After being missing for five years, President Fu's eyes welled up with tears when they met agai

"Wenwen!"

Xu Anran was surprised to find Wen Qingruan here.

Wen Qingruan noticed them at this moment.

Wen Qingruan was very happy to see Fu Bao. Even Luo Luo jumped down from her sister's arms and ran towards Fu Bao.

But as soon as Luo Luo ran to Fu Bao's side and tried to pull her away, Fu Bao moved behind Xu An Ran, clearly not wanting to play with Luo Luo.

"Lolo, watch out!"

Wen Qingruan was a little worried when Luo Luo ran out.

She hasn't been exercising for long, and it wouldn't be good if she fell and got injured while running.

As it turned out, what I feared most came to pass.

Luo Luo didn't expect Fu Bao to dodge, and after missing her target, she lost her balance and fell down.

"Lolo!"

Wen Qingruan was extremely worried and quickly went to Luo Luo's side.

"Lolo, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Fu Bao was right next to Wen Qingruan. Seeing how worried his mother was about Luo Luo, he pouted and held back his tears.

Luo Luo wasn't hurt from the fall, but she had clearly seen that Fu Bao was deliberately avoiding her.

She felt wronged and buried her face in her sister's arms, crying.

"Lolo, don't cry. Let me check if you're hurt. Don't cry~"

Wen Qingruan carefully checked and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was not injured.

She gently wiped away Lolo's tears. "It's alright, you just fell. You're not hurt. Let me hug you to give you strength, okay?"

Lolo nodded, sobbing, and snuggled in Wen Qingruan's arms.

Fu Bao watched from the sidelines the whole time, watching his mother ignore him completely, watching his mother only care about Luo Luo, and watching Luo Luo snuggle in his mother's arms.

And he could only watch from the sidelines.

Fu Bao felt like crying, but seeing that her mother didn't care about her at all, she felt not only sad but also a little angry.

Mom only loves Lolo...

He then remembered how his mother had abandoned him and his father for Luo Luo's sake.

Overwhelmed by pent-up grievances and anger, the little boy was at a loss for what to do.

He suddenly stepped forward and pushed Wen Qingruan and Luo Luo aside.

"All you do is cry! Cry, cry, cry!"

I didn't bully you, and I didn't steal your mother, so why are you crying!

coward!

Crybaby!

I hate you!

Luo Luo, who had just been coaxed by Wen Qingruan, was suddenly pulled away by Fu Bao and sat directly on the ground.

Whether from fright or genuine pain, Luo Luo burst into tears again.

"Fu Bao! You can't do that!"

Wen Qingruan went up to stop Fu Bao.

Even though Fu Bao is her son, she will still stop him if he does something wrong.

"You can't bully people!"

This was the first time Wen Qingruan had been so serious and harsh with Fu Bao, and Fu Bao, who was already feeling wronged and angry, finally exploded at this moment.

He pushed Wen Qingruan away violently.

I hate you too!

I never want to see you again!

I have a mother!

My godmother is my mother!

You're the person I hate most in this world!

After saying that, Fu Bao turned around and ran out of the crowd.

"Fu Bao!"

"Fu Bao!"

Wen Qingruan and Xu Anran tried to call out to her at the same time, but Fu Bao had already run out.

Xu Anran said, "Wenwen, you go ahead with your work. I'll take care of Fubao. Just look after your daughter."

Let's meet again next time.

After saying that, he hurried off to catch up with Fu Bao.

Wen Qingruan watched the direction Fu Bao ran off in, her mind filled with Fu Bao's words: "The person I hate the most in this world is you."

It felt like there was a gaping hole in her heart, and the cold wind was rushing in, making Wen Qingruan feel icy cold all over and unable to feel any warmth.

The world around her was still bustling and noisy, but from the moment Fu Bao left her side, from the moment Fu Bao said she hated her, she felt like she was the only person left in the whole world.

Cold...lonely...

At that moment, a small hand grasped her fingers, and she looked down to see Lolo.

"Ms. Wen, the open class is about to begin."

"Miss Wen?"

"Ms. Wen, the clients are all watching you."

……

Sounds slowly began to appear in my ears, but they seemed to come from a very far place, separated by a deep pool of water, blurry and unreal.

She slowly withdrew her gaze, no longer looking in the direction Fu Bao had left, like a puppet whose soul had been ripped out.

"Miss Wen, here are your training clothes."

The assistant handed her the practice clothes; the lace trim of the ballet tutu felt a little prickly in her hand.

Wen Qingruan finally felt a sense of reality.

She gripped the practice clothes tightly, looked at the dance studio in front of her, said nothing more, handed Luo Luo over to her assistant for care, and continued working.

She's already ruined her family, lost her husband and children, she can't afford to lose her job too...

After the open class ended, many parents who had only come to take a look enrolled their children.

Many others came specifically because of its reputation.

After all, anyone familiar with the ballet world understands the prestige of being a former principal dancer of the National Ballet of China.

After finishing all her work, Wen Qingruan glanced at the time; it was almost eleven o'clock.

Lolo had already fallen asleep in her office, and even had dinner ordered from takeout.

As for Wen Qingruan, she was so busy that she didn't even have time to drink water.

"Ms. Wen, we're off work now. You should go home early too."

Wen Qingruan nodded, "Yes, you've had a hard day. Be careful on your way home."

The studio fell completely silent.

Wen Qingruan stood alone in the empty dance studio, looking at herself in the mirror.

Five years later, she put on a ballet dress again, but not to perform on stage.

Wen Qingruan couldn't describe how she felt.

Feeling lost?

Yes, there is a little bit.

After all, she had stood on the world's biggest stage and enjoyed the most enthusiastic applause and praise.

Now, however, he can only teach a group of children in this small classroom, wearing his practice clothes, and give them ballet lessons.

But more than anything, she felt joy at seeing her life gradually being put back together.

The night is deep.

She carried Luo Luo out of the mall.

Kyoto in December is especially cold at night.

Wen Qingruan wrapped Luo Luo tightly in her coat and waited for a taxi at the intersection.

A white BMW pulled up in front of them.

Chu Yunshen pushed open the car door, got out of the driver's seat, and walked up to Wen Qingruan.

"Why are you here so late?"

Chu Yun Shen took off his coat and draped it over Wen Qing Ruan's shoulders.

"Knowing that your studio was opening today, I guessed you would be busy until very late, so I waited here. As soon as I saw you, I drove over."

Wen Qingruan was still holding Luo Luo in her arms and couldn't refuse Chu Yunshen's coat, so she could only say, "I'm not cold. You should put your coat on."

Chu Yun Shen opened the back door of the car. "I'll take you home first."

Not far away, the man in the back seat of the black Maybach watched everything unfold.

His deep eyes were like a bottomless pool, seemingly calm on the surface, but concealing turbulent undercurrents.

"Hit it!"