either, you know'"Xiang Wan nodded. "She said she didn't have your phone number and then took leave from Lan Jie."" Zhou Miao's leave of absence, Lan Jie told me about it. Don't worry, I just asked c...No wonder Li always attaches such importance to it.

At this point, Meng Lan's voice couldn't help but become serious.

"There's still half a month until Valentine's Day, and the deadline is pretty generous. There shouldn't be any problems. I'll deliver a first draft to you by tomorrow evening at the latest."

"No rush."

Feng Mu's gaze was always on her, and then, he picked up the teapot and poured her a cup of plain water.

"How is the child"

When it came to children, Menglan's fingers tightened around the book in her hand, her voice slightly strained. "Nothing much, just kids playing."

"When are they going to let me see him"

Feng Mu's voice was gentle, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, a hint of pleading in his tone, "You should be able to guess, the reason I came to Yun Cheng is for you and the child."

Upon hearing his words, Menglan's entire body trembled.

"From the moment he was born until now, I have never laid eyes on him. Without your permission, I dare not even look at him."

The office was eerily quiet, so silent that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard. Feng Mu's voice wasn't loud, but each syllable was clear, "Five years now, Xiaoru, are you not planning to come home"

Xiaoru, aren't you planning to go home yet

Home

Where else does she have a home

As he spoke, Menglan’s eyes seemed to hold something that made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. A bitter ache settled in her chest, making even the tip of her tongue taste like ashes.

For a moment, even the surrounding air felt thin!

She suddenly stood up, her palms clenched into fists.

A surge of excitement pounded in my chest, but I forced my voice to remain calm as I spoke.

"Feng Mu, five years ago when we parted ways, you said you wouldn't interfere with my life, which means the child is also unrelated to you."

"As for everything else, you went too far. We're just business partners now, and I hope you can control yourself. Let's keep things professional. No talking about anything other than work."

There's not much to talk about.

After she finished speaking, Menglan worried that her emotions might spiral out of control. She grabbed the files and turned to leave the office.

Bang—

After closing the door, she leaned against the wall, her palms pressed tightly against her chest, but tears still streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.

After all, he was someone I once loved deeply. How could I just ignore him

Once again, how could my heart remain untouched

But Menglan was very clear, since the past five years, Feng Mu had not appeared in her life.

Then... there's no need for it to appear again!

……

Meng Lan was working overtime at the company tonight, so she asked Xia Yihan to pick up her son on the way home.

Meng Lan worked all the way into the night, but she hadn't made much progress on her work. A dim yellow light was still on in the office, and the trashcan overflowed with crumpled papers she had discarded.

Designing this thing looks easy, but it's actually really hard to do.

All the clothing companies under the Feng Group are second-tier brands, she absolutely cannot make any mistakes and must present the most perfect works.

She just couldn't think of anything. Menglan was also worried about her son, so she packed up all the design drawings on the table and drove home.

She dragged her weary body to the door, just as she pulled out her key from her bag, a shattering sound of glass breaking came from inside the room.

Upon hearing this, Menglan was startled and quickly opened the door, stepping inside.

In the kitchen, shards of broken glass littered the floor. Liu Niancheng held a shovel in his hand, his feet perched precariously on a high stool. He was straining to reach something, and the unsteady stool swayed dangerously close to tipping over.

"Niánchéng, tell Mommy if you're okay, where are you hurt"

Seeing this scene, Meng Lan was so frightened that her soul almost flew away. She hurriedly ran forward and checked his body.

"Mommy, I'm fine~"

Liu Niancheng lightly twitched the corner of his lips toward her, revealing two deep dimples.

When Menglan finished checking his body and found that nothing was wrong, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

Although her heartbeat was still strong, a feeling of frustration remained firmly in her chest, making her restless and agitated. Her voice became sharp as well.

"Liu Niancheng, I've told you so many times, don't climb to such high places. Why won't you listen Luckily, I came back in time. What if you got hurt How could I come back then"

The little boy seemed to be frightened by her, silent for a while, then blinked his eyes innocently and spoke up,

"Mommy, I'm sorry I worried you. But I didn't mean to be naughty.

I was just worried because you weren't home so late, afraid you might be hungry, so I learned how to make fried rice online.

The moment those words left his lips, Menglan froze, her heart filled with shock.

And Liu Niancheng, fearing she wouldn't believe him, tiptoed and lifted the lid of the pot.

He pointed at the pot of mushy, blackened rice with bits of eggshell still clinging to it, and said with a troubled expression, "Mommy, I followed the video tutorial to make the rice, but I don't know why it turned out burnt..."

Looking at the bowl of congee, Menglan's heart was filled with warmth, her eyes glistening.

She bit her lip, trying to swallow the bitterness in her heart, but tears flowed down her cheeks slowly.

"Mommy, why are you crying" Liu Niancheng's little face turned pale with worry. He hurriedly raised his small hand to wipe away her tears. "Mommy, don't cry. I promise I won't climb so high again, please don't cry~"

As soon as these words were uttered, Meng Lan's heart ached even more with guilt. She couldn't help but reach out and pull him into her embrace.

"Silly child, you don't need to work so hard. You're only a five-year-old. Mommy hopes you can grow up happily, okay"

Listening to her words, Liu Niancheng stretched out his chubby little arm and hugged her neck tightly. "Poof," a sound as he planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Mommy, Niancheng wants to grow up quickly so he can be a little man and protect you!"

The son's words struck Menglan's heart in the softest place.

She gently lifted her hand, caressing his rosy cheek, and softly reminded him, “Okay, Mommy will wait for you to grow up.”

"Mommy, I forgot to tell you this all along, I love you so much~" Liu Niancheng acted cute towards her, his fair and tender little face seemed as if it could be broken with a gentle blow, and his smile curved the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, Menglan's heart seemed to be melted by cuteness.

Especially when hearing the word "love," as her son called it, Menglan suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Her previously empty mind was instantly flooded with ideas.

Love.

It's all about love!

This time, the design styles of couple outfits and family outfits are all centered around the theme of "love", aren't they

At this point, many design styles flashed through Menglan's mind. She felt a surge of joy and kissed her son on the forehead.

“Thank you, baby. You are really Mommy’s little lucky star!”

As soon as she finished speaking, she hurriedly carried her son out of the kitchen.

After tidying up the mess on the floor, she simply prepared three dishes and a soup. She served them to the table and personally fed her son.

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