Daddy, I Want Mommy!
“If you want to see your grandmother, give me the password. Otherwise, you can wait to collect your grandmother’s corpse!” Yu Jianshen said before hanging up the phone.
Yu Anwan’s face grew darker as she looked at the disconnected call.
She was going to the Yu family, but not for Yu Jianshen, but for her grandmother.
After a moment, Yu Anwan gradually calmed down.
At this moment, Yu Anwan’s room door was suddenly pushed open, and a small head appeared in front of her.
With a soft and sweet voice, the little one said, “Mommy.”
Yu Anwan concealed her emotions well and asked, “What’s wrong, Xiaobao?”
“I can’t sleep. Can I sleep with Mommy?” Yu Xiaobao blinked her beautiful big eyes.
Yu Xiaobao had a hard time falling asleep since they had just moved. Yu Anwan knew that, so she patted the bed without thinking.
Yu Xiaobao rushed towards Yu Anwan and snuggled in her embrace.
“Mommy will read a picture book with you, okay?” Yu Anwan coaxed Yu Xiaobao.
Yu Xiaobao shook her head and looked at Yu Anwan seriously. Yu Anwan also noticed it and lowered her head to smile.
Before long, Yu Anwan pinched the tip of Yu Xiaobao’s nose and asked, “What do you want to tell Mommy?”
“Mommy, I miss my brother,” Yu Xiaobao said in a sweet and childish voice.
“But isn’t your brother in his room?” Yu Anwan was surprised.
Yu Xiaobao shook her head, and Yu Anwan immediately understood that Xiaobao was referring to Wen Zhanyan.
Yu Anwan fell silent for a moment and then hugged Yu Xiaobao, saying, “Xiaobao, Mommy will bring your brother back, okay?”
Yu Xiaobao nodded, and with a naive tone, she asked, “Mommy, can you tell me something about my brother?”
“Your brother’s name is Wen Zhanyan, and he looks exactly like Dabao…” Yu Anwan said gently as she coaxed Yu Xiaobao
Yu Xiaobao nodded, showing partial understanding, and gradually fell asleep in Yu Anwan’s arms. Yu Anwan looked down at Yu Xiaobao with a face full of tenderness.
Under such tenderness, she felt even more guilty towards Wen Zhanyan.
Yu Anwan took a deep breath and made a vow that she would take Wen Zhanyan away. After all, Wen Jin and Lu Nanxin were about to get married, and Lu Nanxin would never accept Wen Zhanyan.
At that time, Wen Zhanyan would face adversity from all sides.
After a long while, Yu Anwan finally fell asleep. However, her mind was filled with various images. Wen Zhanyan, Wen Jin, grandmother, and the ugly faces of the Yu family members kept appearing in her thoughts.
Outside the window, the night grew darker, while Jiang City remained calm and serene.
…
Wen Jin returned to the Wen family home at 11 p.m.
The butler looked at Wen Jin cautiously and said, “President Wen, Young Master has been kneeling for three hours. He’s just a child, and if the old master were awake, he wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen…”
Wen Jin remained silent and walked straight toward the ancestral hall.
Inside the ancestral hall, Wen Zhanyan knelt rigidly, motionless, not even glancing at Wen Jin as he entered.
Approaching Wen Zhanyan, Wen Jin put his hands in his pockets, looked down at him from above, and asked, “Do you realize your mistake?”
“I don’t know,” Wen Zhanyan’s response was direct, defiantly pushing back.
He still didn’t look at Wen Jin, keeping his head lowered and his gaze fixed on the ground. He was still kneeling quietly. He didn’t have any intention of admitting his mistake.
Wen Jin felt a headache coming on.
How did he had taught Wen Zhanyan to be like this?
When Wen Zhanyan was smart and obedient, he would make your heartache, but when he was stubborn, even ten cows wouldn’t be able to pull him back. He would be so stubborn that he would kill you.
If Wen Jin refused to compromise, Wen Zhanyan would never back down, even if it cost him his life.
Wen Jin couldn’t help but wonder who this stubborn nature resembled.
Suddenly, the thought of Yu Anwan crossed Wen Jin’s mind, and his expression turned cold. It must be Yu Anwan’s undesirable genes.
As he thought about it, Wen Jin snorted silently in his heart.
Then, he squatted down and looked at Wen Zhanyan.
Wen Zhanyan didn’t avoid Wen Jin’s gaze, but his right hand tightened. He held a toy, the little yellow dog, tightly in his hand. He didn’t say anything, showing no intention of talking to Wen Jin.
Wen Jin also noticed that. When he saw the little yellow dog, Wen Jin’s eyes became secretive.
It was left behind by Yu Anwan. Wen Jin had no idea that there was such a thing in the house. It was only when Yu Anwan left that the servant found it in the changing room.
Wen Jin was disgusted. He wanted to get rid of it, but in the end, this little yellow dog was left behind.
There was no other reason. It was because when Wen Zhanyan was young, his body was very weak. He couldn’t cry often and had to be coaxed.
However, Wen Zhanyan couldn’t be coaxed. It was Wen Jin who found out later that as long as he gave the little yellow dog to Wen Zhanyan, he would stop crying very quickly and become extremely quiet.
In the end, the little yellow dog stayed.
So, what was this? Was it the mother’s smell or the mother’s power?
Wen Jin sneered in his heart. This was too ridiculous.
But Wen Zhanyan liked it, so Wen Jin wouldn’t say anything. Looking at Wen Zhanyan’s stubborn look, Wen Jin finally softened his attitude.
“Zhanyan, do you intend to speak to Daddy like this?” Wen Jin asked.
Wen Zhanyan didn’t respond, maintaining his silence. After a long wait, he suddenly spoke, “I miss Mommy. I want Mommy.”
These words instantly intensified Wen Jin’s headache. “Zhanyan, I’ve already told you that your mommy is no longer here, so she can’t come back.”
Wen Zhanyan fell silent once again.
Of course, he knew mommy was gone. Every year during Qingming Festival, Daddy would take him to visit his mommy’s grave, where only a blurry black-and-white photograph remained.
As time passed, Wen Zhanyan could no longer see clearly.
He had asked before, but Wen Jin never brought up the subject again. Over time, Wen Zhanyan stopped asking as well.
Wen Jin looked at Wen Zhanyan’s expression. Before he could say anything, Wen Zhanyan’s voice suddenly sounded.
“I don’t like Lu Nanxin. I don’t want her to be my mommy,” Wen Zhanyan expressed his thoughts clearly. When Wen Jin looked at him, there was no trace of joking in his expression.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with stubbornness, and those eyes were a complete replica of Yu Anwan’s.
Wen Jin watched and listened to Wen Zhanyan’s words, and suddenly his face turned cold. “Wen Zhanyan, whether you like it or not, this matter cannot be changed.”
Wen Jin spoke directly, but Wen Zhanyan didn’t respond.
“Get up and go back to sleep.” Wen Jin didn’t want to continue the conversation with Wen Zhanyan.
However, Wen Zhanyan didn’t get up. Although his knees were already in pain from kneeling and his legs had gone numb, he remained motionless.
This time, Wen Jin’s anger was completely ignited. “Good, very good. Since you like to kneel, then kneel.”
As he spoke, Wen Jin looked at Wen Zhanyan with some annoyance. “Wen Zhanyan, let me tell you, in this world, not everything can go your way!”