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"My assistant is your fan. Mmm, that's what the internet calls her. In other words, both mother and son are your fans."

Teng Yiyang replied evasively, so as to prevent her from exploding and chasing him out.

"So that's how it is." Ji An'an nodded.

"How do you know?"

"I still remember a picture of you that your fan posted, and she showed it to me," He thought of that day and looked at her with a assured smile, "Although it was just a vague view of her back, I recognized it with a single glance. As long as it was you, no matter if it was your hand or your silhouette, I would never be wrong to recognize you."

Ji An'an was stunned for a moment. She inadvertently met his gaze and sunk into a state of deep thought. At the end of her gaze was a glimmer of light, a deep feeling of affection that could not be dispelled.

She immediately looked away.

It seemed as if he had been painting for a long time just now. His vision had blurred, and even his vision had become blurred.

Otherwise, how could she see such deep love in the eyes of the Demon King of Confusion?

Everything was an illusion.

"So you still investigated me!"

If he hadn't happened to meet her at the bar, he wouldn't have gone to find her and stop her with the anime.

She almost bit her lip.

"It's not like you're going to contact me, so I can only come up with this plan."

"You make it sound so grandiose, I don't like it here …"

Teng Yiyang coughed lightly. Holding the cup of water, he immediately turned around and walked towards Shuibao. "I'm going to see Shuibao."

Ji An'an glared at his back, her anger surging.

If looks could kill, he would have been killed hundreds of times by her.

Fortunately, he was able to escape quickly, otherwise he would have been kicked out by now.

Ji An'an was no longer in the mood to continue drawing, so she set the drawing board aside.

It just so happened that Little Chen had called to say that her child had had some business at the kindergarten and needed to be taken away for two hours.

She looked at the time. It was almost noon, so she asked her to take care of things and come back in the afternoon.

It was all for the sake of being a mother, to be able to understand how to take care of a child.

In the midst of Little Chen's gratitude, she hung up the phone.

Since Little Chen was not here at noon, she would have to settle the lunch by herself.

She remembered that there were still enough dishes in the fridge for her and Shuibao to eat.

Teng Yiyang, who was accompanying his son, was a bit nervous when he heard the noises coming from the kitchen.

"Uncle, Mommy is cooking. The food she cooks is delicious."

Shuibao was already used to it, so Mommy stayed in the kitchen at this time.

He was very obedient and didn't disturb Daddy.

Teng Yiyang asked subconsciously, "Did Mommy cook for you all these years?"

He really wanted to know more about this mother and son pair. The information on the paper was extremely sparse, and he was completely unable to perceive their lives through those cold and emotionless eyes.

Now, for example, sit on the floor and play with your son.

This was a scene he had never experienced before in his life.

Before this, if someone were to ask him, he would probably sneer at them. How could he, Teng Yiyang, lower his status like that when he was with a little kid?

But now, only by being within it would one be able to understand the subtleties of it.

With a child like this quietly accompanying him, even if he didn't do anything, quietly watching, his heart would still be content and happy.

However, he was very afraid. This was just a dream, a dream come to nothing.

Shuibao, who was immersed in the joy of accompanying Daddy, answered every question.

"I still don't know what happened in the past, but second uncle said that Mommy suffered a lot when she gave birth to me. Basically, she spent a year in bed."

"Wait until Shuibao remembers, then Mommy will be healthy again."

"As long as Mommy has the time, she will cook for Shuibao. Even second uncle is envious!"

"Because Mommy is usually so lazy."

Shuibao smiled proudly as he spoke.

He was the person Mommy loved the most!

Teng Yiyang listened carefully to every word his son said.

His throat was slightly sore.

He had read from his grandpa that Shuibao was born prematurely and it was hard for her to protect Shuibao.

However, under the pressure of the Bei's, the amount of information he could find was very limited.

Now, even if he only exposed his bare limbs, his heart couldn't help but ache.

It was heartache.

He looked across the living room at the busy figure.

His eyes were filled with pity and regret.

"Uncle, why is your eyes red? Is it the sand blowing into my eyes? " Shuibao tilted his head and asked in confusion.

Teng Yiyang nodded and noticed something was wrong with his son's words, "What do you mean by 'also'? Who told you that? "

Shuibao answered honestly, "It's Mommy. It seems like every time I meet Uncle, Mommy's eyes will get blown by the sand."

As he spoke, his words were unintentional and the listeners seemed to have intentions.

Teng Yiyang clenched his fist. It turned out that she wasn't completely oblivious. Even though she said that she forgot him, she didn't.

Then he still had a chance.

"Uncle, where are you going?"

Shuibao looked at the person who stood up and also stood up.0

Teng Yiyang gently touched his head, "Uncle will talk to Mommy. I'll be with you in a while."

Shuibao nodded heavily and sat down again, "Ok."

The sweet and sour fish had already been prepared in the pot. Ji An'an had just torn up the dish and was thinking of cooking it later. The two of them had more than enough time to prepare lunch.

Just as she bent down to take some garlic from her basket and was about to flay it, her eyes caught a glimpse of someone walking towards her.

She turned around warily. "What are you doing here again?"

Teng Yiyang had never seen her react so much. He put his hand to his lips and said unnaturally, "Let me see, what can I do for you?"

Ji An'an looked him up and down suspiciously, "Have you learned culinary arts?"

"Nope."

She rolled her eyes and turned around, skilfully peeling garlic. Then she began to stir-fry, "Then don't bother me."

He was a young master that didn't care about the Yang Spring Water. It was fine that he would help, but he wouldn't help her.

She didn't want him to burn her like in the kitchen of the old house.

"Ji An'an, you don't like me that much right now?"

As he said this, he couldn't help but want to go forward. Especially after hearing how difficult it was for her to give birth to Shuibao, he really wanted to hug her, but he stopped himself in his tracks.

Ji An'an was already at her limit being able to endure until now. If it wasn't outside, he would have used his mouth to threaten her. If he didn't let her in, he would have told Shuibao that he was Daddy's truth.

She took a deep breath and ignored him.

Still, he was lying in the kitchen.

Her gaze was like candy, glued to her body.

She couldn't take it anymore and immediately ordered them to leave, "Turn left three steps, turn right again, and leave."

"An An, you're too unkind. How can you be so kind as to kick someone out? I'm going to stay and have lunch."

He had already smelled the scent of fish. He had not eaten her cooking for years, and his fingers were itching. Seeing that the fish had left the pot, she placed the dish on the table and turned around to scoop up the vegetables.

As the sweet and sour taste lingered in his mouth, his heart skipped a beat.

It still smelled like the past.

It was something he had never cherished before, but he had never forgotten the taste that he had experienced in the past few years.

His mind went blank for a moment.

However, at this moment, Ji An'an was determined to send him out.

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