Chapter 6: The Beautiful Boy with Phoenix Eyes

  Han Caiwei heard it coldly

  "Mother, didn't you promise me? I won't touch this kind of thing again! Shuang'er, you too, how could you let Mother do such a thing? What are you standing there for, go get something to bandage and stop the bleeding!"

  "Master misunderstood! Miss is not going to commit suicide!" Shuang'er said, and hurriedly went to fetch the golden wound medicine that had just been used.

  Han Caiwei was completely startled by that one word "mother", and she quickly withdrew her hand from the warm little hand, looking at him in surprise. There stood a five-year-old boy in front of her, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her. His slender eyes sparkled like amber in the flickering candlelight, his thin lips pursed, and his nose straight, he was a miniature version of a handsome young man.

  Xiao Meinan didn't mind Han Caiwei's behavior at all, and with a glance, he saw the wound on Han Caiwei's forehead again, so he frowned at Shuang'er who was bandaging the wound: "Is that concubine bullying our daughter again? Didn't I tell you to protect our daughter?"

  Shuang'er's eyes reddened again: "Young master knows, miss is not allowed to be disturbed when she is in the ancestral hall, I just went a bit late and something happened. But this time, Concubine Pang didn't gain anything either, Miss scared them away..."

  "Scared off?" Xiaomei looked at Shuang'er suspiciously, "There's an injury on your forehead, weren't you bullied? I said it earlier that even if Pan Shi found out about me, nothing would happen. You guys insisted on hiding me, do I have to hide for the rest of my life?"

  Before Han Caiwei met, the big and small ones were busy talking to themselves, completely forgetting her. She blinked her eyes, looked at the little beauty again, and recovered from the shock. She pulled the sleeves of the twins and winked: "Just now this little handsome guy, uh, little baby called me mother, who is he?" Is it an adopted son? A foster son?

  "Miss, you don't even recognize your own biological son?"

  "What? He is my own son?"

  She just stole a glance at the mirror, the original owner was absolutely no more than 22 years old, and it seemed that this son was only about five or six years old. The original owner had been in the mansion for more than six years, which means she gave birth to her son at the age of 16! This is too hard for a modern person to accept!

  Xiao Meinan raised an eyebrow: "Shuang Er, what's going on?"

  Shuang'er glanced at Han Caiwei and then recounted the events that had occurred in the ancestral hall from start to finish: "Young Master, it's exactly as I said, I didn't lie about a single thing."

  Xiao Meinan listened, stroking his chin thoughtfully for a moment, then looked at Han Caiwei very seriously and said: "Hmm, it's better that you don't remember. For your mother, it's also good that she doesn't remember those things. If she remembers, it will only bring her sorrow. This knife is not to be taken lightly, if one day she remembers, who knows what self-destructive things she might do again."

  Han Caiwei, of course, did not allow the little pretty boy to take away the surgical knife she had worked so hard to make. She quickly put the knife into a well-made leather pouch and immediately hung an angelic sweet smile on her face: "Son, although I've lost my memory, I've become aware that the days when I was bullied by others are gone forever! From now on, I will protect us well! You can rest assured!"

  "Mom? That's what you mean, right?" The little pretty boy saw that Han Caiwei was indeed different from before, and the light in her eyes was also different from before. He didn't take away the knife, but he still found her wording strange.

  "Master, Miss was also talking like that before, but Master can rest assured, I think Miss really forgot and really cheered up!"

  Xiao Meinan nodded, slightly curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled. Compared to the weak and worried mother in the past, he still preferred this mother who had forgotten everything and was full of vitality in her eyes.

  Before going to sleep, Xiao Meixiong decided to tell Han Caiwei something that he thought she should know.

  "Mother, I'm telling you, I am the only son of Father King. For more than five years, I haven't seen Father King even once. Except for you and Shuang'er, no one else knows of my existence. Mother, have you forgotten everything? Are you still planning not to tell Father King that he has a son?"

  "What? Such a big son, and Third Master Wang doesn't even know?"

  Han Caiwei let out a long sigh, that damned XX company, how much trouble is this going to cause for her little concubine's life!

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