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Miao Siqing saw that there was still some distance ahead of them. She let Mo Xiaoxiao sit in the back of the car and slowly push his way.

"Xiao Yan, I didn't know who my mother and father were since I was young. Do you think it's strange?" Miao Siqing lowered his head, not daring to look back at Mo Xiaoxiao. "I asked my grandma, but she was always unwilling to tell me. Later on, he said that I fell from the sky and jumped out of a rock. At first, I believed his.

"I don't know who my mother is either." The corner of her mouth twitched. She felt a little cold and tightened her windbreaker. She remembered that she had asked her father the same question. His father just hugged her.

Later that night, when he went to sleep, he saw his father standing alone outside the room wiping away his tears.

From then on, Mo Xiaoxiao no longer asked her father who her mother was.

Night came to a standstill. Only the sound of the wheels rolling across the limestone road could be heard. However, the two figures that they had met for the second time had pulled into the distance between them due to their childhood.

Xiao Menghan was following him at a distance. He could follow his, but when he saw the scene of Miao Shiqing and Mo Xiaoxiao getting along harmoniously, he listened to their stories about their childhood.

In the end, Xiao Menghan did not appear. He was also thinking about his childhood, and even if he had a short time of happiness, it would still be drowned out by the pain that would follow.

"Siqing, how did you know I was there?"

"I knew it because I wanted to know. Lil 'Yun, don't worry. I will stay by your side and protect you, so that no one will harm you."

"What do you know?" She raised her head and looked at Miao Siqing. He looked even younger than her. Right now, he was looking at her with eyes as firm as a man's. He was able to hold the entire world together, but she couldn't rely on him.

Dad had said to learn to be strong in silence. She wanted to be strong.

Miao Siqing lowered his head. Actually, he had felt something wrong with his body the last time he examined his. After being a nurse for so long, the tests that his grandmother had given him were not for physical wounds at all.

"Xiao Yan, if you don't mind, I can be the father of the child in your womb."

She did not get angry at Miao Siqing's directness. Instead, she lowered her head and slowly walked on. She did not give Miao Siqing an accurate reply as her mind was in a mess. There was a stifling feeling in the city that made her unable to catch her breath.

Miao Siqing lived in a relatively old building. The front part was for the clinic, while the back part was where Miao Siqing and his grandma lived. Miao Siqing entered through the back door and made a silent gesture towards Mo Xiaoxiao before holding her hand and walking step by step towards his room.

The staircase was made of wooden planks. He was afraid that the sound of his slippers would disturb Miao Siqing's grandmother. She took off her slippers and walked up the stairs barefooted.

Miao Shiqing turned around and immediately stopped. In the next moment, she bent down and picked her up.

Miao Siqing was so frightened that he held his breath. She lowered her voice and whispered into his ear, "It's not good for you and your baby if you catch cold."

When the silhouettes of Miao Shiqing and Mo Xiaoxiao disappeared from the staircase, a silhouette walked out from the bottom of the stairs. It was Dr. Miao, who was wearing a Taiji suit.

Xiao Meng Han was hesitating about whether she should go in and take a look. He paced back and forth in front of the small independent building. He knew that Miao Siqing had given up his bedroom for Mo Xiaoxiao to sleep in and had gone to the guest room to sleep. Xiao Meng Han's hand was placed on the back door and just as she was about to open it, a voice sounded from behind him.

"You can go back and let her calm down here for a while."

"You are?" Xiao Meng Han turned around and looked at Doctor Miao, who had appeared behind him at some point in time. He couldn't tell when she had appeared behind him.

"Doctor Miao, I'll have to trouble you with Xiao Yan's health. How much money do you need for me to get Han Yong to send it over tomorrow?"

Doctor Miao looked at Xiao Meng Han, the eyes behind the glasses were staring at him. Finally, he said, "I letting her stay has nothing to do with money. You can leave, don't appear near this place for the next few days, Han Yong doesn't even need to come."

After saying that, she didn't care about whether Xiao Meng Han agreed or not. She gave him a deep look, then directly went past him and opened the back door.

As the night wind blew, Xiao Meng Han's figure stood there like a statue, unmoving for a long time. That glance from Doctor Miao just now made him feel like he was unable to hide from her.

The early morning sun shone onto the small, old building. The figure that had been standing there just a moment ago had already left. Xiao Menghan did not turn around; he wanted to see Han Yong.

She didn't dare to close her eyes until the sky turned white. She placed her hands on her stomach, but there was nothing she could do to stop herself from thinking about what the little life in her stomach would look like.

Miao Siqing had already woken up before his grandmother woke up. He didn't dare to go back home and argue with her. He took a shower in front of the tap and wiped his face with a wet tissue.

"Since when have you been so diligent?" Dr. Miao stretched out his white coat and looked at her grandson who was busying himself in the kitchen.

"Grandmother, you speak as if I were a social worm." Miao Siqing slowly stirred the porridge and placed the chopped meat into the bowl. Only by doing so would the rice porridge be nutritious and the baby in her stomach be healthier after Little Red ate it.

Miao Siqing's lips curled up when he thought of Mo Xiaoxiao, and the light in his beautiful brown eyes became increasingly bright.

Doctor Miao's gaze swept across his grandson's busy figure. His eyes were fixated on the little kitten curled up on the roof outside the kitchen window. It was currently lazily basking in the sun, its slightly bulging belly clearly indicating the life that was being born inside.

"Little Flower already has a baby, aiya."

Miao Shiqing couldn't care less about the small flowers and small grasses. He tested the taste of the porridge. It was not bad.

Miao Shiqing was about to go upstairs to his room with a bowl full of rice porridge. He lived on the top floor of the building. If Dr. Miao didn't want to climb the stairs, he would stay downstairs.

Doctor Miao drank a mouthful of congee and looked at his grandson's actions. He said in an indifferent manner, "Bring some side dishes over. I don't have much appetite even if I just drink congee."

"Mm, okay, Grandma, I'll come down later to get it."

Dr. Miao no longer had the appetite to eat. She put down the bowl and looked at the steaming pot on the stove with misty eyes. His thoughts raced. The Miao and Xiao Families were truly enemies.

The days had returned to normal as Xiao Meng Han was still in the villa handling the documents. Occasionally, he would go to the company to take a look, but Han Yong was still his capable assistant.

It was very easy to pass the day. When the night came, Xiao Meng Han had the impulse to go to that small building to take a look, but he never left the villa.

Han Yong told Xiao Menghan that the Miao Family was a family that had been doctors for generations, and their ancestors were once famous physicians in the Imperial Palace. Then, tired of the darkness of the palace, he resigned and went into the mountains. Han Yong didn't go to the villa as well. He had sent people to carefully guard the villa and report back if there was any news of Mo Xiaoxiao.

Xiao Meng Han kept feeling that Doctor Miao's eyes were like X-rays. She seemed to know that her body was different from ordinary people.