Lin Hui slapped her hand away, "What other way? There's no way out at all! Do you think that stupid Feng Lin can keep her mouth shut? Once she implicated me, even if Su Yan didn't guess, Brother An already did. Otherwise, why would he have made so many phone calls!"
"How...how did things suddenly turn out like this?"
Mrs. Lin was flustered and didn't know what to do, but Lin Hui suddenly calmed down.
Her lowered gaze turned increasingly fierce. "If I'm going to do something drastic, I'll go all the way. They don't want me to fulfill my dream, but I won't let them have the child so easily."
Mrs. Lin looked at her nervously, "What do you want to do?"
"I'm going to hold onto Xiaobao tightly and make them live with regret for the rest of their lives!" Lin Hui said through gritted teeth.
Ever since learning that Yi Kangle had been taken away by Lin Hui, Yi An has been restless and unable to calm down.
Seeing his distracted look, Su Yan asked softly, "Still can't get through on the phone?"
Yi An hung up the call that hadn't been answered in a long time and collapsed onto the sofa in dejection.
"It's not that I can't get through, it's that she genuinely doesn't want to contact me anymore."
Su Yan tentatively asked, "What about Xiao Bao..."
Yi An: "Xiao Bao should be fine. Lin Hui had nowhere to take him, so he had to go back to the Lin family home. They have a nanny there, so he won't be in any danger. It's just..."
Seeing that he seemed to want to say something but hesitated, Su Yan quickly asked, "But what?"
Yi An said dejectedly, "It's just that it will probably be even more difficult for me to see my child again."
Su Yan was taken aback, then asked cautiously, "Is it because of Feng Lin? Is it because of her that Lin Hui suddenly took Xiao Bao away?"
Although Yi An already had a good idea of what was going on, he still comforted her, "No, you're overthinking it. How could Feng Lin know about this so quickly? It'll be alright, don't worry."
He casually made up an excuse: "Maybe Lin Hui just suddenly missed Xiao Bao and wanted to take him back to stay for a couple of days."
Su Yan was not a child who could be easily fooled. She had already discerned the answer through Yi An's tired yet desperate face.
To stop her from overthinking, Yi An stood up from the sofa and walked towards Su Xiaoyu, who was drawing on the side.
"Xiaoyu, what are you drawing? Let Uncle see, okay?"
Su Xiaoyu turned to look at him and found that his face seemed to be bathed in a soft light, and even his tone was exceptionally gentle.
My uncle is acting strangely today.
This was the first year that came to Su Xiaoyu's mind.
She instinctively moved to the side, but Yi An didn't notice. Instead, he moved even closer to her, his movements carrying a hint of eagerness.
Su Xiaoyu was pushed off the chair by him, and she looked at him with a hint of fear.
Before Yi An could speak again, she turned and threw herself into Su Yan's arms.
Su Yan looked at Yi An, who was standing there awkwardly, and chuckled twice, "That's just how kids are."
Yi An sighed deeply and reflected on herself: "I was too hasty."
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Xiaoyu raised her head, looked at Su Yan, and asked softly, "Mom, can I ask you a question?"
"What's wrong?" Su Yan gently stroked the stray hairs on her forehead.
Do all children have birthmarks?
Su Yan was taken aback when she asked the question.
Why would you ask that? You just don't have a birthmark, do you?
Su Xiaoyu then followed up, "Then why does Xiaobao have the same birthmark as Chenchen?"
"What did you say?!"
Su Yan was completely stunned, and she held onto Su Xiaoyu's hand tightly.
Yi An was also slightly stunned, but he was much more composed than Su Yan.
Su Xiaoyu turned her head to look in Yi An's direction, and repeated her words again, word by word.
“Xiao Bao has the same birthmark as Chen Chen. I saw it today when the teacher was helping him change his clothes.”
Su Yan's fingers suddenly began to tremble, and she could no longer control her facial expressions.
Su Xiaoyu continued, "Is Xiaobao also my younger brother?"
At this question, Su Yan suddenly broke down, covering her face and crying bitterly.
Su Xiaoyu slowly closed her slightly parted lips, turned to look at Yi An, and asked with great seriousness, "Why did you make my mother cry?"
Yi An: "····?!"
Yi An looked at Su Xiaoyu with a blank expression, wanting to know that she hadn't said a word, so how did she end up being blamed for something?
Su Yan's tears flowed uncontrollably, like a tap that had been turned on.
She released all the emotions she had suppressed since returning to China, and no one could console her.
In the stillness of the night, Su Yan lay on her small bed, holding Su Xiaoyu in her arms, her face still bearing dried tear stains.
She looked slightly embarrassed, but still asked softly, "Xiaoyu already knows everything, right?"
Su Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded.
Su Yan then asked, "Did Xiaoyu deliberately bring this up in front of Uncle?"
Su Xiaoyu nodded again.
Su Yan suddenly stopped asking the question. Her lips opened and closed repeatedly in the darkness. After hesitating for a long time, she finally uttered a vague question: "Does Xiaoyu like Uncle Yi?"
Su Xiaoyu remained silent.
Su Yan's body tensed up, and she seemed a little nervous.
"Doesn't Xiaoyu like it?"
Su Xiaoyu buried her head in Su Yan's arms and whispered, "I don't like them bullying you."
Su Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and hugged her tightly as if she were a precious treasure.
"None of them can bully Mommy, because Mommy still has Xiaoyu!"
While Su Yan and Su Xiaoyu were enjoying a heartwarming mother-daughter moment, Yi An was sitting alone in a bar, drinking alone.
Zhao Bo hung up the phone and rushed over, only to find him looking like he wanted to drink himself to death.
Zhao Bo was frightened when he saw his appearance and exclaimed in alarm, "What's wrong now? What trouble has Feng Lin caused this time? Didn't that photo album work?"
Yi An didn't speak, but just shook her head, without stopping the wine in her hand.
Zhao Bo walked around to the seat next to him and sat down, watching him chug down one glass after another, his face full of sympathy.
Zhao Bo sighed deeply, patted Yi An on the shoulder, and comforted him, "Brother, if you're feeling down, tell me. Don't keep it to yourself, it's too painful."
Yi An's hand, which was holding the wine glass, suddenly stopped. She turned to look at Zhao Bo and asked, "Can I really share my feelings with you?"
"Why not! We're brothers!" Zhao Bo patted his chest. "Just tell me, I'll help you share the burden."
Yi An lowered her head, her hand rubbing the rim of her wine glass. After hesitating for a long time, she finally blurted out, "I might have a child with Su Yan. Not just possibly, I'm sure."
"Holy crap?!"
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