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

However, Jiang Zhuhua did not enter the other's field of vision, as both of them were busy with their own affairs.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't know much about the other person. He only knew that the other person was a car mechanic, and he didn't even know the other person's home address, specific age, which school he attended, or what his friends or special skills were.

The other party has shown their strengths, but what about their weaknesses?

Jiang Zhuhua didn't understand the other person well enough, nor did they confide in each other enough, so naturally, he couldn't say that he liked her deeply or unforgettable.

Love? Maybe a little. Perhaps it's the ambiguous atmosphere, or the thrill. But it's definitely not as important as An'an.

"I don't want anyone else to take you from me."

Jiang Ji's voice was muffled. It was the first time she'd ever felt such a strong dislike for Huo Wang.

How could he try to steal my mom away?

"it is good."

Jiang Zhuhua hesitated for only a few seconds before agreeing.

"How about Assistant Wang picks you up after school from now on?"

Jiang Zhuhua wasn't in a very high mood, but he still patiently waited.

"Hmm. I don't want Huo Wang."

Jiang Ji's words almost came out off the cuff. Jiang Zhuhua simply agreed.

After saying these words, neither of them spoke again. Jiang Ji seemed to have fallen asleep, and Jiang Zhuhua carefully tucked him in before leaving the room.

Are you going to say goodbye?

Huo Wang sat on the sofa and asked this question after the person closed the door.

From the moment that child guessed the relationship between the two, Huo Wang had a premonition that their short-lived romance might be coming to an end.

"The child feels insecure. I'm sorry."

Jiang Zhuhua was still hesitating about how to start the conversation, but it was perfect that the other party had taken the initiative.

I will give you some compensation.

Jiang Zhuhua hesitated before speaking. After all, this kind of thing was quite ugly, and he was the one who agreed when the other person confessed their feelings.

"Need not."

Huo Wang felt a strong urge to smoke and was very irritable, but he couldn't blame anyone.

"I'm going back first, you should get some sleep."

At this moment, neither of them was in a good mood. Huo Wang didn't want to talk about things at this time; he needed to sort things out properly.

He needs a strategist.

"I'll give it to you."

Jiang Zhuhua spoke after a period of silence.

"No need. There's fruit on the table, remember to eat it."

The two didn't say anything more, and Jiang Zhuhua watched him go downstairs. A red glow appeared in the dim light, and the smell of tobacco seemed to be able to be smelled from a distance.

Jiang Zhuhua drew the curtains, his mood not exactly good either. He quickly washed up and went straight to his room to sleep.

Jiang Ji lay in bed, and opened her eyes again the moment her mother left.

Staring blankly into the dimly lit room, Jiang Ji could hear the sounds outside clearly. Even though they weren't very loud, they sounded like thunder to him.

Was I being selfish?

Jiang Ji was unaware that the single mother didn't seem very happy.

But all he wanted was a home, a mother who loved him. He had only been with his mother for six months, and he didn't want to be separated from her so soon.

If her mother gets together with Huo Wang in the future, then her mother will be taken away. Jiang Ji doesn't know what she should do if they have children together.

The short dramas on TV all go like this: a mother has a child with a stepfather, and the original child suffers all sorts of grievances. Or it's a father and stepmother. Anyway, the child always suffers some kind of grievance.

Jiang Ji didn't want to swallow her anger after being framed, nor did she want to lie unconscious outside in the dead of winter.

All he wanted was his mother's love.

Did he do something wrong? Jiang Ji didn't know. No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't figure it out. He couldn't sleep well all night. Every time he closed his eyes, he dreamed that he was thrown out of his house.

It's really cold outside. I don't know when it started snowing, but it slowly covered the road with a layer of white.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough."

A faint coughing sound came from a small alley, and a hand reached out from the alley, still covered with dried bloodstains.

That hand was exceptionally thin and long, with fingers that were frozen pale and even looked a bit purple.

Looking inside, there was a man over 180 cm tall, wearing a thin trench coat, covered in blood. It was unclear what had happened; he coughed up blood as well.

They were even covered in mud.

The man blinked wearily, looking at the snowflakes falling on his legs. Wasn't it autumn? Why is it snowing?

Where is Linlin?

The man couldn't help but think about it, then turned his head and curled the corners of his mouth in a mocking smile.

Why would he want to see her? He had begged her so much, and he still wanted her to see him one last time before he died, but she left so easily.

Everything is gone. He gave so much to the other person, and in the end, even a final glance before death was a luxury.

It's ridiculous; my whole life seems so ridiculous.

Forced to grow up, I foolishly gave up everything for that little bit of light.

The man sat alone in the corner, lost in his own thoughts.

"Holy crap, who the hell are you? You're scaring people like this in the middle of the night, you know that?"

A woman passing by on the roadside saw such a bloodied person as she turned the corner, and almost couldn't help but curse.

After I finished yelling, I started to feel scared and couldn't help but shrink back, but I was still a little worried.

"Um, do you need to call the police? Were you assaulted? Or can I call an ambulance for you?"

The woman spoke while maintaining a safe distance.

The man looked up in confusion, feeling increasingly cold, his mind seemingly foggy, as if it were rusty.

Wasn't I supposed to be in some dilapidated alleyway in the middle of nowhere? How could there be anyone here? Do people even come to such remote places?

The man strained his rusty brain. It was snowing? But it was clearly autumn, how could it be snowing?

It can't be that I did something stupid, like the tragic story of Dou E, where snow fell in autumn.

The man, his rusty brain working, asked only one question: "What year is it this year?"

"***8 years."

The woman carefully backed away, sensing something was off about this person. Had he been beaten senseless and lost his mind? The phone even showed the year.

No, no, I'm still so scared.

The woman left immediately after saying that. This person seems a bit mentally unstable.

"Did we travel through time?"

The man struggled to his feet, but one leg was broken, and he felt dizzy and lightheaded. Even breathing was incredibly difficult.

Several of his ribs were broken, and blood gushed from his nose.

"Twenty years ago."

The man sighed, but his eyes betrayed his disappointment.

But no one loved me either, even twenty years ago.