Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

As Jiang Zhuhua gently massaged his temples, his mind began to wander. His eyelids felt as heavy as if they weighed a ton.

My eyelids were twitching and I couldn't open them no matter what I did. I've never stayed up all night before, and this one made me feel like I was going crazy.

"Mom, can you give me a nickname? All the other kids have nicknames, because their moms don't call them by their full names."

Pei Hui's little heart seemed to be pounding with excitement at the topic, his eyes brimming with anticipation, and the corners of his mouth even involuntarily turned up, making him incredibly energetic.

"Let me think about it."

Jiang Zhuhua verbally agreed, but only vaguely heard those words. His mind quickly became extremely unclear.

Even on the way home, Pei Hui held her hand. After changing her shoes, brushing her teeth, washing her face, and barely removing her makeup, she was like a walking corpse, dragging herself onto the bed.

Pulling the soft blankets aside, the string connecting me to reason snapped, as if the world had gone dark.

Pei Hui stood at the door of his mother's bedroom, watching her series of actions, and rubbed his face.

She's so strange.

She placed her small hand on her forehead, and then covered her own forehead with her other hand.

He had seen it on TV; two people would touch each other's foreheads and quickly determine if one of them had a fever.

What is a fever? Pei Hui didn't quite understand, but he felt that their body temperatures were similar. It probably wasn't a fever.

Perhaps she was tired. Pei Hui covered her mother with the blanket, then obediently left the room and went back to sleep.

However, I couldn't sleep well, always worried that she would get a fever. Every now and then I would wake up and sneak into the room.

His complexion didn't look strange, and his body temperature appeared normal. He also had a fever.

After confirming the details, Pei Hui went back to his room to sleep for a while.

These strange behaviors happen four or five times a night.

Jiang Zhuhua was startled awake in the morning because of Pei Hui's hand.

She just looked up in confusion, wondering what he was up to.

"It's only six o'clock. I'm not going to work today, and you're not going to school today. Go to sleep."

He propped himself up and glanced at his phone to check the time. Jiang Zhuhua then pulled him onto the bed, pulled the covers over him, and he fell asleep again.

Pei Hui, nestled in her mother's arms, felt her heart pounding in her chest. So close.

This distance was a scene he had dreamed of countless times, a scene he had seen on television countless times and envied.

He had never met his mother, yet he longed for maternal love. But he simply couldn't feel even the slightest bit of affection for a stranger.

Occasionally, his father would show him a picture of his mother, urging him to repent and be grateful. But to him, she was a complete stranger.

He didn't know what love was, but he was certain that his heart had never pounded so hard for the person in the photograph.

He didn't know if his mother loved him, but he had never experienced her love.

From my earliest, faint memories, the world seemed shrouded in gray. I was always doing all sorts of things. The world was cold. Crying was silent; no one would care.

But this person seems different. Suddenly, he was pulled out of the dark world, and the world became colorful from then on.

Even though they are not related by blood, this warmth is so real.

Pei Hui nestled anxiously in Jiang Zhuhua's arms, not daring to sleep at all.

Jiang Zhuhua slept until almost noon. When she opened her eyes, she was startled to see a pair of eyes staring straight at her. It took her a moment to realize what she had done in her drowsy state.

It's nothing serious, though, since the child is in kindergarten.

I got up to wash my face and brush my teeth, and ordered a dish from a restaurant.

They will deliver it to your door after it's done.

Jiang Zhuhua is not an amnesiac. Even though he was so sleepy last night that he was completely out of it, he still remembered that he had promised to give him a nickname.

That's true. Even if you call someone by their full name every day, you might not care much, but the child cares a lot.

Jiang Zhuhua really has no experience in naming things. She has never even raised cats or dogs, nor has she ever named a single flower or plant.

I casually flipped through the dictionary and found some characters with nice meanings, but they didn't sound right when used as nicknames.

Pei Hui obediently tidied himself up; he was very hungry, but he didn't say anything. He simply took out a thermos, poured a glass of warm water for his mother, and then poured one for himself.

"Yang'er? No, that sounds like calling a sheep. It's fine as a name, but it's a bit strange to call someone by their nickname."

"Kang Kang, Zhuang Zhuang, Lele, Qingqing?"

Jiang Zhuhua looked at several more Xiaomings, but none of them seemed quite right. So he simply tossed the dictionary and his phone aside, closed his eyes, and began to rack his brains.

It should have a good meaning, a positive outlook, and be easy to pronounce.

At the same time, it cannot be feminine.

Jiang Zhuhua silently crossed out the words "Little Sunflower" in his mind.

Jiang Zhuhua glanced at the dictionary and cell phone casually placed on the table. Then he looked at Pei Hui, who was sitting obediently beside him, waiting in a daze.

This made me think about this person's tragic past and future experiences.

From now on, your nickname will be An'an. I won't ask anything more of you. May you live a peaceful and safe life.

After all, he was unlucky from a young age. In order to fit the image of a villain, he suffered setbacks from childhood and became psychologically abnormal when he grew up.

LOL, there's no one more suitable than An'an.

Pei Hui's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Will Mom call me 'An'an' when she comes to pick me up in the future?"

Pei Hui's eyes shone like light bulbs. Jiang Zhuhua nodded reservedly.

Because the food was freshly prepared, it was delivered quite late. By the time the two of them finished eating, it was already lunchtime.

Jiang Zhuhua watched Pei Hui fumbling with the puzzle by himself and remembered something Teacher Yang had said before: Pei Hui was too withdrawn and needed to be introduced to more friends.

However, she didn't have many people around her who could be considered friends. Pei Hui preferred to be alone whenever he came back. According to the status that Teacher Yang sent her, he still chose to be alone every day when he was in kindergarten and rarely communicated with others.

Too withdrawn! Easily becomes disconnected from society.

Jiang Zhuhua is already thinking about how to take the children out to play.

Just then, Ji Anrui sent her a message on WeChat.

[President Jiang, I heard you have the day off today. I'm going with some friends to visit Zhang Wuling on set. Would you like to come along?]

Ji Anrui carefully sent the message while guarding his phone. Several men and women surrounded him, staring intently at the phone as if it were some kind of treasure.

Do you think President Jiang will reply to the message?

"Probably not, after all, President Jiang is so busy with work, and he finally got a day off today."