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Fu Bao has already gotten up from her high chair.

He came today just to see what his mother looks like.

After watching, it's time to go back to sleep.

His father was home alone, and he wanted to go back to keep him company.

It was only then that Wen Qingruan realized that Fu Bao had come out alone, without anyone following her, and Fu Yanci was probably very worried.

"Okay, then Auntie will take you home."

She led Fu Bao out of the restaurant, pushed open the door, and saw Fu Yanci standing by the roadside.

"dad!"

Upon seeing her father, Fu Bao immediately let go of Wen Qingruan, took two short steps, and ran towards her father.

Fu Yanci was just standing there, but the moment Wen Qingruan and the child walked out of the restaurant, he walked towards the two of them.

He bent down, caught Fu Bao, and kissed his chubby little face.

"Little kitten, your mouth isn't clean yet."

He said that, but there was no hint of blame in his tone, nor was he angry that Fu Bao had secretly run away by herself.

Fu Bao hugged her father's neck affectionately, burying her face in the crook of his neck without saying a word.

This is the child he raised single-handedly; how could Fu Yanci not know his son's thoughts?

How could I bear to blame the child...

Looking up, Fu Yanci's gaze fell on Wen Qingruan.

The restaurant entrance was brightly lit, making her already fair face appear even more radiant, and the redness around her eyes even more striking.

He pretended not to see it and simply said, "Fu Bao has caused you trouble."

The tone was distant and polite.

Wen Qingruan tried several times to suppress the sob in her throat, but her voice trembled when she spoke.

"It's no trouble at all, Fu Bao is very well-behaved and cute..."

She also wanted to say, "Fu Yanci, you've worked so hard. Fu Yanci, thank you for taking such good care of Fu Bao."

She didn't say any of that.

She had no right to say what relationship Fu Bao had with her; Fu Bao didn't even know her...

Fu Yanci felt the child in his arms hug him even tighter.

He placed one hand on Fu Bao's back, his warm palm gently patting it.

"Yes, he's always been very well-behaved."

The snow fell softly at this moment, and the north wind blew, causing the hems of their clothes to be rolled together and then blown away by the wind.

Seeing Fu Bao's hair being blown by the cold wind, Wen Qingruan instinctively wanted to reach out and shield the child from the wind.

But just as she was about to reach out, snowflakes landed on the back of her hand, and the cold touch brought her back to her senses.

That's not something she should do.

She withdrew her hand, put it in her jacket pocket, and clenched it tightly... her nails dug into her palm...

"It's getting late, I should go back."

She said goodbye softly, her gaze still fixed on Fu Bao. After a long while, she forced herself to wipe her eyes and lift her leg to move forward.

The snow in Kyoto always falls very quickly, and in no time, the ground is covered with a layer of white.

Wen Qingruan walked into the white expanse and headed towards the dark alley across the street.

My hands, inside my pockets, had become numb and tingly from straining so much.

She dared not stop, nor dared she look back. She knew that if she looked at Fu Bao even once more, she would never be able to leave.

Fu Bao nestled on her father's shoulder, watching his retreating figure through the swirling snowflakes.

Until that figure crossed the road and disappeared into the alley.

He silently murmured the word "Mom" that he didn't say aloud.

Fu Yanci carried the child into the car and saw the tears on Fu Bao's face.

He raised his hand to dry his son's head without saying anything.

Fu Bao is somewhat introverted. Over the years, he has devoted himself to accompanying Fu Bao, hoping that Fu Bao can be more cheerful and outgoing, and that he will not be affected by the absence of his mother.

He thought he had been a good father and that Fu Bao wouldn't want a mother.

But today, he stood outside the restaurant, watching Fu Bao and Wen Qingruan eat together, and saw Fu Bao's shy yet affectionate expression.

Fu Yanci knew that she could never replace the role of a mother.

Fu Bao is just like him.

They all need Wen Qingruan.

"dad……"

Fu Bao spoke softly.

"sorry……"

"Sorry for what?"

Fu Yan asked.

Fu Bao hung his head and said in a muffled voice.

"I shouldn't have run away alone."

Fu Yanci sighed and took the child in his arms.

Do you know who she is?

Fu Bao nodded. "I just want to see... what she looks like..."

The carriage was extremely quiet. The driver in the front seat was an elder of the Fu family who knew about the past. When he heard the young master say this, he couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

Fu Yanci didn't say anything to comfort the child.

He didn't want to lie to Fu Bao, didn't want to lie to the child, that his mother would come back later, because he couldn't guarantee it.

He couldn't even say that his mother had her own reasons for leaving, because even he didn't know why Wen Qingruan had left back then.

He could only gently hold the child and kiss him on the forehead.

"Go to sleep, it's late."

Fu Bao buried her face in her father's arms and didn't say anything more.

A moment later, a low sob was heard in the quiet carriage. Fu Yanci felt his shirt gradually becoming wet with warm tears.

He looked out the window; snowflakes blanketed the entire city, blurring the shimmering neon lights as if through a layer of fog.

As Wen Qingruan reached the corner of the alley, the strength that had sustained her suddenly vanished, and she leaned against the uneven wall.

Tears were already uncontrollable, wetting my entire face. Cold snowflakes fell on my face, mingling with my tears, making it bitter.

She closed her eyes, and all she could see was Fu Bao's face.

From childhood, and now...

He is very good-looking, and it's clear that Fu Yanci takes good care of him.

He is a child of the Fu family and will have a bright future.

That's good...

After a long time, Wen Qingruan's down jacket was soaked with snow water.

She dragged her tired body back to her lodgings.

As soon as you enter the building, you can hear familiar arguments and curses, as well as the most common sound of crying.

This is her world. Fortunately, Fu Bao won't grow up in such an environment.

She walked toward the communal kitchen, forcing herself to ignore the malicious stares directed at her.

She should be thankful that the rooms here are separated only by a thin wooden board, so those people wouldn't dare to do anything.

Before you know it, it's time for the Shen family to hold their banquet at their manor.

Wen Qingruan sat in the car, looking at the magnificent carved gate.

In the past, Fu Yanci often brought her here.

There was a horse farm in the Shen family's garden, and that's when she learned to ride horses.

"You really look the part in the dress I gave you!"

An annoying sound rang in my ears, and a hand reached out restlessly.

Wen Qingruan gave Chen Shu a cold look and got out of the car from the other side.

Despite the sweltering December weather, Wen Qingruan, wearing only a thin evening gown, shivered as soon as she got out of the car.

She bent down to put the down jacket on.

At this moment, Chen Shu also got out of the car and rudely ripped off the down jacket that Wen Qingruan was wearing.