Chapter 547 I Know I Was Wrong

Zhao Xiyue's sobs grew louder. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength, her palms pressed against the cold door. "At that time, I was also forced to do so. I thought it was the only way to save Nian Nian. I regret it now, and I regret it every day. If I could turn back time, I would never do that."

Her voice was filled with despair and pain, and every word sounded like blood weeping from the bottom of her heart.

"Niannian, how is Nian Nian recently? Has she asked about me? She is so young, could it be that she has forgotten me?" Zhao Xiyue's voice became lower and lower, with a fragility that was almost collapsing.

Ji Wan leaned against the door and closed his eyes.

Nian Nian did ask "Aunt Xiyue" a few times.

Zhao Xiyue's gesture and words accurately touched the softest part of her heart - her love for her daughter.

She could be cruel to Zhao Xiyue, but she could not ignore the slight thought that Nian Nian might have for Zhao Xiyue.

Chi Wenyan's affairs and Su Jiujiu's affairs had both exhausted her. The appearance of Zhao Xiyue was undoubtedly another pinch of salt on her wounds that had not yet healed.

"Go away." Ji Wan's voice was full of fatigue. "I don't want to see you again."

The crying outside the door stopped abruptly, followed by more suppressed sobbing and an almost inaudible moan.

"Wanwan, I beg you one last time, just let me see Nian Nian, even from a distance. I promise I won't disturb your lives." Zhao Xiyue's voice was hoarse, with a humble plea, "I, I will kneel down for you, okay?"

Ji Wan suddenly opened his eyes and his heart was shocked.

She could imagine Zhao Xiyue's miserable appearance kneeling outside the door.

This woman was once proud.

Is it for Nian Nian?

Ji Wan took a deep breath, the pent-up energy in her chest making it almost impossible to breathe. She hated Zhao Xiyue's betrayal, but seeing her humble herself so as to see her child, the chord of "mother" in her heart was finally plucked.

After a long time, she slowly opened the door.

As expected, Zhao Xiyue knelt on her knees, her eyes blurred with tears. When she saw the door open, a trace of surprise flashed across her face, and then she was overwhelmed by great surprise and gratitude.

She tried to get up in a hurry, but her legs were numb from kneeling for too long, and she stumbled and almost fell.

Ji Wan looked at her coldly, without reaching out to help her, but simply moved aside: "Come in. I'll only give you ten minutes."

"Thank you. Thank you, Wanwan." Zhao Xiyue's voice trembled. She didn't bother to wipe the tears from her face. She staggered in, her eyes eagerly searching the room for the little figure.

In the living room, Nian Nian was sitting on the carpet, intently fiddling with her beloved building block castle. Hearing the sound of the door opening and an unfamiliar cry, the small figure paused and turned back curiously.

When Zhao Xiyue staggered in and saw the delicate little girl at first sight, all her disguises and calculations turned into a surge of "maternal love".

"Niannian, my Nian Nian." Zhao Xiyue's voice was hoarse and filled with tears. She almost rushed over and hugged the still confused Nian Nian tightly in her arms.

Nian Nian was startled by this sudden embrace, tinged with sadness. Her small body froze, and the blocks clattered to the floor. She blinked her eyes, looking at the strange, tearful aunt, then at her mother, standing not far away, her face icy.

"Aunt Xiyue?" Nian Nian called out tentatively, her voice timid.

In her little head, her impression of this aunt was already a little vague. She only remembered that her mother seemed to be very good to her in the past.

"Oh, it's Auntie, Nian Nian still remembers Auntie." Zhao Xiyue seemed to have received great comfort, crying even harder, burying her face in Nian Nian's small neck, greedily sniffing the unique milk fragrance of the child, "Auntie misses you so much. I really miss you..."

Ji Wan watched this scene coldly, the reluctance in his heart had long been replaced by vigilance and disgust.

In her eyes, Zhao Xiyue's affection at this moment was nothing but crocodile tears.

"You only have ten minutes." Ji Wan's voice was cold, like an ice pick, piercing the warmth that Zhao Xiyue had deliberately created.

Zhao Xiyue's body stiffened. She raised her tearful face and looked at Ji Wan pleadingly, "Wanwan."

"Don't call me Wanwan." Ji Wan interrupted her, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "You are not qualified."

Zhao Xiyue's face paled, and she lowered her head, returning her attention to Nian Nian. With trembling hands, she gently stroked Nian Nian's soft hair, her voice choking with sobs: "Nian Nian, have you been good lately? Have you listened to your mother?"

Nian Nian was a little overwhelmed by her crying. She patted her back gently with her little hands and comforted her like an adult, "Auntie, don't cry, Nian Nian, be good."

"Niannian is so nice." Zhao Xiyue burst into laughter, but that smile was uglier than crying. While she was talking to Niannian, she secretly glanced at Ji Wan from the corner of her eye.

Ji Wan stood in the middle of the living room, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes never leaving them, full of scrutiny and vigilance.

Zhao Xiyue's mind raced. She knew Ji Wan would never let her be alone with Nian Nian. As time passed, her anxiety grew.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she took out a small, exquisitely wrapped music box from her bag and handed it to Nian Nian: "Nian Nian, look, this is a gift from your auntie. Do you like it?"

The music box was pink, with a twirling ballerina on it, and it was very cute. Nian Nian's eyes lit up, and she stretched out her little hand to take it.

"Niannian, you can't ask for other people's things casually." Ji Wan's voice sounded at the right time, with a warning.

Nian Nian's little hand paused, and she looked at Ji Wan aggrievedly.

Zhao Xiyue quickly explained: "Wanwan, this is just a little gadget, a little gift from me to Nian Nian. Open it and see, it will sing and dance." She stuffed the music box into Nian Nian's hands without saying a word, then hugged Nian Nian tighter, blocking most of Ji Wan's sight with her body.

She lowered her head, leaned close to Nian Nian's ear, and said in a very soft and coaxing voice, "Niannian, auntie wants to play a game with you, okay? Let's pretend to be kittens. Auntie will gently pinch your little arm and see if you will meow."

Nian Nian was attracted by the music box and thought the game sounded very interesting, so she nodded ignorantly.

At this moment, Zhao Xiyue's arms around Nian Nian suddenly tightened, and the fingers of her other hand, hidden by the clothes, pinched the inside of Nian Nian's delicate upper arm.

"Wow--!"

A shrill cry broke out without warning, Nian Nian's little face turned red in an instant, tears as big as beans rolled down, and her little hands pushed Zhao Xiyue away randomly.