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n446 Critical Hit From His Mother

nShi Qian was really impressed!

nHow could Fu Sinian have such a shameless side!

n“Why do you feel sorry for him?! Every beating he suffered wasn’t a loss! Especially this one! Let’s go, Qian Qian. Let’s go eat.” The old master pulled Shi Qian out of Fu Sinian’s arms and rolled his eyes at him.

nWen Lan was dividing her chopsticks when she heard the conversation just now. Her eyes were filled with smiles.

nIf it could really make Qian Qian’s heart ache and cry…

nFu Sinian’s beating was really not in vain.

n“Come, Qian Qian, sit here.” Wen Lan gestured for Shi Qian to sit beside her.

nShe walked over and sat down.

nAfter interacting with her for this period of time, her impression of Wen Lan had changed drastically. In the past, she had felt that Wen Lan was not easy to get close to and was strong and cold.

nNow, she realized that sometimes, Wen Lan just didn’t like to talk much. All her love and care were expressed through practical actions.

nHer mother had been hospitalized for so long. Although Wen Lan did not visit often, she still thought about her.

nEven though her mother was in the hospital, she had arranged for her mother to live more comfortably than at home.

nShe remembered all of this.

n“Qian Qian, I’ve always had an idea. I’ve told Grandfather about it. Today, I want to say it too and ask for your opinion.”

n“Auntie, tell me.” Shi Qian quickly put down her chopsticks and waited for Wen Lan to speak.

n“Back then, I was the one who facilitated your marriage with Sinian. I didn’t expect that as soon as Sinian woke up, he would end this marriage.”

nWhen Fu Sinian heard this, he frowned.

nHe wasn’t the one who insisted on getting a divorce later.

n“I told Grandfather that if you ended your marriage with Sinian, I would acknowledge you as my daughter and take care of you as my own. Are you willing to acknowledge me as your mother?” Wen Lan asked gently.

nShe was a little surprised, but mostly touched.

n“I do.”

nWhen Wen Lan heard this, she heaved a sigh of relief.

n“Okay, then you’re not allowed to call me Auntie anymore. You have to call me Mother like your mother.”

n“Mom,” Shi Qian immediately called out.

n“Okay!” Wen Lan nodded happily and picked up some food for Shi Qian. “Let’s eat.”

n“Thank you, Mother.”

nWen Lan turned to look at Fu Sinian and sighed.

nShe didn’t need to wait for Fu Sinian to call her mother. She worked hard and found a faster way.

nShe couldn’t tell how long she would be an auntie to her son.

nTherefore, it was better to rely on oneself than on others.

nFu Sinian frowned again.

nWhat did his mother mean by that sigh?

nWhy did he feel that the old master’s two family rules were not as lethal as this sigh!

n“Qian Qian, you’ve already divorced Sinian. Do you have any suitable boys by your side? If you do, I’ll help you take a look.” Wen Lan’s voice sounded again.

nShi Qian was drinking soup and choked.

nFu Sinian looked at his mother suspiciously.

nWhat did this mean?

nWas this his biological mother?

nHe had already reconciled with Qian Qian. Didn’t they see the huge hickey on Qian Qian’s neck?

n“Slow down, don’t be agitated.” Wen Lan patted Shi Qian’s back. “If you don’t have anyone suitable in mind, I’ll help you keep an eye out.”

n“Cough, cough!” Shi Qian choked again, unable to say anything.

nShe looked in Fu Sinian’s direction and saw that his face was dark and indescribably ugly.

nAt this moment, Fu Sinian was enduring a critical hit from his biological mother!

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