Seeing Xuan Mohan walk in, Lan Hanyu gave up his seat and turned to leave. Mommy would be happier with him; he... would leave her to him.
In the days that followed, Lan Hanyu questioned his decision countless times.
"Does it still hurt now?" Xuan Mohan didn't ask why she got out of bed; he knew that his absence, no matter the reason, was the greatest mistake.
With this question, Lan Qianqian knew he was referring to the fall that morning. She shook her head and smiled sweetly, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Silly girl, if she had told him, even if she was still sick, he would have come.
It wasn't a big deal. Thinking of his hurried departure that morning, she asked, "Did something happen? You left in such a hurry this morning."
Xuan Mohan looked at Lan Qianqian seriously, "Don't get agitated when I tell you."
Lan Qianqian blinked, a bad premonition stirring, "What?"
"The little girl is sick; she had a stomach infection from eating fried chicken yesterday." He said this while cautiously observing Lan Qianqian's reaction.
"Tongtong is sick?! How is she now? What did the doctor say?" He knew she would be very worried, which was why he hadn't told her this morning.
"Don't worry, the little girl is fine now; she's bouncing around."
Xuan Mohan's serious expression gradually soothed Lan Qianqian's panic.
"The little girl's constitution has always been a bit weaker than her two brothers', so I've always been hesitant to let her eat all sorts of junk. Even when she does, it's in small amounts. How much did you let her eat yesterday?"
Meeting Lan Qianqian's questioning gaze, Xuan Mohan rubbed his nose and remained silent. Yesterday, when they asked what they wanted to eat, the little girl and Lexuan had ordered these nutrient-poor items. And that was even after moderation.
"I'm sorry." Xuan Mohan apologized sincerely. He was responsible if the children he raised had problems.
With such good looks and a sincere attitude, how could Lan Qianqian blame him? Besides, he hadn't done it on purpose.
In the room next door, Lu Haoran's eyes lit up brighter than a lightbulb upon hearing the commotion outside. My goodness, the main character had finally returned.
He finished peeling the apple and said, "You eat first; I'll go see my sister-in-law."
There was nothing strange about this; Lu Haoran had been like this for the past two days. Whenever he had free time, he would peel fruit for her. She thought he was peeling fruit for Qianqian to eat, but Lu Haoran had never served anyone else before.
"Go, go! Really, why did President Xuan take Qianqian away? I'm so bored."
Lu Haoran paused at the doorway, then walked out again.
As he went out, the corridor was quiet again. Just as he was about to knock, he saw a child he had seen at the restaurant—named... Lan Hanyu, yes, that was it. He had a deep impression.
Wait, a child? Lu Haoran's eyes widened. Could it be him? Did Mo recognize someone else's child?
How did he do it? Could he go and claim him now? And wouldn't bringing him back now cause his sister-in-law to misunderstand? What was Mo thinking?
"Uncle Lu, hello." While Lu Haoran was stunned, Lan Hanyu had already come over to greet him.
"Hello, hello." Lu Haoran responded somewhat foolishly, then tentatively asked, "Do you have three children?"
"Mm." It wasn't strange that they knew; it would be strange if they didn't.
This child was truly cold, just like Mo Han.
As he was thinking, the door on his right opened, and Xuan Mohan came out. Lu Haoran, about to speak loudly, shut his mouth with a cold glance. Had his sister-in-law fallen asleep?
Seeing that they had something to discuss, Lan Hanyu went inside to accompany his mother.
"Mo, is this child the one you just recognized?" Lan Hanyu had just entered when Lu Haoran impatiently asked.
"No." Xuan Mohan glanced at his brother.
"Ah? How is it not? These children are so smart and cute, you didn't recognize..."
"They are my children."
Fine, this was the real Xuan Mohan: domineering, arrogant, and confident. But how did someone else's children become yours? Lu Haoran thought to himself.
However, having a few more smart and cute godchildren would make him overjoyed. He didn't care about anything else; let him be a robber.
Inside, Lan Hanyu looked at his mother's serene face with a smile, feeling greatly relieved. He slowly took out a piece of paper from his pocket; the words "Paternity Test" were exceptionally prominent.
"Mommy, as long as you're happy, that's all that matters." He gently touched Lan Qianqian's fair cheek. In her sleep, Lan Qianqian seemed to sense something and smiled even more happily.
Mommy, you approve of this, don't you?
Getting up, Lan Hanyu's mood seemed to have improved, and his movements became much lighter.
"Ding dong~" There was a message on Mommy's phone. Lan Hanyu had no intention of checking it, not wanting to disturb his mother's sleep.
Just as he was about to mute it, the pop-up window showed the sender: Sister An Lan.
Was it that woman? She grew up in the Xuan Group, but did she know his mother? Thinking of the group, he figured she met her at the company. After muting it, he was about to put the phone down when "Ding dong~" sounded again.
"Qianqian, could you help me see which wedding invitation looks better?" Ji An Lan had deliberately left time for Lan Qianqian to view the contents of the invitation.
A wedding invitation? Was she getting married? Why hadn't he heard? Pursing his lips, Lan Hanyu had a bad feeling. He reached out and clicked on the previous message; it was an electronic wedding invitation.
There were many styles, but the content was the same, with the time and place clearly stated. However, Lan Hanyu's attention was fixed on one point. His pupils quickly scanned down, stopping at the groom and bride.
Groom: Xuan Mohan.
There wasn't a single character on the invitation that he didn't recognize, but he had read this name many times.
Lan Hanyu's lips thinned into a straight line, his small hands tightening. Intense emotions surged in his small eyes. Finally, he loosened his clenched hand, which had hurt, and walked out with the phone expressionlessly.
He headed straight for Mu Jingxuan's room, knowing Xuan Mohan would definitely be there. Arriving at the door, he opened it and pushed it hard. "Bang~" The door slammed violently against the wall.
The three men inside all frowned and looked towards the door. They knew whoever could enter was not an outsider, but it turned out to be... the little one?
Lan Hanyu's face was extremely cold. The fierce opening of the door caused his clothes to flutter. His eyes held a ruthless glare, causing the three men in the room to feel a jolt of apprehension. Their gaze was fixed on Xuan Mohan.
Seeing Lan Hanyu's abnormal state, Xuan Mohan walked forward worriedly, "Hanyu, what's wrong?"
"Don't come near me!" His voice was so cold it felt like falling into an ice cellar.
In this state, Xuan Mohan became even more worried. He reached out, wanting to comfort the agitated little figure in front of him. He looked very much like himself when he was extremely angry.
"Is there something you want to tell Dad?"
"Don't touch me!" The word "Dad" stimulated Lan Hanyu, and he fiercely slapped away Xuan Mohan's hand.