“It should be one person,” Nanhe said softly, looking up.

After a while, Nanhe took a step back.

He couldn't see Wen Yixing's face from his angle either. He reached out and pinched the brim of his hat, saying, "He's gone."

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The property management of Wen Yixing's residential community is very strict, and ordinary people can't get in at all. It's actually quite safe, but Nanhe is still a little worried.

Finally, having no other choice, Wen Yixing called her family driver and asked him to come pick her up from the door.

After returning home, Wen Yixing changed into her pajamas and went to wash up. Only after she finished washing up did she quietly open her son's bedroom door.

She thought Fang Jingyao would be asleep by now, but to her surprise, the child woke up as soon as she opened the bedroom door.

The little one on the bed sat up, rubbing his eyes, and said in a sweet, childish voice, "Mommy, you're back."

Wen Yixing walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Yaoyao, what's wrong? You're still awake. Are you waiting for Mommy?"

Fang Jingyao nodded: "Mm!"

His mother had never come home this late before, and Fang Jingyao was always a little worried.

Fang Jingyao was relieved to see his mother back safe and sound. Taking advantage of his young age, he snuggled in his mother's arms and whined and acted spoiled.

Wen Yixing knew her son was genuinely worried about her, and it felt good to be cared for. But at the same time, she felt a little guilty. She lowered her head and kissed her son's forehead. "Mommy was wrong. Mommy will definitely come home earlier next time, okay?"

Fang Jingyao nodded again: "Mm!"

Wen Yixing was trying to put her son to sleep by the bedside, but to her surprise, the more she tried to coax him, the more energetic he became. Looking at her with his big, dark eyes, he suddenly asked, "Mom, did you sign Uncle up for a martial arts class?"

"Hmm," Wen Yixing asked, "Does Yao Yao want to learn this in the future too?"

Fang Jingyao nodded: "I want to!"

There's so much he wants to learn!

After saying that, Fang Jingyao asked expectantly, "Mom, will you criticize me if I don't do well in my studies in the future?"

Wen Yixing knew that her child's ideas were sometimes a bit far-fetched, so she wasn't very surprised that he asked such a question.

She thought for a moment, smiled, patted her son's head, and said gently, "No."

Wen Yixing looked tenderly into her son's eyes, "Life is actually very short. I hope that Yaoyao can spend his life in a way that he likes."

It was just a sentence, but Fang Jingyao felt a bittersweet feeling in his heart. He felt a little sad for his past self, but also very happy.

His best mother is still here.

Looking into her son's clear eyes, Wen Yixing hesitated for a long time before finally asking the question she had always wanted to ask, "Yaoyao, if Mommy and Daddy get divorced, will Yaoyao be very sad?"

Fang Jingyao didn't expect his mother to suddenly ask this question.

He paused for a moment before saying, "No!"

Because his tone was too firm, Fang Jingyao realized something was off after he finished speaking, and he quickly tried to justify himself: "Did Mom and Dad separate because Mom didn't like living with Dad anymore?"

Wen Yixing: "Yeah, I don't really like it."

Fang Jingyao got out of bed and hugged his mother's neck, "Mom will always be Yaoyao's mom!"

Under the soft light, Wen Yixing heard her son say in his childish voice, "Yaoyao also hopes that Mom can live her life in the way she likes."