Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Speechless, Luosang felt as if a thousand horses were trampling over her heart.

She squeezed the spicy chicken wing in her hand, but she did not possess the courage to take another bite.

“I have no wish to change my husband. I simply want to eat my chicken wing!” Luosang declared as she took a determined bite.

Nian Junting turned to the three children and said, “Watch out! Maggots may start coming out of your mother’s mouth.”

The three young children cowered away in fear.

Luosang was speechless.

Everyone had initially been eager to eat from the Family Bucket, but after the stunt that Nian Junting pulled, the bucket remained full and no one dared to touch it.

…

After dinner, Yan Yan began to miss her mother, grandmother, and father. She sat on the couch forlornly and looked out the window. When Little Apple and Yan Jin saw that she was upset, they pulled her along with them to play ball indoors.

Nian Junting observed the three children. He realized that Yan Jin and Yan Su did resemble each other a little, Little Apple looked very much like Luosang, and Yan Yan looked like Mo Liuxi. Mo Liuxi and Luosang looked similar, and put together, all three of them looked somewhat alike.

He rested an ankle on his other knee as he glanced at Luosang peeling fruit for the children. He was beginning to worry about her IQ. It had already been some time. Did she not even suspect anything? Deliberately, he said, “Are you certain that Yan Yan isn’t an illegitimate daughter of yours and some other man outside? She looks so much like you.”

Luosang rolled her eyes at him. “Get lost!”

Nian Junting sighed. “Or perhaps she’s your brother’s illegitimate daughter.”

“You’re crazy,” Luosang said humorlessly. “Stop joking like that. It won’t be good for Yan Yan if she hears it.”

Nian Junting fell silent.

He was not joking at all! He was already giving her such obvious hints!

…

At 8 a.m., Yan Su arrived to pick Yan Yan and Yan Jin up after work. Yan Yan ran over and hugged her arms tightly.

“Sangsang, thank you for taking care of Yan Yan. These are tickets to my concert. It’ll be held in the arena on Saturday. If you and CEO Nian are free, please come!” Yan Su handed the tickets over and left.

The moment Yan Su left, Xu Zhengxuan and Mo Jin came over and just happened to see the nanny van leaving the compound. Little Apple was still crying in the front yard, reluctant to part with his little sister.

“Oh, dear! Who made our little darling cry?” Mo Jin hurriedly carried Little Apple in her arms. “Don’t cry! Grandma bought lots of toys from overseas for Little Apple!”

“I don’t want toys. I want Little Sister!” Little Apple took a deep breath and continued to cry.

Luosang saw that her mother was unable to stop the child from crying and came over to coax him herself. “Did you see Godma giving us tickets just now? We’ll go to a concert in a few days, and you’ll get to see Little Sister soon.”

Only then did Little Apple stop crying.

The few of them walked on the cobblestone path and made their way back into the house. “The concert you were referring to is Yan Su’s, isn’t it? Since when did she have a little sister?”

“Oh, that’s Yan Su’s daughter,” Luosang corrected.

Mo Jin was stunned, and her mind suddenly went blank. Yan Su had a daughter?

Whose child was she? Was it her son’s? Or was her son about to become a stepfather?

Because she was so startled, she forgot to watch her step and did not see the pavilion in front of her. By the time she heard the loud warnings from her daughter and Xu Zhengxuan, it was already too late. She clashed directly into the wooden pavilion, and her head started to buzz.

“Mom, are you alright? What were you thinking about that you didn’t even bother to watch where you were going?” Luosang was shocked and quickly went forward to help her up as Xu Zhangxuan rubbed her forehead for her.

“My head hurts,” Mo Jin said and pushed Xu Zhengxuan away, rubbing the bruise on her own.

Xu Zhengxuan replied anxiously, “It’ll hurt for sure. How can it not when you whacked it against such a large and hard pillar?”

“Right. How old is Yan Su’s daughter?” Mo Jin looked up and asked, “When was she born? How have I never heard of her before?”

“Yeah. I too only found out about her recently. She’s a little more than a year old, I guess,” Luosang replied.