don't tell me anything until you're sure you want to spend the rest of your life with them, okay?” Wang Zhen said, smiling as she gently patted the back of Yin Zhao-an's hand.
However, her face clearly looked more aged than when she first arrived in the room.
“I only have one child, so my only hope is you'll have a happy and peaceful life.”

Tears welled up in Yin Zhao-an's eyes again, but this time they were full of guilt and helplessness.
She leaned over and hugged her mother tightly, her voice choking, “Thank you, Mom… Thank you…”

After opening up to each other, the mother and daughter pair seemed to have grown even closer.

Of course, a few years later, when Yin Zhao-an stood in front of Wang Zhen with a gentle and beautiful girl by her side, Wang Zhen would actually breathe a sigh of relief.
Indeed, being obsessed with good looks could sometimes be a curse.

Tang Zhengyang wanted to keep an eye on his daughter at home, afraid that she might be taken away by the girl from the Yin family again, but his work simply didn't allow it.

A few days before Tang Yu returned to school, Tang Zhengyang received a phone call from his captain saying that a batch of new soldiers had arrived and they needed to go and pick out a few good recruits for their team.

Tang Zhengyang still didn't feel at ease leaving Tang Yu behind like this, so before leaving, he made a special phone call to his wife, who was working as an interpreter in Paris, emphasizing “early romance.” He felt relieved only when he heard the person on the other end of the line growing serious.
Then, he got into the military jeep that had come to pick him up and rushed to his special forces unit stationed in the countryside.

Yu Wanrou let out a helpless sigh as she concluded the call with her husband.
In the meantime, a group of foreigners with blonde hair and blue eyes were chatting and clinking glasses, having a great time outside.

At this moment, a well-proportioned foreign woman came over with two glasses of champagne.
After handing one of the glasses to Yu Wanrou, the woman spoke pure French, “You're the interpreter for today? Not bad, I couldn't tell you're Chinese at all.”

Yu Wanrou smiled gently and professionally, lightly clinking her glass with the other party's.
The thin glass made a crisp sound as they touched, and the liquid inside the glasses rippled in response.

“Thank you, but I'm pure Chinese.”

The words had a clear corrective meaning.
The foreign woman didn't deny it and tilted her head with a smile, shrugging slightly.
“Ok, I guess so.”

As the foreign woman walked away, Yu Wanrou's smile faded gradually.
She looked down at the diamond-studded wristwatch on her hand.
There were two more hours before she could leave this place.

Let's…find a stable job to settle down once I return to the country…

After concluding as such in her mind, Yu Wanrou quickly adjusted her mood.
When she lifted her head again, she wore the same gentle and professional smile as she did before.

Li Beiyu had started clinging to Yin Zhao-an.

Although Yin Zhao-an had tried her best to avoid the girl licking a popsicle behind her, the other party stuck to her tightly, showing no intention of being shaken off.

After buying drinks at the convenience store, Yin Zhao-an couldn't take it anymore as she turned around with furrowed brows.
Then, looking like she was about to hit Li Beiyu, she warned, “If you keep doing this, I can't guarantee that I won't hit you!”

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