After the divorce, I trained my dog, and the scumbag father and son knelt down at my door.

An uncontrollable feeling of unease welled up inside me.

Faintly visible.

It can't be explained clearly.

Yan Niannian didn't have time to think it through; she just wanted this woman to leave as soon as possible.

"Hmph!" Du Xiaoyue snorted coldly. "Let me tell you, I am Yan Zimo's mother."

"I can't control how you seduce other men, but you're not allowed to have any inappropriate fantasies about the men my daughter likes."

"If you ever dare to make my daughter suffer again, I will never forgive you."

"remember?"

After giving the warning, Du Xiaoyue turned and left with a cold face.

Mother?

She's Yan Zimo's...mother?!

Standing still, staring at Du Xiaoyue's retreating figure, Yan Niannian was momentarily dazed.

So this is what it feels like to have your mother protecting you.

She admired Yan Zimo.

I'm afraid I'll never experience this feeling again in my entire life!

"Phew!" Yan Niannian sighed dejectedly.

"Are you OK?"

Du Jiaqian couldn't help but ask.

"It's okay!" Yan Niannian turned to look at him, and to hide her disappointment, she forced a smile.

But because it's too deliberate, it's easier to give away the clues.

What will be revealed to others?

Du Jiaqian's heart skipped a beat.

He moved his lips, wanting to comfort Yan Niannian.

But Yan Niannian didn't give him that chance at all. She continued, "Take me back!"

"it is good!"

Du Jiaqian nodded.

The two got into the sports car together.

……

Du Xiaoyue went home.

"Mom, how did it go? Did you see Yan Niannian?" Yan Zimo rushed over and asked anxiously.

"seen."

Du Xiaoyue plopped down on the sofa, her face somewhat gloomy. "She's got some tricks up her sleeve."

She originally thought Yan Niannian was quite skilled at seducing men.

On the way back, Du Xiaoyue thought about it carefully.

When she gave Yan Niannian a severe dressing-down, her words were harsh and she showed no mercy whatsoever.

If it were any other girl, she would either have been scolded to tears or become furious and retaliated with hurtful words.

But Yan Niannian did not.

She was calm and composed.

Such a powerful core alone is something that ordinary young girls cannot compare to.

Moreover, the other party was an orphan.

"What should we do then? What if she keeps pestering Brother Yuchen..."

Her mother's reaction made Yan Zimo's heart sink even further.

His face looked bad.

Du Xiaoyue glanced at her and felt a pang of heartache.

She's willing to do anything to make her beloved daughter happy.

"Momo, don't worry, Mom has a way." Du Xiaoyue gently patted Yan Zimo's hand.

"Really? What's the solution?"

Yan Ziming's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly asked.

"Doesn't she like money and being dependent on men? Then let's find her one."

"MoMo, do you still remember your Uncle Dong?"

"Uncle Dong?"

After a moment of surprise, Yan Ziming remembered.

Uncle Dong was her father's best friend.

Over the years, although one has settled abroad and the other lives in China, the distance has never affected their friendship.

We talk on the phone frequently.

We'd meet up once a month or so, have a drink and chat, and get together properly.

Uncle Dong is very wealthy.

The only downside is that they don't have children.

not even one.

He went to the hospital for checkups many times, but the results were always the same: he had no problems.

All the doctor could do was comfort him, telling him not to worry and to relax.

Having children should be a natural process.

When the time is right, having children will naturally follow.

But this "letting nature take its course" approach dragged on until Uncle Dong was in his forties.

Gradually, Uncle Dong became obsessed with having children.

He divorced years ago and has no wife, but he has a lot of girlfriends, all of whom are young, beautiful, and physically strong girls in their early twenties.

Casting a net with light.

If anyone could bear him a son or daughter, that would be Madam Dong.

Yan Ziming immediately understood what Du Xiaoyue meant.

She smiled.

You know what, that's actually a good idea.

Yan Niannian, that little bitch, should really thank her for sending her such a big sugar daddy.

……

That evening, at the Zhuo family's house.

The housekeeper pushed open the door to Zhuo Xuan's bedroom, carrying a meal in his hands.

He came to deliver dinner to Zhuo Xuan.

But when he went inside, the butler paused for a moment.

The bedroom curtains were drawn, and the lights were off, making it very dark.

Very quiet too.

There was no movement at all.

"Young Master, Young Master, where are you?"

Regaining his footing, the butler called out softly as he walked inside.

Finally, I saw Zhuo Xuan sitting barefoot on the carpet with his knees drawn up to his chest on the side of the sofa.

"Hey!"

The housekeeper sighed softly, placed the food on the table, drew back the curtains, and then turned on the lights.

"Young Master, let's eat!"

After doing all this, the butler handed the bowls and chopsticks to Zhuo Xuan.

But Zhuo Xuan didn't answer at all.

His eyes were red and swollen from crying, but he just pursed his lips and gently shook his head without saying a word.

It was as empty as a soulless rag doll.

"Young Master, you can't go without eating. You'll ruin your health if you do that," the butler urged anxiously.

"It would be best if he starved to death!" This time, Zhuo Xuan finally reacted.

His lips trembled, and his voice choked with emotion, "Anyway... nobody cares about me..."

The butler's heart tightened.

He's still just a child!

Moreover, he had watched Zhuo grow up since he was a child, and seeing him like this now was truly unbearable.

"Young Master, can you tell me what exactly happened?" The butler sat down next to Zhuo Xuan and asked softly.

Zhuo Xuan was stunned for a moment.

She spoke up, feeling wronged.

Finally, he grabbed the butler's hand tightly, "Uncle Butler, I really don't know what happened. I really didn't deliberately smudge the painting with blood."

"Uncle knows, uncle knows."

The butler raised his hand and tenderly patted Zhuo Xuan's head.

He saw how much Zhuo Xuan cared about that painting and how much effort he had put into it.

He wanted nothing more than to make Yan Niannian happy.

After finally finishing the artwork, how could I possibly deface it?

"Wow!"

After saying that, Zhuo Xuan burst into tears.

Only then did he dare to speak out and vent his grievances.

The first... Uncle Butler was the first person to believe him.

"Alright, alright, young master, it's okay to cry now, don't be sad anymore!" The butler gently stroked Zhuo Xuan's head while holding him close.

After a while, Zhuo Xuan's emotions gradually calmed down.

He looked up at the butler with teary eyes, his heavy nasal voice filled with deep confusion.

"Uncle Butler, why is the painting like that? Who did it?"

"This……"

The butler hesitated.

Then, he narrowed his eyes and quickly thought about it seriously.

In fact, he already had a target he suspected.