In a small wooden house halfway up the mountain...
An Nuannuan hugged her precious son An Shijin and pushed open the door of the wooden house. She immediately saw her adoptive mother and Ling Chengye sitting on the sofa in the hall...
An Nuannuan rushed over in a few strides, put down An Shijin, and hugged her adoptive mother, "Mom..."
Before the words were spoken, tears were already flowing down...
The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried for a while. Then An's mother rubbed her hair and looked at her carefully...
"Nuan Nuan, you damn girl, where have you been for the past five years? Mom can't contact you. I'm really worried about you. Look at you, you don't know how to take care of yourself. You've lost so much weight..."
"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for causing you to suffer. The Emperor didn't do anything to you, right?"
"He just put me under house arrest in a beautiful apartment and sent a servant to serve me. He didn't do anything to me, but you, what happened? You just left five years ago and almost died.
There was a plane crash. Mom thought she would never see you again in this life. Alas..."
"Mom, I'm sorry, I, I'm unfilial..."
"Hey, forget it, it's all over. Come on, sit down. It'll be good if you can be safe now. From now on, let's live a good life with Narino. Narino is a good man..."
"No, Mommy already has a daddy!" The little guy kept rolling his eyes, looking at the woman in front of him who was hugging Mommy and crying, and the corners of his mouth pouted...
Why did she ask Mommy to spend time with Uncle Ling?
Only then did An's mother notice the existence of the little guy. She was stunned for a while and frowned deeply...
Looking at An Nuannuan, and then at Ling Chengye who was silent beside him, he suddenly pulled An Nuannuan to one side and asked in a low voice...
"Is this child yours?" Why do his facial features look so much like the Emperor's?
Could it be that my adopted daughter is really with the Young Emperor?
Then Ling Chengye...
"Well..." An Nuannuan avoided the eyes of her adoptive mother and waved to the little guy, "Jinjin, come here, call grandma..."
"Grandma..." The little guy reluctantly called Grandma and sat back on the sofa, unwilling to go over...
An Nuannuan's face became slightly embarrassed, and she glared at Xiao Jinjin with some displeasure, "An Shijin, when did you learn to be so rude?"
"She doesn't like daddy, so I don't want to like her either..." The little guy muttered, telling the truth...
An Nuannuan's face turned pale, "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't teach my child well..."
"No, no, it's just a child. Tongyanwuji, Tongyanwuji..."
Mother An smiled and walked towards An Shijin and picked him up, "What's your name?"
"An Shijin..."
An's mother's face changed slightly. With An Nuannuan's surname, she must be trying to hide the identity of the child's father...
"Then, who is your daddy?"
"My dad must be the Young Emperor! Cool and handsome, definitely not Uncle Ling!"
The little guy raised his hands and said loudly...
The atmosphere at the scene instantly became extremely cold...
Ling Chengye looked in the direction of An Nuannuan with a sad face, his eyes full of exploration...
An Nuannuan raised the corners of her lips seductively, and took An Shijin from her adoptive mother's hands...
"It's good that you know!" At some point, Ling Qianqian was already standing at the door of the wooden house, walking towards An Nuannuan sarcastically... An hour later!
In a small wooden house halfway up the mountain...
An Nuannuan hugged her precious son An Shijin and pushed open the door of the wooden house. She immediately saw her adoptive mother and Ling Chengye sitting on the sofa in the hall...
An Nuannuan rushed over in a few strides, put down An Shijin, and hugged her adoptive mother, "Mom..."
Before the words were spoken, tears were already flowing down...
The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried for a while. Then An's mother rubbed her hair and looked at her carefully...
"Nuan Nuan, you damn girl, where have you been for the past five years? Mom can't contact you. I'm really worried about you. Look at you, you don't know how to take care of yourself. You've lost so much weight..."
"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for causing you to suffer. The Emperor didn't do anything to you, right?"
"He just put me under house arrest in a beautiful apartment and sent a servant to serve me. He didn't do anything to me, but you, what happened? You just left five years ago and almost died.
There was a plane crash. Mom thought she would never see you again in this life. Alas..."
"Mom, I'm sorry, I, I'm unfilial..."
"Hey, forget it, it's all over. Come on, sit down. It'll be good if you can be safe now. From now on, let's live a good life with Narino. Narino is a good man..."
"No, Mommy already has a daddy!" The little guy kept rolling his eyes, looking at the woman in front of him who was hugging Mommy and crying, and the corners of his mouth pouted...
Why did she ask Mommy to spend time with Uncle Ling?
Only then did An's mother notice the existence of the little guy. She was stunned for a while and frowned deeply...
Looking at An Nuannuan, and then at Ling Chengye who was silent beside him, he suddenly pulled An Nuannuan to one side and asked in a low voice...
"Is this child yours?" Why do his facial features look so much like the Emperor's?
Could it be that my adopted daughter is really with the Young Emperor?
Then Ling Chengye...
"Well..." An Nuannuan avoided the eyes of her adoptive mother and waved to the little guy, "Jinjin, come here, call grandma..."
"Grandma..." The little guy reluctantly called Grandma and sat back on the sofa, unwilling to go over...
An Nuannuan's face became slightly embarrassed, and she glared at Xiao Jinjin with some displeasure, "An Shijin, when did you learn to be so rude?"
"She doesn't like daddy, so I don't want to like her either..." The little guy muttered, telling the truth...
An Nuannuan's face turned pale, "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't teach my child well..."
"No, no, it's just a child. Tongyanwuji, Tongyanwuji..."
Mother An smiled and walked towards An Shijin and picked him up, "What's your name?"
"An Shijin..."
An's mother's face changed slightly. With An Nuannuan's surname, she must be trying to hide the identity of the child's father...
"Then, who is your daddy?"
"My dad must be the Young Emperor! Cool and handsome, definitely not Uncle Ling!"
The little guy raised his hands and said loudly...
The atmosphere at the scene instantly became extremely cold...
Ling Chengye looked in the direction of An Nuannuan with a sad face, his eyes full of exploration...
An Nuannuan raised the corners of her lips seductively, and took An Shijin from her adoptive mother's hands...
"It's good that you know!" At some point, Ling Qianqian was already standing at the door of the wooden house, walking towards An Nuannuan sarcastically...