An Nan, who had already driven away from Fifth Avenue, suddenly sneezed abruptly. An Jiayou, sitting in the passenger seat, immediately grinned at her and said, "An Nan, some handsome guy is thinking about you."
An Nan, who was driving, couldn't reach out with her hands and could only roll her eyes, "An Jiayou, don't be disrespectful, call me Mom."
With a nonchalant pout, An Jiayou said, "An Nan, you're only twenty-eight, and I'm twelve. Did you have me when you were sixteen?"
His twelve-year-old face showed signs of premature maturity, but already those features could drive young girls crazy. This made An Nan particularly heartbroken.
Involuntarily, her voice softened a bit, "Jiayou, no matter what, you're Mom's son."
Twelve-year-old An Jiayou, upon hearing her words, suddenly got angry, "An Nan, I know you love me, but I hope you won't keep giving up the happiness you deserve for my sake. I'm not your burden, and the An Family isn't your burden. You should have your own life."
His words left An Nan deeply shocked, and after the shock, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
After venting his anger, An Jiayou regretted it. His lowered gaze was filled with remorse. Understanding his importance in An Nan's heart, how could he have been so angry with her?
An Jiayou raised his eyes resolutely, ready to apologize, but noticed the absence of anger on her face, even a curious smile. "An Nan, why are you smiling?"
He was angry with her; shouldn't she be upset?
After all, he's just a twelve-year-old child, not yet able to hide his thoughts, it's easy to read what he's thinking from his expression.
Shaking her head slightly, An Nan focused on driving and said, "Jiayou, Mom is really happy you've grown up, but what I want to tell you is that you are much more mature than most kids, so you should understand that feelings can't be forced."
"But Mom, I want you to be happy." Then there was a long silence in the car. Little An Jiayou's face was full of disappointment, hating his own insignificance.
An Nan, driving, didn't know what the little one beside her was thinking. Although she raised him, this child has always been sensible, making her feel assured. She doesn't believe he'll do anything bad. She knows him better than anyone because she raised him. He's strong, and given some time, he'll figure it out.
The car finally stopped in front of a private noble middle school. Just before getting out, An Jiayou said, "Mom, I will strive to be the son you're most proud of and make those men regret it. If you still want to be alone, I'll be with you for life."
Having said that, An Jiayou turned stylishly to get out of the car, not looking back as he entered the school.
After entering the school, he found a secluded corner and quietly watched the car leave. It was only after a long time that he turned away.
What lay before him was his current world, but he didn't like it at all, wishing only to escape from it quickly.
To escape here, he has to become strong, so he must work hard, really hard to study.