I looked at Yan Meng's car driving away and breathed a sigh of relief.

I really don't want to reiterate my feelings for him again and again. Some things can never be forced to be achieved just by persistence.

I turned around and was about to go home, but saw Che Xiaofeng standing at the door of the villa in a daze, and did not go in first.

I smiled at him and took his hand: "Let's go home and eat."

Che Xiaofeng unexpectedly did not move.

He stood there, his eyes suddenly red, which made me a little at a loss.

"What's wrong?"

As soon as I asked, Che Xiaofeng suddenly jumped into my arms, hugged me tightly, and begged in a dull voice: "Sister, can you please not abandon me?"

I was stunned for a moment and realized that children of Che Xiaofeng's age are very emotionally sensitive.

Or maybe it's because they have experienced abandonment and have been displaced for a long time, so they feel insecure and are afraid of being abandoned again.

Thinking of the hardships Che Xiaofeng suffered at such a young age, I felt heartbroken.

I rubbed his head, softened my voice, and coaxed him: "Silly boy, you call me sister, of course I will be responsible for you to the end!"

Che Xiaofeng then reluctantly let go of my hand and looked at me with tears in his eyes, "Really?"

I smiled and nodded, wiping his tears. "Of course. Don't think too much. Your task now is to study hard. The Ming family is my home, and it's your home as well."

Che Xiaofeng nodded with tears in his eyes. His pitiful look made me really unable to bear to see him being abandoned again.

I pulled Che Xiaofeng into the villa, and as soon as we entered the house, we smelled the aroma of food.

Mingsi came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, holding a pot of steaming soup.

"Xiaofeng has finally finished his exams. He's been exhausted during this period. So Auntie specially prepared a table of dishes to nourish Xiaofeng!"

Che Xiaofeng had never been treated so grandly and specially before, and he was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

I pushed him to sit at the dining table. Mingsi poured a bowl of soup and placed it in front of him, urging him with a smile: "Drink some fish head soup, it's good for your brain."

Che Xiaofeng stared at the bowl of soup for a long time, his eyes turned red and tears fell into the fish soup.

Seeing him crying, Mingsi panicked, "Why are you still crying? If you don't want to drink, don't force yourself!"

Che Xiaofeng held the bowl and shook his head, then took a deep sip.

He forced a smile at Mingsi, "It's delicious. This is the best fish soup I've ever tasted."

Looking at his red eyes, I felt a surge of emotion.

Che Xiaofeng had always been at sea with his father, so what kind of fresh fish had he not eaten? But the delicious thing wasn't the fish head soup, but the motherly love that he had always lacked.

The next morning, I went to the agreed coffee shop to wait for Zhao Xian.

This cafe is small and quiet, which makes it more convenient to talk about things.

After I waited for a quarter of an hour, a woman with a scarf wrapped around her face came in.

Although she was wearing sunglasses, I recognized Zhao Xian at a glance from her figure and temperament.

She also saw me at a glance and walked straight to sit opposite me.

When she took off her sunglasses and scarf and saw her appearance, I was surprised for a moment.

Zhao Xian, who used to look glamorous in every occasion, now looks haggard.

It is even worse than when Lu Jing passed away.

She had heavy dark circles under her eyes, and it had been who knows how long she hadn't had a good sleep. Her eyes were bloodshot and she looked tired.