"Mom."

Zhan's fingertips trembled hard when he touched his hand, and the shopping bag in his hand almost fell onto the ground.

Zhan raised his head, and his almond-shaped eyes meeting his dark ones firmly, which radiated a slight glow because of certainty. He looked deeply into Zhan eyes, as if he would look into his soul just like this.

Zhan's hand trembled harder, as he found the shape of his eyebrows, the slightly upturned corner of the eyes, the stubbornness that loved to choose black under any circumstances, resembled another person.

His heart suddenly beat fast.

His eyes were wet immediately, and Zhan stood up, and covered his mouth as he tried desperately to suppress himself from crying out loud.

It was really him. It was his son. What about that guy?

Was he here too?

I was jammed in the crowd when I entered the market just now, and that was why I didn't see him?

He finally found me, right?

"No, I'm not your mom."

Zhan ruthlessly pushed away his small hand with force and turned around to run.

But Ayuan hurriedly chased after him, the childish voice kept shouting anxiously behind him, "Mom, mom...

Zhan's heart ached as he walked faster and faster. Ayuan ran after him, his feet suddenly tripped over a rock and his forehead fell onto the ground.

He cried out loud immediately.

Hearing his cries, Zhan finally turned around with a heartache. As soon as he saw the blood seeping out of his forehead, he didn't even think about anything and rushed up to hold him in his arms and checked his injuries.

Ayuan was held in Zhan's arms. He suddenly stretched his hands to hug Zhan, and his sobbing gradually stopped.

His voice was shaking, his small hands tightly wrapped around Zhan shoulders, "Mom, don't leave..."

Zhan heart was painful as if a piece had been ripped out by someone.

Zhan hugged Ayuan tightly, and tears fell down at once.

"Ayuan."

Zanjin dispatched most of the bodyguards he brought with him to look for the missing Ayuan in the market, and as soon as he saw his figure, he rushed up to him. When he saw Zhan, who was holding Ayuan, his mouth opened wide in dismay.

"Mr....Zhan?" He was not mistaken, was he?

Zhan fiercely wiped his tears and let go of Ayuan. He stood up from the ground, looked at Zanjin in shock, and subconsciously looked behind him. There were bodyguards in black suits who are searching in the market, but he did not see Yibo.

"Mr Zhan."

Zanjin walked over, his voice revealed a hint of incredulity, "You're really here, the young master said he saw you just now, and Mr Yibo and I searched around but couldn't find you. I didn't expect that the young master finally found you."

Zhan looked at Ayuan in surprise. Ayuan raised his little head with a proud smile and said, "I was sure of it when I saw mommy for the first time. You look exactly the same as in those pictures that daddy looks at every day."

Zhan abruptly pulled Ayuan to Zanjin's side, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood stain on his forehead, and said to him in a trembling voice, "Baby, be a good boy, and go back with Uncle Zanjin. Keep the matter of seeing me today a secret from dad for mommy, okay?"

Zanjin quickly spoke out to stop him when he heard this, "Mr Zhan, Mr Yibo has been looking for you for three years..."

"Don't say it."

Zhan looked up at him coldly, "Let those bodyguards leave now, don't disturb the business in the market. I'll leave now. I beg you, don't tell Yibo, as I've divorced him three years ago. We are not related anymore, and I don't want any of you to disturb my life now."

He blocked Zanjin with a few words, and Zhan took one more a deep look at Ayuan, who extremly resembled. Yibo, and resisted the pain to turn his head and left.

Ayuan immediately went after him, ignoring his injured head. Zhan ran forward furiously this time without looking back, and soon left him behind.

Zanjin hurriedly went forward and hugged his waist from behind when Ayuan was about to follow and rushed out to the road. Ayuan kept struggling in his arms, and his hand reached out towards Zhan's direction, crying out loud, "Mom, mom..."

...

Zhan dashed out of the road, opened the door and sat in his car. He quickly turned the steering wheel and drove off, racing wildly down the road.

When he was far away, Zhan stepped heavily on the brake when he arrived at the outside of the compound where he lived. He couldn't hide his mood anymore and lay his head on the steering wheel, tears pouring down.

His heart was still trembling violently, and the nightmares and memories from three years ago were vivid in his mind.

Why?

Why did he reappear in my life?

In the past three years, I tried my best to convince myself to stop thinking about him and forget everything every day and night, but when he reappeared with the son I had so cruelly abandoned, God used the cruelest facts to show me that there were something I could not forget just because I wanted to.

Just like Yibo had once resided in Zhan heart for a whole decade. Even when Zhan thought his heart was dead and he left far away everything, he really never got over from Yibo, even for one day.

Zhan slumped on the steering wheel and cried hard. When the car window was gently knocked from outside, Zhan dried his tears and turned down the window.

The man was standing in front of the window, bending down to look at him, his face was filled with a gentle smile, "You are back?"

Zhan immediately smiled, nodding, "Yeah."

Zhan opened the car door and got out. The man was dressed in casual wear; his features were uniquely deep and handsome as a hybrid. He smiled and took the shopping bags from Zhan hands, his other hand touched the corner of his red eyes and frowned instantly, "Why are you crying?"

Zhan lowered his head and looked back at him with a smile, " Sehun, where's A-yue?"

After his words dropped out, a little girl in a princess dress ran out from the courtyard, rushing to Zhan and hugged him, "Mommy!"

Zhan picked his daughter up, kissed her little cheek intimately, "Good girl."

Sehun pulled A-yue out of Zhan's hands as he watched, pointing at the grime and mud strewn across her face and pretending to be angry, "Zhan once said he would make you a princess. Look at you now, your face filled with grime and mud, like a mud doll."

A-yue pouted when she heard this. Her pretty little face looked like two plump meatballs, and she said angrily with a soft voice, "Uncle Sehun is bad, I'll let mommy ignore you from now on!"

Sehun's thick eyebrows twisted when he heard her words, and he looked at Zhan with grievance, implying that this was really your good daughter.

Zhan was amused by their mutual dislikes, and his gloomy mood lightened considerably.

Nanny Daisy chased out from the courtyard at this time, and saw Zhan. She smiled respectfully and held A-yue's dirty little hand, "Mr Zhan, you are back. I'll take Miss A-yue to the bath now."

A-yue was reluctantly taken away by Nanny Daisy, and then Zhan looked at Sehun with complaint, "You shouldn't have spoiled her like this."

Sehun freed his other hand to take Zhan's hand and smiled tenderly at him, "I want to spoil you and your daughter like babies for the rest of my life."

A glimmer of gloom flashed across Zhan's eyes, and he motionlessly pulled his hand back from Sehun's hand and looked at him gratefully, "Thank you so much for everything, and we are lucky to have you around."

Flashback

Three years ago, Zhan took a flight to London on that day with A-yue in his arms to escape from Yibo. When he arrived in London, he was unfamiliar with the city, so he rented a small apartment in London. With the help of his landlady, who was also a Chinese, he spent almost a month to find a job as an assistant in a small design company. He worked hard every day, and left the child to the landlady to look after. After a long period of preparation and study, he applied for the job of assistant to the president in the company, and finally stood out and became the personal assistant of the president, who was Sehun.

Sehun was a mixed Chinese and British hybrid, and had some affection for Zhan, who was Chinese. As he got along with him on a daily basis, he was attracted by Zhan talents and unmatched hardworking attitude. They became close friends, and got to know that he had a daughter with him.

Zhan once accompanied him to a social gathering, and he was inebriated by a vendor with bad intentions, and it was Sehun who drove him home. Zhan told the stories of himself and Yibo when he was not sober, and not long after that, Sehun suddenly confessed his love to him, saying that he was willing to stay by his side and help him take care of A-yue until Zhan could completely forget the man in his heart.

Later, the landlord died of illness. As she had no offspring, she gave all her property to Zhan before she died. When Zhan sorted out the relevant legal documents, he found that the landlord owned an old house worth a fortune in the countryside in her home country before she immigrated to England.

Coincidently, Sehun was preparing to go to Beijing for business negotiation with a multinational company, so he went together with Zhan.

Three years had passed, and Zhan was unable to accept Sehun as a lover. Zhan really felt guilty sometimes for what Sehun had done for him.

Sehun looked down at his empty palm, an imperceptible disappointment crossed his eyes, but it quickly flickered away. He smiled gently at him, "I accept your thanks. What I said will not change, no matter how long it takes. I am willing to wait for you, because you are the first person who made my heart flutter beyond control. You are beautiful, intelligent, and diligent, my dream boy."

More importantly, the man who had always lived in Zhan heart, whose name Sehun had heard, was an absolutely powerful man in business field around the world. Zhan was his wife, but he managed to take his daughter from under his nose and flee to London to start a new life. His courage and determination to have his life under his control made Sehun fall in love with Zhan immediately.

I would remove that person out of his heart completely one day.

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