After the day of my mother's burial, Wen Jingcheng never went to her grave. He refused to have any contact with that person, and even dreaming about that woman was always troublesome, causing him to wake up in a startle.

Wen Jingcheng stood in front of his mother's grave, placing the white chrysanthemum he was holding down. As he gazed at the words engraved on the tombstone, "Wen Xiaohong's wife, Xie Meijuan," he suddenly felt the urge to cry.

How long has it been since I last heard this name? It seems like no one has called her that since my mother started acting strange.

She was clearly a gentle woman from a riverside town, yet she carried a fate that was completely opposite to her own.

Wen Jingcheng slightly squinted his eyes, wearing a calm and peaceful expression. He gently placed his hand on his own abdomen. It seemed like he had thought of something good, as even the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.

"...Mom~" As soon as the words left his mouth, his voice carried a hint of crying. "I brought the baby to see you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away... it's my fault." By the end, Wen Jingcheng could hardly continue. He remembered how his mother used to praise his beauty when he was young, often telling him that his children would definitely be beautiful dolls, and that she wanted to give his first baby a name.

At that time, Wen Jingcheng also smiled and agreed. He felt that it was only right for his child to have their name chosen by their own parents, and then grow up healthy under the care of their grandparents.

"Mom, you still haven't given him a name..." Wen Jingcheng sat down heavily in front of his mother's grave, unable to say another word. He thought he would hate this woman, but he never expected that blood would be thicker than water.

When Yan Muqi returned home, he did not see Wen Jingcheng. He was nowhere to be found in the room, living room, or balcony. Mu Chu looked at Yan Muqi, who was anxiously losing his mind in the room; a touch of disdain flashed across her face as she curled her lips. "Ah Qi, Mr. Wen wouldn't really be angry and run away from home, right?"

Yan Muqi was momentarily startled when he heard Mu Chu's words. He had just intended to scold Wen Jingcheng, but immediately held his tongue. He knew Wen Jingcheng's personality well, and he didn't seem like the kind of person who would easily lose his temper and leave home.

Moreover, he now has two children in his belly, so he wouldn't wander around casually.

Yan Muqi sat weakly on the sofa, supporting his forehead with both hands. He sighed and said, "He's not the type of person who would do this. So, where could he have gone?"

Yan Muqi suddenly realized that he knew very little about Wen Jingcheng. He didn't know what he liked, where he would go, or who his closest person was.

Now, even he himself doesn't know where to find him. Yan Muqi leaned back and sank into the couch, glancing at Mu Chu who had been staring at him the whole time.

He forced a smile and said, "You should go back first. Take care and be careful when you hail a taxi."

Mu Chu opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. Looking at Yan Muqi, who seemed a bit anxious on the sofa, he felt that something was not right. Yan Muqi noticed that Mu Chu hadn't left yet, turned his head to look at him, and saw Mu Chu staring at him, with an expression that seemed to be scrutinizing him.

Yan Muqi felt a little impatient in his heart, but still gave Mu Chu a reason. "You also know that it was my mother who asked me to marry Wen Jingcheng. If he disappears, my mother will kill me. Be a good girl~ You should go back earlier too, you were tired last night."

Listening to Yan Muzhi's words, Mu Chu lowered her head, her ears turning red from the roots to the tips.

"Well... I'm going back first. If you find Mr. Wen, remember to let me know."

Ming Ming should have addressed Wen Jingcheng as "Madam Wen" or "Big Sister-in-law," but Mu Chu refused to call him that, even though the Yan family's strict parents had already reminded him to do so, he still refused.

That title should belong to him. It should always belong to him, from the past to the future!