response, but the crying continued, and she was still pitifully shedding tears.

For the first time, Ning Wan was at a loss with the child.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Ning Yanshu sniffled and sobbed.

He tried very hard to control himself and not cry. Because his mother had said that she hated seeing him cry the most.

But when faced with Ning Wan's gentle gaze, Ning Yanshu couldn't help himself.

He mustered his courage and said, "Mom... Xiaoshu's hand hurts so much..."

"Let me see."

Ning Wan quickly took Ning Yanshu's hand.

The wound from the recent cut by the porcelain shard was still bleeding profusely.

"Do you have a first-aid kit at home? We need to stop the bleeding first, right?" Looking around the empty house, she thought, "Never mind, let's just go to the hospital..."

Faced with Ning Wan's sudden tenderness and concern, Ning Yanshu felt a little dazed.

My whole body felt as if I were in a dream, light and ethereal.

Mom was so gentle and kind today.

Not only did she cook him delicious noodles, but she also didn't hit him even when he broke the bowl. Instead, she comforted him, cared for him, and looked after his wounds...

...

It must really be a dream.

Otherwise, why would the mother in front of me gradually become blurry and unclear?

"My stomach feels a little sore too..."

Suddenly, Ning Yanshu's lips curled into a happy smile, and she said, "But it doesn't seem to hurt that much... Hehe, Mom, Xiaoshu doesn't hurt anymore, Xiaoshu can't feel any pain at all..."

Ning Wan thought that this child might be mentally challenged.

He's spouting incoherent nonsense.

Just as she was about to ask a question, Ning Yanshu slumped to the side and completely fainted.

Seeing Ning Yanshu slumped on the sofa, pale-faced, Ning Wan admitted that she was terrified.

Before she could even examine Ning Yanshu's body, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen.

It felt like being pricked by a million needles, a dense, churning pain in my stomach.

Ning Wan struggled to her feet, holding onto the sofa armrest.

She wanted to find a telephone or cell phone in the house to dial 120 for help.

The foot that had been lifted hadn't moved an inch.

Ning Wan then also fell into a coma and lost consciousness...

...