Late at night.
Xiaobai lay in bed with his eyes wide open, devoid of any trace of sleepiness.
Usually, his routine was regimented, always asleep by ten, but tonight, without Mommy by his side, sleep eluded him, and he deeply missed the warmth of Mommy's embrace...
Moreover, Xiangru was nowhere to be seen; even at this late hour, she hadn't returned...
As he tossed and turned in bed, suddenly, he heard a noise downstairs—footsteps and what seemed like the voice of a woman...
Xiaobai's eyes lit up, and in an instant, he sprang up and ran quickly downstairs.
"Mommy," he had barely begun to shout when, upon seeing the woman's face clearly, he froze. The joy that had filled his little face was replaced by sheer disappointment and a trace of wariness.
Lin Xue was taken aback to see a cherubic little boy suddenly running up from downstairs, then said with affection, "Mr. Leng, is this your son? He's adorable! He looks just like you! I thought it was merely a rumor, but..."
