It's been three years, Liang Si'an, it's time to settle our grudge.

At the airport, a bright and charming woman holding a cute and soft baby attracted the attention of many people present. She was wearing sunglasses and was not surprised by such scenes. She just squatted down with a little concern and asked her daughter, "Baby, are you tired?"

"Mommy, I'm not tired. I want to go to the bathroom."

Jiang Huai shook his head and replied.

"Okay, Mommy's waiting outside for you, okay?"

After Jiang Nuan brought Jiang Huai to the bathroom door, she waited for her quietly outside.

Suddenly, Jiang Nuan saw a small figure walking out of the men's bathroom.

The boy was about three years old, but his face showed a maturity and calmness that was inconsistent with his age. His black eyes swept across the bustling crowd and finally settled on Jiang Nuan.

They both lost their minds.

Jiang Nuan felt an inexplicable surge of excitement in her heart, but she didn't understand why and didn't know where this feeling came from.

Even when Jiang Huai's clear voice came, she didn't come back to her senses: "Mommy, I'm fine."

Jiang Huai looked at Jiang Nuan suspiciously, and called out again, "Mommy!"

Jiang Nuan's gaze finally refocused as she looked down at Jiang Huai.

She blinked, a soft and clear light appearing at the edges of her pupils: "Ah, okay. Let's go then."

When I looked up again, the boy was gone.

Jiang Nuan withdrew her gaze disappointedly, concealing the inexplicable excitement in her heart, and drove away from the airport with Jiang Huai.

What she didn't know was that, out of her sight, Fu Yichen was quietly watching her leave with Jiang Huai, with longing in his eyes.

"Oh, ancestor, you are here. I have been looking for you for a long time. I was worried to death."

Fu Yichen's second uncle Fu Yanli ran over from not far away and said anxiously.

He looked at his nephew who seemed to be lost in thought and asked doubtfully, "Yichen, what's wrong?"

Fu Yichen lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and remained silent.

Fu Yanli looked in the direction Fu Yichen had just looked, and saw only the back of a woman holding a child.

After returning to Biyuan, Fu Yanli couldn't wait to tell the story.

"Brother, I saw Yichen staring at a mother holding her daughter for a long time today. Do you think he missed his mother?"

Fu Yanli's expression was exaggerated as he analyzed the situation with solid logic.

"Ask the woman from the Jiang family to come over tomorrow."

Fu Yanci remained as indifferent as ever. After hearing his son's message, he paused for a moment and continued, "I heard that the disciple of the legendary doctor Cheng Shuqiao has returned from seclusion?"

"right."

"Please find someone and come to treat Yichen."

Early in the morning, Liang Sian, dressed brightly and beautifully, appeared at the door of the Fu family.

She did not choose to ring the doorbell. She wanted to wait for Fu Yanci to come back at the door and go in together.

She knew that Fu Yanci had a habit of jogging in the morning. Her smile widened unconsciously when she thought of the abstinent man who usually only wore a suit appearing in front of her in sportswear and going home with her.

As expected, Fu Yanci was wearing sportswear, with a white towel casually placed around his neck. Fine beads of sweat slid down his face, along his clear jaw, and finally hidden under his collarbone.

The black hair was soaked and fell softly, adding a touch of softness to Fu Yanci's cold face.

"Yanci, you're back."

Liang Sian's voice was soft, and he walked up to her with brisk steps.

"Um."

Fu Yanci frowned and unnoticeably avoided Liang Sian's attempt to hold his hand.

Fu Yanci didn't have any good feelings towards this "childhood sweetheart" who held the jade pendant and claimed to be his savior when he was a child. He even felt that she was very unfamiliar.

It's not for any other reason, it's just because the person in front of me is very different from the one I remember.

In my memory, she remained calm in the face of bullying from many other children and showed her claws ferociously.

Although she is such a thin figure, she always has an aura of being able to stand alone against ten thousand enemies, as if nothing can defeat her.

Even though so many years have passed, he still couldn't believe that the little girl who waved her fist at him arrogantly back then would become so weak and fragile now.

It's not that he didn't doubt Liang Sian's identity, but she did live there when she was a child, and the jade pendant in her hand couldn't be fake. She could even tell many details of the past.

Fu Yanci's indifferent attitude made Liang Sian's face stiffen for a moment, but she soon smiled again, as if nothing had happened, and followed Fu Yanci closely.

"Yichen is having breakfast inside. I have something else to do, so I'll go to the company first."

Liang Sian looked at Fu Yanci's departing figure, feeling a little unwilling.

It’s okay, Fu Yanci will accept you sooner or later, after all, you are his fiancée.

Liang Sian adjusted his mentality and turned to walk towards the restaurant.

Fu Yichen was eating breakfast quietly when Liang Sian suddenly appeared in front of him, startling him.

The uneasiness made him want to escape back to his room, but he was caught by Liang Si'an.

"Yichen, I am your mother."

Fu Yichen couldn't break free, screamed at the top of his lungs, turned around and bit Liang Sian's hand.

Liang Sian felt pain and let go of Fu Yichen.

When the servants arrived, Fu Yichen had already disappeared.

The housekeeper was so frightened that he didn't care about Liang Sian who was crying while holding his bitten and bleeding hand, and hurriedly called Fu Yanci.

"Master, it's bad, the young master is missing."

"I'll be right back."

Fu Yanci clenched his phone tightly and told the driver in a deep voice to turn around and go home.

Jiang Nuan was planting flowers with Jiang Huai in the yard. Both of their hands were covered in mud, and even their faces were stained. Just as the two were having fun, they suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the grass outside.

Jiang Nuan hushed to Jiang Huai and quietly walked towards the bushes.

She pushed aside the grass and found a little boy with a delicate face looking at her.

Jiang Nuan's pupils constricted: This is the little boy she met at the airport yesterday.

But the boy's eyes were no longer as cold and indifferent as yesterday. There was a bit more fear in them. His eyes were red, like a wounded rabbit, huddled in an unknown corner, licking his wounds alone.

Jiang Nuan's heart ached and she stood up and walked towards the door.

She squatted in front of the little boy and asked softly, "Little boy, where is your home?"

The boy said nothing, but just lowered his head and curled up into a ball.

"Don't be afraid, auntie will take you home first, okay?"

Jiang Nuan observed the boy for a moment and found that he had no intention of resisting, so she gently picked him up. Unexpectedly, the moment he was held in her arms, he put his arms around her neck, buried his head in her shoulder, and cried silently.

Jiang Nuan's body stiffened for a moment, and she felt the child in her arms tremble slightly. She patted the boy's back from time to time, and coaxed him gently: "Don't be afraid, little baby, Auntie will take you home..."