Chapter 244 Invited by Shen Yan's company, he takes his son back to China to seek revenge.

"Grandma, does Auntie have straight or curly hair?" he asked while drawing the outline of his aunt's face.

Nan's mother turned to look at him, and Xia Xia's image involuntarily came to mind. Recalling the days she lived with her, her tone unconsciously softened, "...long straight hair."

Grandma's tone wasn't so cold anymore, and he continued, "So what kind of clothes does Auntie like to wear?"

"She was dressed in a black business suit. She was a very capable and famous lawyer, and she always wore business suits." After searching for her for so many years without success, Nan's mother's hope was gradually extinguished. Was Xiaxia really dead?

"Is Auntie very serious?" Nan Yan asked curiously.

"She's not the rigid type at all. She's straightforward, cheerful, and very strong. When the Nan family fell on hard times, I wouldn't have had the confidence to get through it if she hadn't been there for me and encouraged me." As she said this, Nan's mother couldn't help but think of the Shen family again, and a hint of hatred appeared on her face.

They killed their own husbands, bankrupted the Nan family, and left them homeless. Now they've killed Xiaxia, while Shen Shaohui is still living a carefree life.

I reported the Shen family five years ago, but I never expected them to be so powerful. They suddenly stopped the investigation, and that was the end of the matter.

The reason I haven't gone to settle scores with the Shen family these past few years is because I wanted to use them to lure Xiaxia out. If she knew that the family's revenge hadn't been taken, she would definitely show up.

The little one quickly finished drawing his aunt, stood next to his mother, picked it up and handed it to his grandmother, asking in a childish voice, "Grandma, do you think my drawing looks like her?"

Nan's mother took it and glanced at it. This little guy has quite a talent for drawing. He drew Xiaxia very much... I wonder if she is still alive?

If they are alive, why not contact them?

Just then, the door slowly opened automatically, and a white luxury car drove in. The car stopped, and a woman with shoulder-length short hair, wearing a stylish black and white business dress, stepped out of the car.

It was Nan Weiwei. At only twenty-six years old, she was like a rose in its prime, bright and charming, radiating brilliance.

Compared to her naivety five years ago, she is now much more composed and confident.

She is now a very famous jewelry designer in the fashion industry, with so many suitors that they could stretch from Paris to China.

"Happy birthday, Mom." She handed her a large bouquet of blue roses, her mother's favorite, and a piece of Bulgari jewelry that her mother had always loved.

"This is a limited edition necklace for this year. Do you like it?"

“I’m already so old, I don’t like these things. Take them back and return them.” Nan’s mother glanced at her indifferently, folded up the painting her grandson had just finished, held it in her hand, and patted her clothes.

The thought that Xiaxia died because she was saving her made her uncontrollably angry with her youngest daughter.

Nan Weiwei looked at her mother, not angry with her, and gave it to her son: "Xiaoyan, take this and put it on Grandma's dressing table. Also, take the cake in there."

"Okay, Mommy." Nan Yan took the jewelry box from her hands. Her small figure carried the big cake, walking awkwardly and with difficulty.

Nan Weiwei opened the trunk of the car, took out a large bag of groceries, and said to her mother, "I'll cook for you myself for lunch today. I bought all your favorite dishes."

In recent years, she has learned to cook. It is difficult to find authentic Chinese food abroad, so she has to cook for herself, which is also to make it easier to take care of her mother.

"Go back to your work. I like peace and quiet and don't want to celebrate my birthday," Nan's mother said dismissively, continuing to water the plants.

Weiwei looked at her mother, feeling guilty and sad. Six years ago, she only wanted to protect her mother and sister, and never thought that the Shen family would find out so quickly after she reported them.

If it were the older sister who reported it, would she also be discovered immediately and be able to leave S City smoothly?

“Chen Yan’s company invited me. I’m going back to China to take revenge, and I’ll also go to China to find my sister myself,” she said, looking at her mother.

Upon hearing her words, a hint of worry and tension flashed across Nan's indifferent face, but she quickly concealed it and said in a deep voice, "Would he hire you for no reason? He must have dug a pit for you to jump into."

“I’ve already obtained a fake ID. He only knows me as Daisy, a jewelry designer, and doesn’t know my real identity.” She had a brief chat with him via email, discussing salary and benefits.

"If he sees you, won't he recognize you?" Nan's mother asked coldly, wanting revenge but also not wanting her daughter to take any risks, as she only had this one daughter.

What if she gets killed by the Shen family again?

“I’ve already prepared the disguise tools, he won’t recognize me. Mom, you stay here, it’s safer there,” Nan Weiwei said to her mother.

She has been working hard to improve herself and become more outstanding and powerful over the past few years, all for this day of revenge.

She not only wants to ruin Ruifeng and send Shen Shaohui to jail, but also wants to leave Shen Yan with nothing! Giving birth to his child is a way to deal with him!

When she first found out she was pregnant, she wanted to have an abortion, but she thought it would be more satisfying to use that man's son to get back at him.

She had never told her mother that Xiaoyan was Shenyan's son, for fear that her mother would not be able to accept it.

Nan's mother glanced at her, "...Whatever you want," she said indifferently, and continued watering the lavender she had planted.

"I'm going to cook now. It's sunny, so don't stay outside too long, or you'll get a tan and won't look pretty anymore." After she finished speaking, she picked up her things and went into the villa.

Nan's mother touched her face, hesitated for a moment, then put down the kettle and went into the villa.

When Xiaoyan saw her grandmother come in, she very thoughtfully made her a cup of coffee and placed it on the coffee table: "Grandma, are you thirsty?"

Nan's mother glanced at the sensible child, and sometimes she really couldn't be indifferent, so she responded with a faint "Mm".

After sitting down on the sofa, Xiao Nanyan immediately snuggled up to her, pinching her arm with her small, fair hands: "Grandma, let me give you a massage, does it feel good?"

"Mmm," she replied, looking at the child.

"Grandma, what's it like in China? Is it prosperous?" Xiao Yan asked expectantly, blinking her bright eyes.

"You're going back with your mommy?" Nan's mother asked, frowning. What was she going to do with a child? What if the Shen family found out and it was bad for the child?

"Yes, I want to go to China!" he nodded.

“There are many bad people there, and many child traffickers. Don’t go back, stay here,” Nan’s mother deliberately tried to scare him.

“I’m not afraid of bad guys. I’m going back to help Mommy teach that Shen family a lesson. I’m going to avenge Auntie and Grandpa.”

Xiao Yan had already heard her mother talk about the feud between her family and the Shen family, and she had long since come to hate them. Now that her mother was going back to take revenge, she was determined to go back with her and help her mother.