Chapter Four
After enjoying a delicious hot pot meal, Wen Yixing didn't want to go home, so she took her son to the top floor of the mall to watch a movie.
By the time the movie ended, it was already nine o'clock at night. Fang Jingyao couldn't stay awake any longer and curled up in his movie seat, feeling drowsy.
Seeing that her son was sleepy, Wen Yixing reached out to hug him, but she didn't expect Fang Jingyao to open his eyes warily the next second.
Upon seeing her, his dark eyes were momentarily stunned.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Wen Yixing asked gently.
Hearing the familiar voice, Fang Jingyao also came back to his senses, "No, nothing."
Yes, he's back now, his mother is with him, and he doesn't have to worry or be afraid of anything.
Wen Yixing patted his head, then turned to hug him. "It's getting late, let's go home."
Fang Jingyao is still a chubby four-year-old boy. Because Wen Yixing has taken good care of him, he is overweight at this time. Fang Jingyao naturally doesn't want to tire Wen Yixing out, so he jumped off the seat and took Wen Yixing's hand, saying, "Mom, I'm a big boy now, I want to walk by myself!"
Playing the role of a child is something you get used to after a few tries.
At first, Fang Jingyao felt a little ashamed, but now he has quickly adapted to being a four-year-old child. Anyway, no one knows that there is a mature soul in his tender body.
The mall was still bustling with people. Wen Yixing was in a good mood today and bought Fang Jingyao an ice cream.
Fang Jingyao hadn't eaten ice cream in a long time. When he was a child, he was particularly interested in this kind of sweet treat, but he didn't know when it started, he gradually stopped liking this kind of sweet food.
However, when he tried it again, Fang Jingyao found the ice cream delicious, making him feel sweet all over.
The reason is simple: his mother bought him this ice cream! He has a mother now!
"So happy?" Wen Yixing held Fang Jingyao's hand, and when she looked down, she saw her son happily eating ice cream, his eyes and brows beaming with joy.
Although the son was small, he was chubby and fair-skinned with delicate and cute features, and many people stared at him along the way.
"Happy!" Fang Jingyao raised his hand high. "Mom, do you want some?"
Wen Yixing said seriously, "No, Mom needs to lose weight!"
Fang Jingyao paused slightly and muttered, "Mom isn't fat."
Wen Yixing has a slender face, and if you only look at her face, you would think she is not fat at all. In fact, her thighs, stomach, and arms are all fleshy.
Actually, she wasn't fat before, but since her car accident two years ago, her weight has never gone down and is now almost 140 pounds.
With her figure, she could only wear loose-fitting clothes that concealed her curves. Looking at the dazzling array of beautiful clothes in the mall, Wen Yixing suddenly felt that she couldn't continue like this any longer; she needed to learn to change.
"With stars?"
Hearing someone shout, Wen Yixing and Fang Jingyao turned around to look.
The mother and son moved in unison, and the woman who had been speaking burst out laughing when she saw this. "It really is you!"
After recognizing who it was, Wen Yixing smiled and asked, "Xiaxia? What are you doing here?"
Sheng Xia stood at the store entrance dressed in a suit and uniform. Her features were bright and vivid, and her face was covered with exquisite makeup. She raised an eyebrow at Wen Yixing and whispered, "I'm here to mind the store. The store manager here recently resigned, and I was asked to come and fill in for a few days."
After saying that, Sheng Xia's gaze locked onto Fang Jingyao, and she reached out to rub Fang Jingyao's soft little face, laughing, "Yaoyao has grown taller again?!"
Fang Jingyao: "..."
Looking at the younger version of Aunt Xia in front of him, Fang Jingyao was somewhat dazed.
Shengxia was a friend of his mother. After his mother was hospitalized, Shengxia often came to visit her.
Later, at his mother's funeral, Sheng Xia was one of the few people who genuinely grieved and cried.
That day, Sheng Xia cried until her eyes were swollen. She stood in front of her mother's portrait for a long time before saying to him, word by word, "Yao Yao, Fang Shiyan is not good enough for your mother."
Fang Jingyao strongly agreed with this statement.
Many people think his mother is not good enough for Fang Shiyan, but he always felt that it was Fang Shiyan who was not good enough for his mother.
“Yes, he’s already four and a half years old.” Wen Yixing said with a gentle smile, “Yaoyao, this is Aunt Xia.”
Fang Jingyao greeted obediently, "Hello, Aunt Xia!"
It was a rare encounter between Wen Yixing and Sheng Xia, and Sheng Xia took Wen Yixing to her shop to hang out.
Shengxia works at a high-end brand clothing store. She doesn't have much education and has been working at the store since she became an adult. She is beautiful and eloquent. She has worked at the brand store for more than ten years and has risen from a junior sales clerk to the assistant store manager.
"Tell me which piece of clothing you like, and I can give you an employee discount!" Sheng Xia whispered to Wen Yixing.
Sheng Xia knew that Wen Yixing's in-laws were not short of money, but Wen Yixing was usually quite frugal outside. Sheng Xia knew that Wen Yixing came from a poor background like her and was now a full-time housewife without a job, so she guessed that she would always be bullied by her in-laws at home.
Xiaxia thought Wen Yixing would refuse, but to her surprise, Wen Yixing just smiled and agreed: "Xiaxia, you have good taste, help me pick out a few outfits?"
Before Sheng Xia could even act, Fang Jingyao had already run to the clothes rack, pointing at the clothes: "Mom, I think this outfit looks good, and that one too!"
Fang Jingyao knew that Wen Yixing was rich; she had a black card from the Fang family that she could spend as she pleased.
His mother was used to being frugal and wouldn't squander money even if she had it. She was never extravagant, so much so that when she attended banquets in her social circle, some gossipy women would often say that his mother was like a country bumpkin.
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