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

"Mom, are you hurt?"

From inside the car, Pei Hui could see what was happening outside. His first question was a question, while his eyes kept scanning the person up and down.

The feeling of being cared for was like a warm current in winter. Jiang Zhuhua relaxed a little, and a smile appeared on his lips.

No. Is An'an scared?

Jiang Zhuhua pulled him into his arms, and Qian gently pinched his cheek and ruffled his hair.

"Don't be afraid. I've seen it when I was with my dad."

Pei Hui answered obediently, took out individually packaged wet wipes from the car, and wiped the blood off her mother's face.

There was indeed nothing wrong with his expression. But that was precisely the last thing he should have shown.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't say anything, but just patted his head.

The process of resolving the matter was not quick. They went to give their statements together, and Jiang Zhuhua handed over the footage from the dashcam.

"I'll handle this. You guys go back to sleep."

Shen Lin, perhaps having a change of heart, stood there casually, squinted slightly, and gave a small yawn.

"Ah."

Jiang Zhuhua didn't want to say anything more, and turned to leave with his men.

"Wait, let's add each other on WeChat, and I'll make you pay for your losses later."

Suddenly remembering that he still had money, Shen Lin called out to him.

Although I was getting impatient, it was about money. Even if it wasn't much, it was still worth stopping to look.

The two exchanged contact information.

Jiang Zhuhua and Pei Hui got into the car, ready to go home. The car was driving on the bustling road again, and the dilapidated vehicle attracted the attention of passersby, even though there weren't many pedestrians on the road at this moment.

"Mom, you mentioned before that I should consider changing my name. Could you suggest a name for me?"

Pei Hui, who had been sitting quietly in the back seat, suddenly spoke up. And when he did, he made a huge statement.

Jiang Zhuhua could actually understand why the child didn't want to change her name. When she was in the orphanage, the director named her Er Ya.

Even after she was adopted, she refused to change her name, despite being beaten by her adoptive parents.

Back then, she stubbornly believed that her name was proof that someone loved her, that it was her origin. Changing her name felt like losing her roots. It felt like everyone had abandoned her.

Because she had suffered because of her name, she wasn't in such a hurry when Pei Hui was with her.

Pei Hui is not her private property.

Jiang Zhuhua stared intently at the straight road ahead, his fingers turning white from the effort, but he still nodded gently.

"Can you tell me why?"

Jiang Zhuhua always treated him with an equal attitude.

"Not long ago, we were talking about my dad. I found out he wasn't as good as I thought."

With no clear focus, Pei Hui simply looked around aimlessly.

"That uncle suddenly took me away, but when he found me in the car, he gave me some candy. Although he was very impatient, he put out his cigarette."

That uncle was clearly a stranger, and he looked so fierce. But... Pei Hui already knew that smoking was harmful to health, and also bad for children.

His father was never kind to him. He was even less kind than a stranger.

"My dad only makes demands on me and hits me."

Pei Hui spoke earnestly, word by word.

"I don't want to think about him anymore. Mom, from now on I only want to be good to you. I want to be your An'an."

Through the rearview mirror, Jiang Zhuhua could see a pair of large, watery eyes. Every word Pei Hui spoke was exceptionally firm, exceptionally earnest and sincere, even though his language was still somewhat immature and his voice still somewhat raw.

"Okay. I'll give you a name later, and you can take my surname, Jiang."

Jiang Zhuhua breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help feeling worried again. Naming a child is truly a troublesome matter.

After all that happened tonight, Jiang Zhuhua was worried that the child wouldn't sleep well and woke up several times during the night.

I quietly eavesdropped at his bedroom door, but there was no crying from a nightmare, nor even the thumping sound of someone waking up.

The next morning, Jiang Zhuhua had dark circles under his eyes. Pei Hui, on the other hand, looked much better.

"Mom, let's choose a name."

Pei Hui made up his mind to change his name; he really meant it. He started thinking about it first thing in the morning.

"Jiang...Ji. The clouds disperse and the rain stops, the sky clears and the sun shines brightly. I hope your life is like that too."

A name is a very important matter. Jiang Zhuhua started thinking about it last night.

I searched through countless ancient poems and consulted numerous dictionaries. Finally, I chose this one character, hoping it would resonate with his life and also carry a blessing.

At least their names are sunny.

"Okay!"

Pei Hui… no, it was Jiang Ji who really liked the name and was eager to know how to write those two characters. It was just a pity that the child couldn't hold the pen steady yet, and the characters he wrote were crooked and messy.

Yesterday's events left him somewhat shaken. Jiang Zhuhua silently ran two kilometers and did several sets of abdominal crunches. At the same time, he ordered a punching bag online.

I need to get my fighting skills back up. Yesterday I clearly felt my stamina was waning.

Back then, when I encountered petty thugs, I could easily take on five or six of them by myself. I even carry weapons now.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Jiang Ji watched as his mother brought in a lot of strange things from outside, and some strangers brought in large pieces of equipment.

"Prepare some things and exercise at home."

Jiang Zhuhua poured himself a glass of warm water and shook his hands, which felt a little numb.

"Do you want to learn? Martial arts or something like that."

Jiang Zhuhua's phone vibrated; someone had sent him a message. He glanced at his phone while asking what was wrong.

It's a private matter, but it's gotten quite a big deal, and the company's public relations department is asking if they want to take action.

Li Jiao finally posted the farce that happened at her birthday party online. She probably bought the traffic, managing to push it to the top of the trending topics.

[Depending on the situation, deal with it if it's detrimental to us. We can create an image of an independent and self-reliant woman who is being bullied.]

Since they're already being bullied, why not use that to build a persona for themselves? This is clearly a great advantage; there's no need to lose a portion of the market because of it.

[Okay, boss. 】

After replying to the message, Jiang Zhuhua glanced at the little boy standing silently next to him.

"If you don't want to learn, then don't. Try it after you find what you like."

Although martial arts are better for Jiang Ji, Jiang Zhuhua prefers that he make his own choice. Of course, if he's not conventionally attractive, she wouldn't mind using some methods.

"I don't know. Would it be cool?"

Jiang Ji hadn't said anything, he was just wondering what that thing was.