Watching Zhan Qiyi get embarrassed, An Jiayou threw a triumphant glance at Lin Mubai, as if to say, see, see, I still have to rely on myself. Then his gaze swept around the restaurant and finally landed on a beautifully set table not far away, his face taking on a pitiful expression: "An Nan, I haven’t eaten since I got off the plane."
Lin Mubai, standing nearby, felt an urge to roll his eyes. He wasn’t sure which little pig had just eaten a big piece of mousse cake at the coffee shop. However, savvy people wouldn’t expose the truth at this moment, especially since the cunning little guy was dealing with his own rival; he couldn’t be happier.
As soon as An Nan heard the little guy say he was hungry, she immediately shot an apologetic glance at Zhan Qiyi beside her. He responded with a faint smile, waving his hand casually: "Let Jiayou eat, he’s still growing and can’t go hungry." It’s just a pity for his meticulous preparations today. Fresh chapters posted on novèlfire.net
But if it could cheer up this little guy, then it was a blessing in disguise.
He knew early on that in An Nan’s heart, this little guy was the most important. Even though she never said it outright, he could feel it.
The host had already spoken, so An Jiayou thought that he couldn’t let this kind gesture go to waste.
He moved gracefully to the table and sat down, his big black eyes filled with anticipation as he stared at the table full of delicious food: "An Nan, can I eat now?"
As he spoke, his eyes never once left the table.
Seeing this, An Nan sighed lightly and then shook her head helplessly: "Eat, you starving little ghost."
Saying this, An Nan also felt a slight sense of relief, at least she didn’t have to face the awkward tension from before.
After An Jiayou had a few bites, he seemed to think of something and put his spoon down, saying to someone lost in thought beside him: "An Nan, I didn’t bring any clothes to France. Could you and Uncle Mu Bai help me buy a couple of pieces from the mall next door? I’ll wait for you here."
From a young age, An Jiayou possessed this charm, where whenever he used the innocent gaze befitting someone his age on An Nan, no matter what he asked, she would agree. Just like now, the person he asked nodded in agreement immediately: "Alright, you wait here obediently."
An Nan turned out this way for a reason. All along, she felt deeply sorry for this little guy.
Ever since his parents suddenly passed away and she left that home, the little guy had been following her around. While other children still cuddled in their parents’ arms, this little guy had already learned to care for her emotions, never doing anything to upset her. Rather than saying they had a mother-child relationship, it’s better to say the little guy was her whole life’s support. Perhaps without this little guy, there wouldn’t be the current An Nan.
Even her becoming a Flying Master was inseparably linked to the little guy. Being a Flying Master was her dream since childhood, but after her parents’ accident, that dream was buried in the deepest recesses of her memory. She didn’t know how the little guy found out.
One day, he took her to the seaside, raising his small arms to point at the airplane gliding across the sky, and with his tender voice, he said to her.