Jiaming's stomach rumbled again, urging her to eat something to fill her stomach.

Since we can't get the things back, we should focus on our stomachs first.

Thinking this, Jiaming walked out of the bedroom with a gloomy face.

Since it wasn't lunchtime yet and breakfast had already passed, Jiaming decided to go to the outer room to have some snacks to fill her stomach before having a proper lunch.

On the mat in the outer room, facing the direction Jiaming came from, Hongjing, who was playing with something, was the first to see Jiaming.

"Ee-e-e," the little guy called out to Jiaming, then enthusiastically turned his attention to the precious things on the mat.

Golden ponies, sparkling beads... Wow, I love them all!

Hongxuan, who was opposite Hongjing, turned to look at Jiaming and was immediately surprised: "Mother, why do you have that expression?"

Before Jiaming could speak, he continued to speculate, "Could it be that his father lost a fight last night?"

"What are you talking about? How could your mother fight with your father?" Jiaming asked, puzzled.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind: the four words "fairies fighting" appeared in her head. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone in the room trying to suppress a laugh, and Jiaming's face darkened instantly.

Fearing that Hongxuan would continue to pester him, he immediately added, "Don't overthink it, it's for another reason."

"What's the reason?" Hongxuan pressed.

Jiaming got angry when she heard this. "I put all the letters you sent back in a small box and kept them safe. But when I woke up this morning, the paintings in the letters you sent back were gone."

"They're all gone!" Hongxuan exclaimed in surprise, then guessed, "Did they vanish into thin air, or did someone else take them?"

If we know who took it, that's good; we can try to get it back.

However, this scene is quite familiar; um, my own painting was also taken away.

Thinking about this, Hongxuan vaguely had an answer in his mind.

"It was your father who took them all, and he took them all, leaving not a single painting behind," Jiaming said angrily.

Sure enough, Hongxuan immediately had such a thought.

Thinking back to the paintings that had been taken from him, Hongxuan suddenly felt a sense of balance.

"Mother, it's okay that the painting was taken away. Don't be angry. Getting angry will harm your health."

"What are you saying?" Jiaming glared at Hongxuan. "Why do you sound so indifferent?"

Hongxuan: ...

"Could it be that I hit the nail on the head?" Jiaming asked suspiciously, looking at the silent Hongxuan.

Hongxuan chuckled dryly and quickly shook his head: "No, no, Mother, why do you miss your son so much?"

"Why can't I think of you like that?" Jiaming said bluntly.

Hongxuan immediately said pitifully, "Because the paintings you sent to your son were also taken away by Father, we are in the same boat."

“Feeling the same way?” Jiaming paused, then looked Hongxuan up and down. “Mother thinks it might not be that; gloating would be a more accurate description.”

"Hehe," Hongxuan chuckled foolishly.

"Don't play dumb," Jiaming glared at Hongxuan. "Don't think you can hide your gloating from your mother's sharp eyes."

“I’m not gloating.” Hongxuan refused to admit it. “The son is real, and I’m upset for you.”

"real?"

“Really!” Hongxuan nodded very solemnly.

Jiaming raised an eyebrow. "Then I'll just have to believe you for now!"

Hongxuan was immediately delighted.

"Don't be so happy yet, your mother hasn't finished speaking." Jiaming's tone was meaningful.

Hongxuan's joy faltered for a moment, "Then you speak, son is listening."

"You said that all our paintings were taken by your father, so you feel the same way, and you are really unhappy for your mother, right?"

Hongxuan immediately had a bad feeling and replied, "Yes."

"So, we have a common enemy, your father, right?"

Hongxuan hesitated and said, "The word 'enemy' is too much. It's not that bad, is it?"

Jiaming remained silent: "Who cares whether it passes or not, or whether it reaches that level or not, anyway, that's roughly the idea."

"Hmm." Hongxuan's ominous premonition grew stronger, but he still nodded with a forced smile.

"May I ask you one more question?"

Hongxuan took a deep breath, his inner voice trembling, and looked at Jiaming with a hint of trepidation. "Go on," he said.

Do you want those paintings back?

Hongxuan nodded immediately, "Of course I want to."

"In that case, you'd better find a way to get it back from your father." Jiaming said, as if she were entrusting this important task to you.

Hongxuan was dumbfounded, then became anxious, "How could it be me? Mother, yours was also taken by Father, so you are also one of the owners. How can you stand aside?"

Jiaming retorted rather bluntly, "Why not?"

Hongxuan: ...How can you be so shameless?

Jiaming continued as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "You are my son, and I am your mother. If there is anything I can do, I will do it for you."

Fine, what can I do? I'm your son! Hongxuan was completely defeated by Jiaming's shamelessness.

Hongxuan was scratching his head, racking his brains to figure out how to get those paintings back.

Meanwhile, Jiaming picked up pieces of pastry and ate them with relish, enjoying them with her tea.

Little Hongjing, who was playing with things on the mat, saw his mother eating and became envious.

He immediately crawled to Jiaming's feet, hugged her leg, tilted his chin up, and said in a soft voice, "Uh-huh, I want it."

Jiaming picked up Xiao Hongjing, placed him on her lap, and then took another pastry. After feeding him a bite, she put the unfinished pastry in his little hand.

Little Hongjing held the snack in his little hands and ate it, his cheeks puffing out like a squirrel eating.

Soon, Jiaming and her son Hongjing finished the plate of snacks on the table.

After wiping her hands with a handkerchief, Jiaming touched her stomach and felt a little hungry, so she beckoned to Hongtao beside her: "Bring another plate of snacks."

Jiaming's instructions startled Hongxuan from his reverie.

Looking at his younger brother leisurely eating snacks, then at his mother leisurely sipping tea, and recalling the heartache of racking his brains and scratching his head, Hongxuan's heart suddenly exploded.

"Mother, Father is not easy to deal with at all. I've tried many methods, but none of them work. If you're still pinning your hopes on me, then forget it. Of course, if you have a solution, that would be even better!"

Jiaming pretended to be surprised and stopped drinking tea. She looked at Hongxuan in disbelief and said, "Of course your father is not easy to deal with. Don't you know that? Asking you to think of a way was just a joke. Don't you think about it? You are still so young. Your experience and knowledge are no match for your father. If he is unwilling, how can you possibly defeat him and get the things back from him?"

Are you kidding me?!

Hongxuan immediately felt an urge to vomit blood!