"Yes, Sister Xiaohua, I support you!" Jiali couldn't help but give Ye Dahua a thumbs up.

He Yu rolled her eyes at Chao Jiali in anger.

To be honest, when Xiao Hua compares He Yan's past and present attitudes, she gets angry!

If he had been consistent in his attitude towards her, she would have respected him as a real man!

It was precisely this inconsistency in his attitude that made her look down on him somewhat.

Ultimately, it's just that she's become thinner, fairer, and more beautiful, transforming from an illiterate village girl into a well-read and cultured young woman.

It's so hard for people to admit their own hypocrisy!

"I'm not the kind of person who likes to dwell on the past, but whether it's the past or the present, he and I are two people who have absolutely no feelings for each other. No matter how much you try to bind two people who have feelings for each other, you can't bind them together."

As the saying goes, a forced melon won't be sweet; if left too long, it'll just become mushy and rotten, and it won't be very sweet either! So, He Yu, don't try to persuade me; persuade He Yan instead!

Seeing Xiao Hua's resolute attitude, He Yu felt sorry for her unfortunate younger brother.

He Yu's inner monologue at this moment: Poor little brother, this is all I can do to help you. I've really tried my best. I don't want to worry about your love life anymore.

I still want to make a lot of money and become a big boss with your ex-wife. I've offended your ex-wife time and time again for your sake. It's not that I don't think it's worth it to offend your ex-wife for your sake, but I'm afraid I'll regret it later.

(He Yan: You still think it's not worth it! I really am your unlucky little brother.)

The three of them talked about the training school for a while longer, but Xiaohua had to go back to be with her child early, so they parted ways early.

When they got back, the aunt saw that Xiaohua smelled of alcohol and complained a bit.

"It's not good for a mother to always drink and come home late like this. She doesn't act like a good mother at all!"

The aunt's tone was nothing like that of someone she had hired to take care of the children and do housework; it was more like she had hired a mother-in-law!

Xiao Hua suddenly realized that this aunt was He Yan's person. She was really too busy and had forgotten about this matter.

It was the nanny she used to work with, but she quit because she went back to her hometown to take care of her grandson or something, and Xiaohua couldn't find a suitable nanny.

He Yan got it from their family, so naturally He Yan's people are on his side.

The aunt must know that he and He Yan have fallen out, so she must be on He Yan's side, after all, she has worked for He Yan's family for so many years.

Xiaohua actually got home quite late today; it's only seven o'clock now. They went out to eat around five o'clock and left at six-thirty, so she got home right at seven.

Xiaohua looked at her aunt with some dissatisfaction: "Auntie, let's be honest, I paid you to do housework, cook, and take care of the children, not to tell me whether I drink alcohol or when I come home. We need to clearly define our responsibilities first."

The aunt said angrily, "Xiaohua, to be honest, my salary is paid by He Yan, not you. So I'm not someone you hired. I'm taking care of He Yan's child, not yours."

These words confused Xiaohua, and she really didn't understand for a moment. What do you mean by "my child" and "your child"? Aren't they all Kang An? Isn't he just this one child?

"Oh, I really forgot, He Yan paid your salary. Starting next month, I'll pay it for you. Don't ask He Yan for it anymore if you want to stay here!"

Xiaohua wasn't that irrational or impulsive. She said, "Don't stay here. Leave now."

Because she knew it was extremely difficult to find a good nanny, she was still very reassured about entrusting Kang'an to this nanny.

After all, she was an elder in the He Yan family, and the child was He Yan's own flesh and blood; she couldn't possibly harm He Yan's own child.

"Xiaohua, by the way, let me tell you that He Yan pays my salary annually, so you don't need to pay me. He Yan has already given me a year's salary."

Look at what you're saying, there's really no need to listen to Xiaohua, since people don't ask Xiaohua for wages.

"He Yan paid you a salary, but did he tell you what your daily work included? Besides taking care of the children, cleaning, and doing housework, was another task to monitor what time Kang An's mother came home each day and whether she drank alcohol?"

Xiaohua couldn't help but mock her aunt. After she finished speaking, she didn't give her aunt a chance to retort and went straight into the child's bedroom.

Kang An was hunched over her little table, doodling and drawing. Xiao Hua sat next to her and reached out to pat her head.

"How long has your child been drawing this?"

Kang An replied, "I started drawing here after dinner. Mom, look, I've drawn several already. Which one do you like? I'll give it to you."

Xiao Hua glanced at the paintings and noticed that each one depicted a family of three holding hands.

This must have been so embarrassing for her.

“Baby, you can’t draw anymore. The four arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting are blinding! You’ve already blinded your eyes. It’s still early, so let’s go for a walk in the neighborhood.”

Kang An put down his paintbrush and went for a walk with his mother in the neighborhood.

This neighborhood is quite lively; many people have just finished work and are carrying groceries home to cook.

"Sweetie, can Mommy ask you a question?"

Kang An looked up at his mother in the light of the street lamp.

"What's the problem? Go ask me, Mom!"

"Do you really miss your dad? But you haven't mentioned him much these past few days."

Thinking back to the paintings she just drew, each one depicting a family of three, it's clear how much the child longs for a complete family.

Thinking about this, Xiaohua felt a little guilty.

"A little bit, I guess. After all, my dad used to be with me almost every day, but now he's suddenly not around anymore. Of course I'll miss him. But why haven't I mentioned him these past two days?"

I think I was happy even before I had a father, and I'll be happy just as quickly now that I don't have one. So I won't mention him; if I don't talk about him, I can forget about him quickly.

Although Kang An said that, she couldn't help but draw her father in her paintings. Before He Yan appeared, Kang An never drew her father; it was always her mother holding her little hand.

After Kang An finished speaking, Xiao Hua hugged her tightly, feeling sorry for her.

"Baby, if you're only with Mommy, will you still be as happy as you were before Daddy came along?"

Kang An lowered his head and remained silent.

Xiaohua understood, but she didn't know how to tell her child that her parents would never be together.

For the sake of her child, she could bow down to He Yan; for the sake of her child, she could also be friends with He Yan.

I wonder if He Yan would be willing to be her friend.

"I'll take you to see your dad tomorrow, okay?"

This is her daughter, whom she gave birth to after surviving a near-death experience. She is also the daughter who depended on her for survival during her most difficult days. How could she bear to see her sad?