Song Qiao was malicious towards Xiang Wan. It's just that she herself was angry about hiding the fact that she had been in prison from Xiang Wan, so she simply turned her head and pretended not to se...After crying for a while, Meng Lan's emotions finally calmed down.

She gently wiped away the tears from the photograph and carefully placed it back in its rightful place. She lowered her gaze, gathering the emotions in her eyes.

"Liangliang, there might be a period of time where I can't come and accompany you." Menglan spoke seriously, as if lost in contemplation, "But you have to believe me, I will avenge you and Dad, and seek justice for both of you."

Menglan quietly accompanied Liu Liang's portrait for a while until the sky gradually brightened. Then she stood up and left.

I stayed up all night.

Meng Lan's face was slightly pale, and her eyelids were heavy with fatigue.

She didn't intend to go back to sleep either. She was about to wash up and make breakfast for Niancheng, but just as she passed the bedroom door, she heard a conversation between a father and son inside.

"Is the city you live in really as fun as you say it is Will there be any close interactions with pirate captains"

Liu Niancheng, with a look of shock on his face, made the hand gesture of a pirate captain.

"I'm not lying to you." Feng Mu lifted him from the bed. "If you're really curious, I can take you back to see it."

Upon hearing this, Liu Niancheng's bright eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze wavering.

But after thinking about it, he shook his head and explained, "No, I have to stay with Mommy."

Of course, I wouldn't let you separate her from them.

Feomu didn't force him, tightly clutching his small clothes and gesturing awkwardly towards his body, managing to put the clothes on him.

"Ouch~," Liu Niancheng was buried under the collar of his shirt, the darkness in front of him made it impossible for him to find his way.

He cried out in surprise, his little head poking and prodding until he finally wriggled free from the collar.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness swept through his mind, making his body unsteady. He only heard a "thump" and stumbled into Feng Mu's arms.

Feng Mu tightly hugged him into his arms, meeting his clear eyes, but his eyes were filled with tenderness.

Nian Cheng let out a silver bell-like laugh, proactively reaching out with her small hand to hug him tightly by the neck, and seriously opening her mouth to say,

"Thank you, I know you came here to find me and Mom this time because you truly want to make amends. You made me realize that I actually have a father. These days have been very happy for me."

Listening to his words, Feng Mu's heart seemed to be gradually filled with warmth.

It's as if the box that had been pressing down on my heart for years finally had a crack opened in it.

"But oh, I don't know what happened between you and my mother, but it's clear she's never truly been happy. I think it's because of you."

Liu Niancheng looked at him, his voice firm, "So if she can't forgive you, I won't go back to your side either."

"Hmm."

Feng Mu faintly responded with a sound.

Don't worry, I won't force you.

Feng Mu hugged his son, his broad and warm hands gently stroking his head. His voice was soft as he said,

"I am so grateful that you are in my and your mommy's life, allowing us to experience the responsibilities and joy of being parents."

Hearing his words, Liu Niancheng buried his head in his chest, shielding his flushed eyes.

"The grievances between us adults won't involve you. Whether we can still be husband and wife, our lifelong wish is for you to be happy."

Feng Mu has always been bad at expressing his thoughts with words, especially in the past five years, he spent a long time shutting himself off in work and spoke less and less.

But since seeing this son who is almost a mold of himself, the feeling in his heart is indescribable. If you have to say it——

That's like someone who has been on death row finally seeing the sunlight.

Life is long, but he still held onto some hope for life.

Outside the door, Menglan saw this heartwarming scene between father and son. Her eyes gradually reddened, and her slender and powerful fingers clenched tightly around the door frame.

It seems like having Feng Mu accompany his son was the right decision.

Having thought this through, Menglan tactfully didn't go to disturb them. She donned an apron and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

When she brought the breakfast to the table, Feng Mu also led Nian Cheng's hand and walked to the dining table.

"Come have breakfast," Menglan said in an unusually gentle tone, reaching out to pour a glass of milk for Feng Mu and placing it gently before him. "Xin Chen and I usually eat simple things, so there aren't many fancy options in the fridge. Just make do with what we have."

"It's already very plentiful." Feng Mu replied in a low voice, seeing the table full of carefully cooked breakfast, his handsome face softened with gentleness.

Xiao Niancheng was originally held in a high chair, but his big, bright eyes darted back and forth, looking at Feng Mu one moment and Meng Lan the next, as if he had sensed something amiss.

He quickly asked Feng Mu to get him some of his favorite breakfast, and then he hopped down from the dining chair.

"Oh~ almost forgot I haven't watched the Pirate Captain's movie yet, I'm going to go back to the living room and catch up while eating!"

"No." Menglan frowned, "Niancheng, you can't watch TV while eating."

Liu Niancheng's little face was flushed red. After thinking for a moment, he spoke again, reminding ,

"Then I won't watch TV. The air here isn't very good, and I don't like it at all. I'm going to go stay in the living room for a while."

As he spoke, he cupped his own face and walked towards the living room.

"What's with this child today!" Meng Lan felt confused and just about to step forward to chase after him.

Just then, Feng Mu reached out and grabbed her arm, "Forget it, let him play by himself for a while. Niancheng is more mature than other kids, he won't get into any trouble."

Listening to him, Menglan also nodded lightly.

She sat back down in her chair, poured a cup of hot milk, and slowly pushed it toward him.

When's the flight

This afternoon at one o'clock.

"So soon" Menglan thought for a moment, her brows furrowed slightly. "I still have some work to do at the company, I can't see you off."

"Mind your own business." Feng Mu's face remained calm, his slender fingers lifting a glass of milk and sipping it elegantly.

Dream Lan looked at him, slightly parted red lips, always felt like she should greet him.

The words reached her lips, but she swallowed them back down.

It seemed that because of what happened last night, she and Feng Mu didn't have much to say to each other.

Now, there are very few.

Upon thinking this, Menglan felt a pang of sadness in her heart and had little appetite. She gently placed the milk cup on the table and ignored it.

The best way for adults to say goodbye isn't a grand gesture, but a silent distance.

After breakfast, Feng Mu personally drove her to send Liu Niancheng to kindergarten.

Throughout the journey, Niancheng's mood was low. He kept his head down, fiddling with a Rubik's Cube in his hand.

Meng Lan sat in the back seat with him, watching the Rubik's Cube in his hand and sighing softly.

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