"Without you, wan-kid will have a better future!" Qin Feiwan said sternly.
She took a deep breath, suppressing her emotions, and walked up to Tang Zhenzhen.
"You have talent, but it might be limited to design sketches," Qin Feiwan said with a hint of regret in her eyes. "wan-kid was almost ruined by you."
Qin Feiwan pointed towards the door. "As it happens, I was wondering how to tell you about wan-kid's affairs. Now, I don't need to. Qin Wan Design does not need people who are so despicable as to harm a child."
Tang Zhenzhen looked at Qin Feiwan in disbelief. She thought that with her designs, she wouldn't be made to look too foolish. kanshu伍.ξà
As everyone surrounded her, discussing the matter, Tang Zhenzhen was led away in a daze by Lili to pack her things at the studio.
"An'an is so amazing. Auntie almost believed it was An'an too..." Qin Feiwan knelt down and looked at An'an with an apologetic expression. "Auntie apologizes to you."
An'an felt a little wronged, and he pursed his lips and shook his head.
Qin Feiwan hugged him with some concern. "Auntie will buy An'an some new clothes."
"Okay," An'an replied in a muffled voice.
Qin Ningyi rubbed An'an's head, patted Qin Feiwan's shoulder, and left.
Qin Feiwan drew several design sketches for An'an, and then drew with him, finally managing to make An'an smile again.
She watched as An'an drew a orchid stroke by stroke, with delicate colors and realistic brushstrokes.
Unable to hold back, she asked, "Who taught An'an to draw? He draws so well."
An'an, while coloring the leaves, replied, "I learned from Mom, and sometimes I draw with my godmother."
"Your father said your mother grows flowers?" Qin Feiwan liked An'an more and more as she looked at him.
An'an nodded and said, "Yes, Mom's flowers are so beautiful. An old gentleman often comes to look at them."
"What does Mom like to draw?"
"Mom likes to draw flowers, plants, blue skies, mountains, and water..." An'an counted on his fingers for a long time, and then concluded, "Mom draws everything, and everything she draws looks good."
"What about your godmother?" Qin Feiwan found it amusing that An'an's tone became more animated when he talked about his mother.
"Hehe." An'an giggled, dimples appearing on his cheeks. "Godmother doesn't draw as well as Mom. She always stays at home and asks Mom to draw with her."
After finishing the orchid, An'an started drawing landscapes.
Qin Feiwan looked at the landscape painting under An'an's brush. Although it was drawn with a pencil, it resembled an ink wash painting.
At dinner time, Qin Ningyi got off work on time again.
"Did An'an draw this?" Su Nianzhu held the painting Qin Feiwan brought back and was so surprised her mouth gaped open.
Qin Feiwan was extremely proud. "Yes, An'an is so talented at drawing!"
Su Nianzhu nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, extremely talented! Even the grandchildren of my sisters at the age of ten don't draw this well."
Qin Ningyi sat aside, watching them fawning over and praising An'an, and a slight smile curved his lips. kanδん
"My little genius painter An'an." Qin Feiwan hugged An'an tightly. "Sleep with Auntie tonight! Let Auntie absorb some of your genius aura."
An'an was not used to such an embrace. He shifted slightly to the side, looked at Qin Ningyi, then at Qin Feiwan, and slowly nodded.
Qin Feiwan gave Qin Ningyi a triumphant look and took An'an to the building on the left.
An'an refused to let Qin Feiwan help him bathe and insisted on washing himself, dressing, and coming out alone.
"So small, and shy too?" Qin Feiwan found it incredibly endearing.
"I'm a boy." An'an said to Qin Feiwan very seriously on this matter. "Auntie is a girl, and An'an is grown up. Auntie can't bathe An'an anymore."
Qin Feiwan thought the child was also very cute when he was serious. She cupped his face and agreed, "Alright, alright."
An'an flipped through the fashion magazines on Qin Feiwan's bedside table waiting for her. When he encountered words he couldn't read, he ran to get the dictionary from her bag and looked them up.
When Qin Feiwan came out, she saw him diligently looking up words. She had witnessed a child prodigy who was even more diligent than her own brother.
"Stop looking, it's time to sleep." Qin Feiwan put away An'an's book and led him to bed.
As she lay in bed, she had some regrets. To sleep with An'an, she had gone to bed at nine o'clock for the first time in her life. This was too early...
"Does An'an want to hear a story?" Qin Feiwan wasn't sleepy at all and thought that children liked to listen to stories to fall asleep. She picked up her phone to search.
An'an, however, said in a muffled voice, "An'an doesn't want to. Auntie, don't play with your phone, go to sleep quickly."
Her thoughts being seen through by a child, Qin Feiwan awkwardly put down her phone and lay down.
The child beside her lay stiffly, his voice soft and sweet.
"You're really like your father. He didn't want me to tell him stories when he was little either," Qin Feiwan said softly.
An'an gently shook his head in the darkness. He had heard the stories his mother and father told, and he didn't want to hear others.
Remembering his purpose today, An'an turned his head and asked softly, "Auntie, did Dad find me a stepmother?"
Qin Feiwan choked. She had almost found An'an a stepmother. "No, your father's mind is only on work."
An'an sighed in relief and then asked, "Then have Auntie and Grandma arranged blind dates for Dad?" He said word by word, "Families in the village whose sons haven't had girlfriends arrange blind dates for them. Has Dad participated in any?"
Qin Feiwan tapped An'an's forehead. "How do you know so much at such a young age!"
An'an insisted, "Is there or isn't there?"
"There probably are..." Qin Feiwan could only vaguely reply to the persistent An'an.
An'an, having prepared himself mentally, was not too surprised. "Auntie, I want to see photos of those aunties."
"!" Qin Feiwan hadn't expected An'an to be waiting for her here.
"Auntie, you must have some. I want to see them." An'an reached out and dangled Qin Feiwan's fingers.
Suddenly being acted cute to by a little man, Qin Feiwan compromised.
"Is that all?" The light from the phone screen clearly illuminated An'an's expression.
Qin Feiwan saw a hint of relaxation and disdain on his face.
These were not enough? The way his eyes lit up when he spoke of his mother during the day didn't suggest he wanted to find himself a stepmother!
"That's all, An'an. What's wrong?" Qin Feiwan took the phone and scrolled through the photos. They were all from good families. Some were introduced by her mother, and some were arranged by her grandmother.
An'an slid under the covers, squinting his eyes. "None of them are as beautiful as Mom, and they don't seem as smart as Mom."
An'an turned to look at Qin Feiwan. "Auntie, my mom is better than them. Dad will definitely like her, right?"
These were daughters of prestigious families! Some were pursuing doctorates, some were managing family businesses, and at the very least, they were musical geniuses...
Qin Feiwan looked at An'an meaningfully, not wanting to dampen his spirits.