Hearing what Mrs. Ou said, little Luoluo pursed his lips slightly.
Suddenly, as if throwing a tantrum, he slipped out of his mother’s arms and ran out all on his own.
"Luoluo..." Mrs. Ou quickly put down the storybook and her gaze followed the little one.
What’s wrong with this child?
Was it because she had just said sothing bad about Xia Xiyan, so he’s upset with her?
...
Nightti.
Xia Mansion.
Xia Zhiyun had a dream, one that brought her back more than ten years ago, to that night in Country S.
That tall and noble man had her pinned beneath him.
His scalding breath road all over her body, his unending kisses brushing over every sensitive spot on her skin.
The man’s deep gasps seed to echo right next to her ear.
While holding her tightly and thrusting, he bit her ear and called out her na again and again, "Susan, Susan..."
"Ah—" Xia Zhiyun jolted awake, sitting upright in bed, her pupils constricted tightly.
Her forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and her hands gripped the bedsheet beneath her.
Xiyan hadn’t gone to sleep yet. Hearing the scream, she imdiately ran out and rushed to Xia Zhiyun’s room. "Mom, what’s wrong?"
Seeing Xiyan’s worried little face, Xia Zhiyun finally ca back to her senses.
Everything just now was a dream.
She had dread again about what had happened more than a decade ago in Country S.
Her trembling eyelashes fluttered closed as she spoke, "Mom’s fine."
Xiyan didn’t believe it at all. Her mom’s face practically scread: I had a nightmare.
She poured a glass of water for Xia Zhiyun. "Here, have so water. You look like this—how am I supposed to feel at ease going to the film set?"
Tomorrow, she’d be joining the film crew for the online drama she had auditioned for earlier, *Those Years.*
At first glance, the whole sumr was likely going to be spent on set.
But her mom...
"Baby." Xia Zhiyun suddenly pulled Xiyan into an embrace, sobbing softly as she spoke, "Mom only has you now, don’t leave ."
...Sweat. Now, weren’t their roles reversed?
Xiyan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, patting Xia Zhiyun’s back. "I’m just going to the film crew. I’ll co ho to visit you whenever I can, and you can co to the set to see too. Why make it sound like it’s so tragic farewell?"
Xia Zhiyun sighed in a dejected tone, "The house already feels so empty. If you’re not ho, I won’t even have anyone to talk to."
"Well, I’ll let An Ran know. If she has ti, I’ll ask her to co by and keep you company."
After coaxing her mom for a long while, Xiyan finally managed to get her to fall asleep again.
Her phone started vibrating.
She pulled it out to check, only to see it was a call from Niannian.
While carefully closing her mother’s door, Xiyan answered, "Hello? Niannian."
"Xiyan..." Chi Niannian spoke softly, "Can we talk?"
Xiyan glanced at the clock; it was already 9 p.m. "Is sothing urgent?"
"Not exactly urgent. I’m just outside your family’s mansion."
"Huh?" Xiyan imdiately responded, "Wait there, I’ll co out right now."
After hanging up, Xiyan rushed out, pushed open the iron gate outside the mansion, and glanced around. She quickly saw Chi Niannian standing under a streetlamp not far away.
She was smoking, her eyes maintaining that sa cold and detached deanor, exuding an air of confidence and dominance.
Xiyan walked up, grabbing her hand at once. "What’re you doing here? Why didn’t you ring the doorbell? Co on, let’s go inside..."
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