Chapter 13

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Shui Miaomiao chewed her rice and answered him seriously. “I am afraid that I wouldn’t get any money and would lose my son too. I’d lose everything. So, forget that idea.”

Yanyan’s eyes dimmed. “Rest assured. Seeing as you are so lonely, I will stay with you.”

Shui Miaomiao gently patted Yanyan’s fringe that covered his forehead, then smiled as she said, “Food boy. Son, go and pour a glass of water for your old mother.”

“Roger.” Yanyan climbed down from the chair and his little body ran to the kitchen.

Shui Miaomiao looked lovingly at Yanyan’s shadow.

Yanyan had always been by her side over these years. He was like a winter cotton-padded jacket warming her once cold heart.

She dared not imagine the day when she might lose Yanyan. She absolutely would not let that man have any contact with Yanyan.

While Shui Miaomiao was thinking, the phone rang. She was startled. She saw a series of unknown numbers as she picked up the phone to answer it.

The call might be from a customer because the radio broadcast company was trying to get more sponsors.

She quickly answered the call with the standard sweet voice of a host. “Hello, I am Shuishui from GBB. Who’s calling please?”

“Shuishui?”

Shui Miaomiao was stunned. She felt the voice from the other side was a little familiar.

“You are…”

“I am Shen Mochen. We just met. Did you forget that?” Shen Mochen said. His deep voice had a magnetic quality that traveled down the phone.

Shui Miaomiao heard his voice and was instantly nervous. A feeling of panic flashed in her eyes. In an unpleasant tone, she asked, “How did you get my phone number?”

Shen Mochen held her employee’s ID card in one hand and gently tapped on the steering wheel. His head tilted a little, and he looked at the window on the third floor. His other hand held his phone. There was a malicious smile on his face. “You dropped your employee’s ID card at my house,” he explained. ” Your mobile phone number is on it.”

Employee’s ID card?

Shui Miaomiao remembered it.

She was in the habit of stuffing her ID card in the pocket of her jeans. It must have fallen out when she took them off, and she hadn’t noticed.

She had to go to work that night.

“Are you going to the university this afternoon? I will get it from you then,” Shui Miaomiao said, looking at Yanyan who was bringing some water over. She subconsciously did not want Yanyan to have anything to do with this man. She placed her index finger on her lips signaling Yanyan not to speak.

“No, I am outside the building you are staying in. You’re on the third floor, aren’t you?” Shen Mochen asked.

“What?” Shui Miaomiao was startled. She stood up immediately and ran to the window.

Shen Mochen pushed his car door open.

He had changed into a slim black suit. As his long legs stood on the floor, his trousers were straight and neat.

As she walked over, the door gracefully closed behind him.

The sunlight passed through the leaves of the sycamore tree, forming mottled lights on his noble body. The sunlight swayed with the wind.

He raised his head and his eyes met hers. He smiled gently like a gentle breeze in summer with a hint of noble aura.

Shui Miaomiao’s heart sank. If he came up now, he would see Yanyan and would realize that Yanyan looked like him. What would happen then if he thought of something?

“Wait a second, I’ll come down now,” Shui Miaomiao said as she hung up the phone and dashed out of the door.

Yanyan frowned. He put down the cup of water and walked towards the window. He saw an expensive Bentley outside his house, but he couldn’t see the people inside it clearly.

Did Mom have a man?

Shui Miaomiao rushed down the stairs and saw Shen Mochen standing in the doorway.

He had his right hand in his pocket, and her ID card was in his left hand. His eyes glanced at her dress, and he smiled meaningfully as he said, “Don’t rush. I won’t run away.”