"Uncle, good evening."
Fortunately, young Lan Lexuan knew to play the role of an older brother.
The little girl seemed to just remember someone else, "Mommy, big brother is bullying me, he won't let me watch cartoons, hmph."
Lan Qianqian didn't think much of it; she was used to it. Tongtong and Lexuan often bickered.
As for Han Yu, he was more mature and often stayed in his room to study. She felt most sorry for Han Yu because she knew he was trying to lighten her burden.
Xuan Mohan felt very surprised. The first time he met Lan Hanyu, he knew he was a loving brother. Would he bully his sister?
"Hanyu, you are the older brother; you should let your sister have her way a little."
"Uncle, why are you also siding with sister?" Normally, Lan Lexuan would also protect his sister, but hearing Xuan Mohan not taking his side made him inexplicably unhappy.
"Because Hanyu is a little man, very capable and sensible, and he should protect Mommy and his sister."
Although Lan Hanyu's temper tantrum seemed a bit odd, since he was just a child, there was nothing to be suspicious of.
The real Lan Hanyu behind the door felt a warmth in his chest. Being affirmed by this person gave him an indescribable emotion that lingered in his heart.
Lan Lexuan, on the other hand, shamefully lowered his head, his face flushing. He wasn't as capable as his brother and was throwing a tantrum.
"Alright, alright, stop bickering. Where did Grandma go?" Lan Qianqian watched with amusement.
"Grandma went downstairs to buy things~" Lan Tongtong's cute and soft voice chimed in.
As they were speaking, the main door opened, and Grandma slowly walked in.
Seeing the man who had appeared inside, she looked at her daughter with a questioning gaze.
"Mom, this is the President of Xuan Corporation."
"President Xuan, this is my mother, Tong Muqing."
Xuan Corporation? Tong Muqing subtly assessed him. "President Xuan, hello."
"Aunt Tong, hello. Just call me Mohan." Xuan Mohan had already learned this from his research.
"How did you two meet?" Tong Muqing was genuinely curious about how they came to know each other.
"Mom, Hanhan's family company is going to cooperate with President Xuan, and I happened to be there to discuss the collaboration."
That was still strange, but Mother Tong didn't dwell on it too much.
"It's getting late, so I should be going," Xuan Mohan said at the opportune moment.
"Handsome uncle, will you come again?" Lan Qianqian tugged at Xuan Mohan's large hand, asking pitifully.
Feeling the warmth transmitted from the large hand, Xuan Mohan's heart melted. "Yes, uncle will come to see you when he has time."
Lan Qianqian saw him to the door. Just as she was about to turn back after watching Xuan Mohan descend the stairs, she stepped on a small stone and lost her balance, falling down with a cry, "Ah!"
The expected pain didn't come; instead, she fell into a firm and strong embrace.
In his haste, Xuan Mohan hadn't considered much and had directly pulled her into his arms, so Lan Qianqian's petite body was held within his embrace.
At this moment, their bodies were pressed closely together. Feeling the softness against his chest, the slender waist before him, and the faint fragrance emanating from Lan Qianqian, everything made Xuan Mohan feel parched and his body respond…
Lan Qianqian, regaining her senses, exclaimed, "Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, thank you, President Xuan. It's getting late, I'll be going back now."
Stuttering, Lan Qianqian finished speaking and ran off.
After Lan Qianqian left, Xuan Mohan, now in his car, still felt restless. He irritably lit a cigarette, his mind filled with the soft touch and faint fragrance from moments ago, the fire in his heart only growing.
However, was that scent familiar? He felt like he had smelled it somewhere before…
"Mommy, why is your face so red?"
Lan Tongtong looked at her mother and asked curiously.
"I got hot walking," Lan Qianqian perfunctorily replied, her face red but not out of breath.
Lan Hanyu saw through his mother's lie but didn't say anything.
"Right, how could you just accept things from people? Didn't Mommy teach you not to take things from others?" Lan Qianqian asked with a stern face, remembering this only now.
Lan Tongtong whispered, "Uncle isn't just anyone. Tongtong really likes uncle."
But her reply to her mother was, "Mommy, Tongtong understands, it won't happen again next time."
Seeing her daughter's obedient expression, Lan Qianqian felt a pang in her heart. She knew her daughter had always been sensible. Accepting gifts from others probably meant she liked him a lot, but that man…