A Mother And A Brother

There was no response, not even a glance, from Wen Yiran as she followed the butler out of the room, leaving Fu Xichen alone.

His face turned completely dark.

The butler led Wen Yiran to a guest room. "Miss Wen, this is the room arranged for you. However, it hasn't been occupied for a long time, so I'm afraid..."

Wen Yiran understood her current situation and didn't want to cause trouble for the butler. "It's okay, I'll clean it up myself."

Seeing the butler's embarrassed expression, Wen Yiran sincerely thanked him. She walked into the room and began tidying up in an orderly manner.

The door was slightly ajar, and a small figure stood outside, peeking through the crack and watching Wen Yiran. Fu Anxuan looked at her with a hint of longing.

Since he was young, Fu Xichen had arranged for him to call Su Wan "Mommy," but Su Wan only pretended to be kind in front of others and treated him badly in private. So, he had always resisted calling her that.

In his mind, he suddenly remembered the scene of Wen Yiran gently holding a baby.

Fu Anxuan's eyes instantly lit up. Would she hold him like that in the future?

Wen Yiran picked up a book that had fallen to the ground and was about to put it back on the shelf. Out of the corner of her eye, she accidentally caught sight of the small figure outside the door and felt a surge of joy.

"Little treasure!"

Fu Anxuan panicked when he heard Wen Yiran's voice and quickly ran away on his short legs.

Wen Yiran opened the door and saw that Fu Anxuan had already run off. She hurriedly chased after him.

Just around the corner, she ran straight into a solid chest.

Wen Yiran was startled and looked up, seeing the man's sharp jawline.

"How long do you plan on holding onto me?"

Fu Xichen furrowed his brows, looking impatient.

Wen Yiran suddenly snapped out of it, her cheeks burning. She quickly straightened up and took several steps back.

Looking at her flustered expression, Fu Xichen half-squinted his eyes and sneered, "Do you always like throwing yourself at others?"

Throw herself at others?

Wen Yiran stared at Fu Xichen with wide eyes, her face instantly turning red.

After experiencing so much, how could she still be so foolish as to provoke him?

She looked at Fu Xichen coldly, her voice filled with distance and indifference. "Don't flatter yourself."

After speaking, Wen Yiran left without looking back.

She actually rejected me?

Fu Xichen's face turned dark as coal, and a sense of annoyance rose in his heart.

This woman was becoming more and more indifferent to him!

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The next day, Wen Yiran woke up and habitually reached to her side, but Xiao Bao was not there.

Wen Yiran lowered her head, feeling a mix of emotions.

She only had Xiao Bao.

She didn't understand why, after agreeing to the divorce, Fu Xichen still wouldn't let him go.

There was a knock on the door, and the butler's voice sounded. "Miss Wen, are you awake?"

Wen Yiran quickly got dressed and opened the door.

The butler handed her breakfast, and Wen Yiran looked at him gratefully.

"Thank you."

"After breakfast, you can help out in the kitchen."

She used to be the mistress of the house, but now she had fallen to the position of a maid.

Many people pointed and whispered about Wen Yiran, but she remained calm as she helped in the kitchen.

After a busy morning, the housekeeper assigned her to clean the third-floor rooms in the afternoon.

The entire floor had a dull and cold color tone, with no extra decorations.

Wen Yiran sighed. She thought she would be able to see Xiao Bao in the morning, but there had been no news at all.

She tidied up the items on the table, opened a drawer, and found a piece of paper inside.

Wen Yiran picked it up and looked closely.

It was a family portrait, with a man holding a little boy, both smiling happily.

Why isn't there a mother?

As Wen Yiran was wondering, a voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"Why are you touching my things?!"

She turned around and saw Fu Anxuan frowning at her, looking very serious.

His soft little face was full of displeasure.

She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was yours."

Seeing Wen Yiran's guilty look, Fu Anxuan realized he might have been too harsh and softened his tone. "It's okay."

Fu Anxuan lowered his eyes and stared at Wen Yiran's fingers, then carefully took the picture from her hand.

He had a habit of cleanliness and didn't like others touching his things, but for some reason, he didn't mind Wen Yiran.

"My family portrait isn't finished yet."

Fu Anxuan shifted his gaze awkwardly. He had planned to add Wen Yiran and his little brother to the picture.

Wen Yiran felt her heart ache, a sour feeling rising in her chest.

After all these years, had Anxuan already accepted Su Wan?

She had never taken care of him before, so she couldn't expect anything from him now.

Wen Yiran lowered her gaze, concealing the disappointment in her eyes.

Fu Anxuan noticed Wen Yiran's face was overly pale, and his heart tightened. He was about to ask if she was feeling unwell when a loud shout came from the doorway.

"You bad daddy, where did you hide my mommy?!"

Fu Xichen was suddenly hugged by Xiao Bao, who clung to his leg tightly.

Xiao Bao's big black eyes were filled with disgust.

It was easy to imagine how hard it had been for him without his mommy.

Fu Xichen's face darkened, his brows furrowing in frustration.

"Be quiet!" he scolded coldly.

Although there had always been children in the house, Fu Anxuan was quiet and well-behaved. He rarely made a fuss.

But ever since Xiao Bao had arrived, he had been shouting every day, calling him a bad daddy!

He was really an annoying little brat!

And he had his limits!

"If you don't let me see Mommy, I won't let you go!" Xiao Bao's eyes were red, and he glared at Fu Xichen with hatred.

Fu Xichen's cold gaze met his, and for some reason, his heart tightened involuntarily.

This brat is too annoying, making a fuss every day.

It seemed like he only responded to gentleness, not force.

Fine, then he needed to be taught a little lesson.

Fu Xichen raised his hand and made a gesture as if he was going to hit him.

"Fu Xichen! Stop it!"

Wen Yiran straightened her back, biting her lip tightly, trembling with anger as she shouted at him.

Not only had Fu Xichen taken away her child, but now he was abusing him behind her back?!

Xiao Bao turned his head and saw Wen Yiran.

He immediately let go of Fu Xichen and scrambled up from the floor.

But his short legs suddenly gave way, and he almost fell backward.

Luckily, a large hand reached out and caught him in time.

"Let go of me, bad daddy!"

Xiao Bao bit his lip tightly, his small hands pinching the big hand that held him with all his strength.

Wen Yiran immediately ran forward, easily taking Xiao Bao from Fu Xichen's arms and holding him tightly, afraid he would disappear again.

Xiao Bao's tears burst out as he sobbed. "Mommy, I missed you so much! I was so scared I'd never see you again!"

Wen Yiran's nose stung. Her eyes turned red as she gently stroked Xiao Bao's head, her voice hoarse.

"Don't be afraid, Mommy won't leave you."

Standing behind them, Fu Anxuan watched the scene, a hint of envy in his eyes.

Fu Xichen looked at the mother and son clinging to each other, his brows tightly furrowed.