Xinwan didn't want something like that to happen again.
That night five years ago was a mistake. That mistake continued to this day, and she didn't want to repeat it.
She was a very opinionated and principled person. She had grown up in a single-parent family. Although she knew who her father was, she hadn't been acknowledged all these years. Even if she saw her father standing in front of her, she couldn't even greet him. So what if he was rich and powerful? She had never told anyone that she hated rich and powerful people the most.
Because men, as long as they were high and mighty, would always want to have women in their arms.
Her love had to be sacred, pure, and devoted.
Hence, even if Jiang Youyi treated Tong Qing Meng well, Xinwan still felt that it was like a broken mirror that had been pieced back together.
Because of this, she didn't want a child to affect her relationship with Wen Han-woo. If this man didn't love her, but forced himself to be with her for the sake of a child, she felt that the three of them would suffer in the end. Even the child wouldn't have an easy time.
"Wen Han-woo, what are you doing? Stop, I won't allow you to come over! Do you hear me? "
"I told you to stop, you're not allowed to come over! Wen Han-woo, are you deaf? Stop right there! "
"You're not allowed again?"
"But why do I feel like you're Wen Han-woo's woman when I look at you?"
Xinwan's heart pounded wildly. She opened her mouth and denied it loudly, "No, no! I'm not your woman! "
"You gave birth to my child, so how can you not be my woman?"
"I heard Mom shouting in her room …"
The whole family was dumbfounded …
Xinwan knew that her son could be a "little devil" at times, but she really didn't expect him to be so shocking.
Instantly, her entire face flushed red. She was so nervous that she subconsciously squeezed the phone in her palm, as if she wanted to crush the phone.
Jiang Youyi's expression changed slightly, but he was experienced and quickly returned to normal. He glanced at Wen Han-woo, who was obviously calmer than Xinwan. He then looked at his wife, who looked forced and awkward. Jiang Youyi thought that perhaps men's skin was always thicker than women's.
He coughed softly, walked forward, and gently patted Tong Yanyu's little head. He smiled and said, "Children are so innocent and naive. Children's words carry no harm, no harm. Erm, Hanwoo, are you leaving? "
Wen Han-woo's gaze occasionally swept over Xinwan's face. When he saw her blush because of his son's joke, he thought of how she resisted him on the bed, but couldn't break free. Her body was also suffused with a pink hue.
There was a hint of struggle in her eyes, but there was also a hint of confusion because of him.
Sometimes, men were such contradictory creatures. He clearly knew that she was resisting and resisting, but when he thought about how she would slowly fall because of him, another subtle feeling overrode everything else.
"Something came up at the last minute, so I'll let Xiao Yu stay here today. Tomorrow, I'll get someone to pick up Xiao Yu."
Wen Han-woo gathered his thoughts and spoke in a deep voice. He glanced at his son again and reached out to tug at the cuffs of his shirt. "My parents have already found a school for Xiao Yu, and I brought him there today. The paperwork is almost done, so I'll let Xiao Yu start school tomorrow."
When Xinwan heard this, she immediately shook her head. "No, I don't think that school is suitable for Xiao Yu."
"Not suitable?" Wen Han-woo curved his lips and didn't seem angry. He only said casually, "Perhaps this society isn't suitable for anyone, but isn't everyone living a good life? You want to find a school that's suitable for Xiao Yu? Then what's considered suitable? Don't talk about whether it's suitable or not. Even if it's really not suitable, we'll talk about it after he attends school. We haven't even tried it yet, so what right do you have to say that it's not suitable? "
When Jiang Youyi saw this, he was afraid that the two of them would quarrel. Moreover, they were talking about school, so he didn't feel the need to be too serious. He hurriedly stepped forward and spoke before Xinwan. "Wanwan, regarding school, let's listen to Hanwoo first. I think what he said makes sense. No matter what, Xiao Yu just came back from America, so he might not be used to it immediately. But slowly, he'll get used to it."
"No, Dad."
Xinwan still wanted to say something, but Jiang Youyi immediately gave Tong Qing Meng a look. Of course, Tong Qing Meng didn't want to see the two of them bickering. After all, they still had a five-year-old son. She immediately walked over and took Xinwan's hand. "Alright, Wanwan, didn't Xiao Yu just say that he wants to rest? Bring him upstairs to rest. "
Xinwan could tell that her parents were biased towards Wen Han-woo. Of course, she knew the reason, but she still felt a little uncomfortable. But at this moment, she knew that it was useless for her to say anything more. Anyway, he was going to leave, so she might as well keep quiet.
Wen Han-woo waved at his son. Tong Yanyu gave him face, but he still called him Uncle. "Didn't you say that you would accompany me tonight?"
"I have something to do. You and Mom will stay at Grandma's house tonight. I'll bring someone to pick you up tomorrow. Be good and go to school, okay?"
"Okay."
Tong Yanyu nodded. He thought of something and suddenly reached out his chubby little arms and hugged Wen Han-woo's neck. His little body stood on his tiptoes and whispered into the man's ear —
"Uncle, you asked me to help you, and I did it. You have to remember that you owe me a wish. When I ask for it, you have to promise me."
Wen Han-woo smiled but didn't say anything. He squeezed his son's little hand and then nodded.
Tong Yanyu looked satisfied and happily watched Wen Han-woo leave. He then held Xinwan's hand and said, "Mom, I want to rest. Take me to bed."
It was getting late, so Jiang Youyi and Tong Qing Meng were ready to go to bed. Tong Yanyu's room was already prepared by the maids at home. She wasn't a young girl, so there was no need for special decorations. The Jiang family's room was cleaned every day, so they brought a new set of bedding and changed into it.
After Tong Xinwan said goodnight to his grandparents, Xinwan took him to his room. Before he went to bed, Xinwan couldn't resist tucking her son in and asked softly, "Xiao Yu, tell Mom the truth. Were you instigated by Wen Han-woo?"
Tong Yanyu blinked his big eyes. "Mom, what do you mean by 'instigated'?"
Xinwan secretly gritted her teeth and tried to control her tone. "Instigated? You don't understand? Then I'll explain it to you. Did you deliberately bring him to my room just now? Or did he ask you to bring him in? Also, tell Mom the truth about what you said downstairs. Did you do it on purpose? "
"Mom, was the room I brought Uncle into yours? I didn't know. "
Tong Yanyu's innocent gaze made it hard for anyone to believe his words. "I thought it was the guest room."
"Really? Then how did you hear what Mom and Uncle said? "
"You were talking so loudly, so I heard it."
"Didn't you say it was the guest room? Why were you waiting outside after you sent him to the guest room? "
Tong Yanyu looked at his mother's smile that was getting colder and colder. He quickly yawned and stretched a little as he said vaguely, "I'm so sleepy, Mom. I'm going to sleep. I still have to go to school tomorrow. It's my first day at school, so I have to leave a good impression on the teachers and classmates."
As he spoke, he turned his body and faced Xinwan with his butt. His breathing quickly became even.
Xinwan.
Shaking her head gently, Xinwan covered her son with the blanket again. Just as she was about to get up, she suddenly felt a rhythmic vibration in her pocket. She frowned and reached out to touch it. Only then did she realize that it was Wen Han-woo's phone.
He had just given their son a game, but she had 'confiscated' it. In the end, she did not return it to him when he left.
There was a text message on the screen. As the time had passed, the phone had automatically locked itself, so Xinwan could only see the name displayed on the screen. It was probably his secretary. She only saw the first few words of the text: 'President Gu, tomorrow at nine o' clock … '
Xinwan could not be bothered to read his text. She took the phone, got up, and tiptoed out of the room. When she returned to her own bedroom, she threw the phone on the bedside table. She thought that she would return the phone to him when Wen Han-woo sent someone to pick up Xiao Yu tomorrow.
But with the current situation, when would it end?
The issue of their son's school and the issue of their son's custody …
She originally thought that he would raise the issue of their son's custody as soon as possible, but he had not mentioned a word until now. However, Family Wen's people were already busy looking for a school for their son and registering for a household register. Once all the paperwork was finalized, wouldn't it be even harder for her to make a comeback?
Xinwan felt that she could not go on like this. Was she really going to let her son live in Family Wen and Family Jiang one day?
Even if Wen Han-woo was willing, she felt that it was inappropriate. Moreover, Family Wen still had Han Eemo. How could she allow Xiao Yu to remain in this state?
Xinwan allowed herself to lie comfortably on the bed. Her mind was filled with her son and Wen Han-woo's problems. After some time, her phone rang. Xinwan snapped out of her daze. It was Qin Fangang's number.
She recalled how they parted on bad terms at the amusement park that day. She did not expect him to call her at this time. She thought about it for a moment and picked up.
The man on the other end of the line spoke the moment she picked up the call. His voice was low and deep, as though it was tainted with the darkness of the night. "Baby, I'm downstairs. Come down. I want to see you."
"Qin Fangang, it's me …"
"I just have something to talk to you about. You don't want me to go straight in, right?"
Xinwan hung up the phone and reached out to pinch between her brows. She put on a thin jacket and went downstairs.
…
When Wen Han-woo arrived at the rendezvous point, it was almost eleven o 'clock. However, they usually stayed up all night.
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