With Xia Wanyuan’s response, the netizens finally did not dare to openly say that An Rao and Xia Wanyuan’s relationship was not good, but that did not mean that the number of people who wanted Su Yueran and Xia Wanyuan to become friends decreased.

[People don’t only have one friend in their lives. Even if they have a good relationship now, who knows in the future?]

[ I’ll silently acknowledge Su Yueran and Xia Wanyuan as a couple. Anyway, I think the two of them will definitely become very good friends in the future. I’ll post this as evidence. ]

[ You’re really annoying. When Xia Wanyuan didn’t come out to clarify, you said that Xia Wanyuan and An Rao don’t have a good relationship. When he even came out and said that she wanted to be the godmother of An Rao’s child, you said that Xia Wanyuan will definitely have a good relationship with Su Yueran in the future. The netizens are really amazing. Why don’t you go and read her fortune? ]

Xia Wanyuan had also seen these comments online. She called An Rao and comforted her for a while. Finally, she made An Rao happy.

“Yuan Yuan, you’re so good.” An Rao sniffed. Other than Bo Xiao, she was the person who treated her the best in the world.

“You’re very good too.” Xia Wanyuan laughed. “Take good care of the baby. Don’t pay attention to the opinions of irrelevant people.”

“Okay!” An Rao touched her stomach and smiled with curved eyes.

Beijing Hotel Suite.

An Lin finally finished settling his matters. He pushed open the door and saw that An Luo was still sitting at the door. He had already been in this position three hours ago.

An Lin stroked An Luo’s head. “An Luo, why are you squatting here?”

An Luo turned around, his blue eyes clearly unhappy. “Brother, I’m hungry.”

An Lin knew An Luo the best. He smiled. “Are you just hungry?” He probably wanted to play with Xia Wanyuan, but he was embarrassed.

“Mm, I’m hungry.” An Luo turned around. He had almost dug a hole in the woolen carpet in front of him.

An Lin took An Luo’s scarf from the shelf at the side and squatted down to wrap it around him. An Luo looked up, his clear eyes filled with confusion. “Brother, where are we going?”

An Lin pulled An Luo up. “I still have something to discuss with Jun Shiling that we haven’t finished the last time. Let’s go to the Jun family.”

“Oh ~ Okay.” An Luo tried his best to suppress the corners of his lips.

An Lin saw the corners of An Luo’s lips curl up and a smile flashed across his eyes.

Actually, the moment he saw Xia Wanyuan, he knew why An Luo liked her so much.

Xia Wanyuan had a rare temperament that could calm people down. It was as if she had already settled in time for a thousand years, making one’s heart quieten down with her.

This stable power had a fatal attraction toward An Luo, who had followed him through all the bloodshed and hiding experiences since he was young.

An Luo took two steps and saw his tall brother beside him. He reached out and pulled An Lin. “Brother.”

“What’s wrong?” An Lin took a coat from the side and put it on. He put on a gentleman’s hat and looked like a noble who had walked out of a medieval painting.

“I love you the most.” An Luo’s blue eyes stared straight at An Lin, sincere and dependent.

“I know. Brother loves you the most.” An Lin, who was serious in front of outsiders, appeared gentle and patient in front of his only brother.

In the long period of hibernation, he had slept in water pipes, escaped being shot, and gone to the streets at five in the morning to beg for food. From the beginning to the end, his only family, An Luo, had been by his side.

He had considered sending him out of the country and bringing him back when everything was settled. However, every time he sent An Luo away, no matter how far away he was, An Luo would try his best to return to his side.

Now, as long as An Luo wanted, he would give him everything in the world.

Only then was An Luo relieved. “I prepared a gift for Xia Wanyuan today too.”

An Lin pulled him out and was about to leave when he stopped with his hand on the doorknob. An Lin looked at An Luo, his blue eyes deep and unreadable. “Last time, you said that you wanted Xia Wanyuan to be your wife. Is that true?”

An Luo knew his brother’s thoughts very well. An Luo shook his head. “Brother, I don’t need it. I just want to stay by your side forever.”

The corners of An Lin’s lips curled up as he stroked An Luo’s hair. “Okay.”

In the manor, Xiao Bao, who had stayed at Old Master Jun’s house for a few days, was finally released. He was lying in Xia Wanyuan’s arms and eating milk candy.

Footsteps suddenly came from the door, scaring Xiao Bao so much that he hurriedly spat out the remaining half and wrapped it in sugar paper before pinching it in his hand.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Xiao Bao began to flatter Jun Shiling. “Mommy, Daddy works so hard every day. Daddy is the most handsome and best person in the world.”

Xia Wanyuan looked down at Xiao Bao in amusement and did not expose him.

“Madam.” Uncle Wang’s voice sounded behind her. “There’s a guest.”

Xiao Bao crawled out of Xia Wanyuan’s arms and secretly looked back, then met a pair of equally clear eyes.