He waved his little hands, shaking the silicone teething deer toy in his hand, "Mama~ Mama~"
The word 'Mama' was surprisingly clear and pleasant to hear.
Lan Shu felt a sharp throb in her head, images flashing through her mind too quickly to grasp.
She couldn't stop her nose from prickling and her eyes from turning red. She reached out and took the child from Meng Jingwei's arms, "Chen... Chenchen?"
The child in her arms was chubby and cute, exuding a milky scent. He smudged his lips, repeatedly calling out, "Mama~"
On the sofa, the couple who usually took care of the child's daily life watched Lan Shu and the child interact, and couldn't help but sigh, "Indeed, a child is closest to their mother. After so long apart, he's still so affectionate."
"Uncle Zhang, Aunt Zhang, thank you for taking care of Chenchen." Qing Muye took out two red envelopes from his inner suit pocket and handed them to them, "Here, a small token of my appreciation, please accept it."
"Oh, no, no, no," Aunt Zhang waved her hands repeatedly, "You mustn't. You already give us very good salaries, we can't accept this money."
Uncle Zhang echoed, "Yes, yes, we can't accept this money."
Qing Muye smiled faintly, "This is a New Year's red envelope for you, to bring good luck. You must accept it."
The couple looked at each other, hesitated for a long time, and then reluctantly accepted the red envelopes.
"Thank you, thank you."
"Haha, you take great care of us."
The two said gratefully.
The three chatted warmly. Lan Shu, holding Chenchen, felt a mix of emotions.
The little one clapped his hands joyfully, "Mama~ Miss Mama~" he said, wrapping his small arms around Lan Shu's neck and planting a kiss on her face.
Just one kiss made tears uncontrollably spill from Lan Shu's eyes.
Although she had lost her memory, her feelings for the child were a genuine reflection from her body.
"Weiwei, thank you."
Lan Shu looked at Meng Jingwei with tear-filled eyes and thanked her.
Because of Lan Shu's amnesia, her attitude towards Meng Jingwei had always been cold and distant. Now, one word, 'Weiwei', seemed to bring them back to how they were before.
She reached out and patted Lan Shu's shoulder, "Play with the child for a while, we have to leave soon."
"Okay, fine."
Lan Shu held Chenchen and sat down on the sofa, chatting intimately with the child.
Even if she could only accompany the child for a short while, it was enough for Lan Shu.
About half an hour later, the three left Chenchen's home.
Lan Shu waved goodbye to the child reluctantly, promising him that she would buy him a gift next time they met. The child did not cry or fuss, but his eyes remained fixed on Lan Shu, unwilling to let her go.
They went downstairs, left the residential area, and drove towards the Qing family's old residence.
On the way, Lan Shu leaned against the car window, looking out at the scenery, silent.
"When can I take Chenchen home?"
After a long pause, she suddenly asked.
Meng Jingwei subconsciously glanced at Qing Muye. The couple exchanged a look, and the man continued to concentrate on driving.
Meng Jingwei, however, lowered her eyelids and pondered for a moment before saying, "As long as Qing Sihou is not removed, Chenchen will always be your weakness."
With such a pointed remark, Lan Shu naturally understood Meng Jingwei's meaning.
The car drove for an hour before arriving at the Qing family's old residence.
The three got out of the car and entered the old house.
The servants in the old house were busy tidying up the yard, pasting window decorations, or hanging large red lanterns. The festive atmosphere of the New Year was very strong.
Butler Zhong uncle was patrolling the yard and turned to see the people entering.
"Oh, Young Master, Young Mistress are back, hahaha, the Old Mistress was just talking about you." Uncle Zhong greeted them, "Why are you only here? Where are the little young master and little young miss?"