Rebirth Sweet Romance: Young Master Luo's Heartfelt Love

As the sun sets, its afterglow falls upon the kindergarten entrance.

Tang Xinxin composed herself in the parking lot of Yunduan Group.

They drove directly to the kindergarten to pick up Tang Nianting.

Tang Nianting is a thoughtful child.

Upon seeing Tang Xinxin,

Although Tang Xinxin was wearing sunglasses, making her eyes unclear,

However, he still keenly sensed something was amiss.

He tilted his little head back, his big, watery eyes filled with concern.

"Mom, are you unhappy? Is there a problem at work?"

The child's voice carried a hint of worry.

Tang Xinxin looked at her son's mature demeanor.

A warmth filled my heart, and the gloom that had been lingering in my mind seemed to fade a bit.

She gently crouched down and looked tenderly at Tang Nianting.

She reached out and touched his head; the touch was soft and warm.

"Yes, honey. Mommy ran into a really difficult client today, but it's all over now. Mommy's figured it out and won't let these worries bother me anymore."

Tang Nianting listened and nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

A bright smile returned to her face.

"Let's go home, baby. Mom will make you your favorite cola chicken wings."

Tang Xinxin stood up and took Tang Nianting's small hand.

He walked toward the car.

"Great!"

Tang Nianting jumped up excitedly.

Then, with an expectant look on his face, he asked...

"Is Uncle Li coming tonight?"

Boys naturally enjoy playing with men.

Tang Nianting grew up without her father by her side.

After Li Lanzhou played with him a few times,

It left a deep impression on him.

He genuinely liked Uncle Li, who could play with him to his heart's content.

Tang Xinxin paused for a moment upon hearing her son's question.

A pang of guilt welled up in my heart.

She felt she hadn't been able to give her son a complete family.

This resulted in him lacking his father's presence during his childhood.

She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound relaxed and pleasant.

"Uncle Li is busy today and can't come over. But Mommy will play with you tonight, okay?"

"Okay then, Mom."

Tang Nianting was somewhat disappointed.

But she still obediently nodded.

He held Tang Xinxin's hand tightly.

Follow her to the car.

Along the way, Tang Nianting chattered on about the funny things that happened at kindergarten, and Tang Xinxin responded with a smile, occasionally bursting into laughter at her son's antics.

When the mother and son returned home, a warm atmosphere instantly enveloped them.

Tang Xinxin rushed into the kitchen, put on an apron, and began preparing her son's favorite cola chicken wings.

A sizzling sound came from the kitchen, and the aroma gradually spread.

Tang Nianting set out the bowls and chopsticks in the living room.

She went to the living room to play with her toys by herself.

The kitchen range hood hummed as Tang Xinxin focused on stir-frying the vegetables in the pan. The rich aroma gradually filled the entire house.

Outside the door, the crisp sound of the doorbell suddenly rang.

However, this sound was drowned out by the noise of the range hood.

Tang Xinxin did not hear it.

Tang Nianting, who was playing in the living room, had very sharp ears.

His eyes lit up instantly when he heard the doorbell ring.

The first thought that flashed through my mind was:

Is Uncle Li coming to play with me? He was so excited that his little face turned red, and his short legs moved quickly as he ran to the door and eagerly opened it.

With a creak, the door slowly opened, and a tall, imposing figure appeared before us.

Tang Nianting looked up and saw Luo Yuting the instant...

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

"Uncle, who are you looking for?"

Tang Nianting blinked her big, watery eyes.

She asked in a childish voice,

His eyes were full of curiosity and innocence.

Luo Yuting was slightly taken aback,

Quickly adjust your state of mind.

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

He pulled out a prepared gift from behind his back—a cool remote-controlled car.

Handed over to Tang Nianting,

"I'm looking for your mother; this is a gift for you."

Tang Nianting was still just a child.

I have absolutely no resistance to toys.

Upon seeing the remote-controlled car, he jumped up in excitement.

With a bright smile on his face,

"Thank you, Uncle. Please come in. Mom is cooking."

As she spoke, she took Luo Yuting's hand and led him into the living room.

Luo Yuting walked into the living room, his gaze quickly sweeping over the small but warmly decorated space.

Tang Nianting pulled him to sit down on the sofa.

The little body leaned to one side.

She supported her little head with both hands.

She stared intently at Luo Yuting.

"Uncle, you look so familiar."

Luo Yuting's lips curled up slightly.

It outlines a beautiful curve.

She asked softly, "Oh, really?"

The voice was deep and gentle.

Tang Nianting's eyes suddenly lit up.

As if remembering something,

"Oh, I remember now!"

He jumped off the sofa.

She ran quickly into the bedroom.

A moment later, he ran out holding a photograph in his hand.

"Look! Uncle, isn't this you?"

He held the photo up to Luo Yuting, his eyes sparkling.

Luo Yuting took the photo, and the moment he saw it,

My heart skipped a beat.

That was the day they went to the Bund.

A photo of him and Tang Xinxin.

The two people in the photo are youthful and have bright smiles.

After all these years, she still has this photo.

An indescribable warmth welled up in Luo Yuting's heart.

"Then why have I never seen you except in photos? Aren't you and Mom good friends? Mom cries looking at this photo every night."

Tang Nianting asked with a curious look and a hint of doubt in her tone.

"But now that you're here, Mom shouldn't cry anymore."

He added happily.

Luo Yuting was stunned by Tang Nianting's words, and his mind went blank for a moment.

What does it mean to cry every time you look at his photos?

What exactly has Tang Xinxin gone through all these years?

His heart felt as if it had been struck hard by a hammer, a sharp pain shooting through him.

He could no longer sit still, suppressing the turmoil within him.

He said to Tang Nianting:

"Little friend, sit here and wait a moment, I'll go help your mom bring the dishes."

Luo Yuting got up and walked towards the kitchen with slightly hurried steps.

In the kitchen, Tang Xinxin was wearing an apron.

He focused intently on stirring the vegetables in the pan.

They were completely unaware of the commotion outside.

Luo Yuting was filled with surprise when he saw this scene.

She used to never lift a finger in the kitchen, but now she can skillfully work in the kitchen. She must have suffered a lot over the years.

Luo Yuting felt a sharp pang of heartache.

He composed himself and quietly walked up behind Tang Xinxin.

Try to make your voice sound calm.

"Do you need my help?"

Tang Xinxin was thinking about her encounter with Luo Yuting today,

While skillfully stir-frying the vegetables,

Suddenly I heard a sound from behind me.

I was so startled that my hand trembled and I almost threw the shovel away.

She turned around in alarm and saw it was Luo Yuting.

A trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.

The food was just cooked, so she turned off the heat.

Slowly turning around to look at Luo Yuting,

He asked in a cold tone, "Why are you here?"

Then he shouted towards the living room:

"Tang Nianting, why do you open the door to strangers?"

When Luo Yuting heard the little boy's name—Tang Nianting,

My heart skipped a beat, and my eyelids twitched uncontrollably a few times.

"Xinxin."

Luo Yuting looked at Tang Xinxin, his lips trembling slightly. The familiar name slipped out involuntarily, his voice filled with longing and complex emotions from not seeing her for many years.

Tang Xinxin's body stiffened slightly.

This once incredibly familiar name

Hearing this now, many years later

Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake,

Stirring up ripples.

She paused for a moment, then quickly recovered.

Carrying the dishes, he quickly walked out of the kitchen without saying a word.

He tried to mask his inner turmoil with busy actions.

Tang Nianting noticed that her mother seemed a little angry.

The little head hung low.

The two little hands twisted together nervously.

The voice was soft, tinged with guilt.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have opened the door myself. But I felt that this uncle wasn't a stranger."

As he spoke, he carefully held up the photograph that held so many memories of the past.

It's as if they're trying to find a reasonable explanation for their behavior.

Tang Xinxin's gaze fell on the photo, and a wave of burning heat instantly surged up her face. She wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into immediately.

"Tang Nianting, you..."

She was both angry and anxious, and quickly stepped forward to snatch the photo.

Turning around, he hurriedly went into the bedroom.

He shoved the photo deep into the drawer.

It's as if they want to lock away those unspeakable past events as well.

Emerging from the bedroom again, Tang Xinxin took a deep breath.

Trying to calm herself down, she looked at Luo Yuting.

There was a hint of wariness and distance in his eyes.

"What are you doing here? I'll send you the design draft later."

Her tone was cold, deliberately steer the conversation towards work.

They were trying to maintain distance in this way.

As she finished speaking, she seemed to suddenly remember something.

His brow furrowed, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

"You investigated me? How did you know I live here?"