The old house.
Xiao Lan kept putting food on Xia Qiaoan's plate, "I see you've lost weight, eat more, these are all your favorite dishes."
Xia Qiaoan's eyes were sore. When she thought that this might be the last time she would eat with Xiao Lan, her heart was filled with reluctance.
"Enough, Mom, eat quickly, you're just focused on putting food on my plate, and I didn't see you eat anything."
Xiao Lan's eyes curved into crescents, "I'm happy as long as I see you eating well, eat quickly, eat quickly."
Xia Qiaoan could only lower her head and obediently eat, and her nose made a heavy "mm."
Xiao Lan gently stroked Xia Qiaoan's head and said gently, "An'an, tell Mom the truth, did you and Mochen, that stinky boy, have a fight?"
Xia Qiaoan was stunned, and she didn't know whether to nod or shake her head.
"I knew it," Xiao Lan sighed, "Hey, An'an, you've been wronged with that stinky boy. He hasn't acknowledged your identity for so many years, it might be because he hates me for forcing him to marry you back then, it's all Mom's fault."
Xia Qiaoan hurriedly shook her head, "Mom, it has nothing to do with you."
"How can it have nothing to do with me? You see, I said you two had a problem, right?"
Xia Qiaoan had a mouthful of food still in her mouth, and could only smile wryly inwardly. Forget it, since it had come to this, she might as well just make it clear.
"Mom, actually, Li Mochen and I have..."
"Mom."
Hearing the familiar low, magnetic voice, Xia Qiaoan's back felt cold. She glanced at the door, and Li Mochen was striding in, and went straight to sit beside Xiao Lan.
Xiao Lan raised her hand and gave him a slap, her anger at him, "Who asked you to sit down?"
Li Mochen "hissed," and his gaze passed over Xiao Lan and landed on Xia Qiaoan's face.
Xia Qiaoan was surprisingly calm, just lowered her head and ate her meal in silence.
Li Mochen touched his arm, "Am I still your own son? I came back to see you as soon as I finished socializing, and you still hit me."
Xiao Lan turned her face, "Who wants you! I only need An'an. You just need to take care of socializing in the future, and you don't need to worry about me, this mom!"
"I'll go?" Li Mochen smirked, and there was a hint of alcohol in his mouth.
Xiao Lan frowned, "You've been drinking?"
"Can you avoid drinking in social situations?"
Xiao Lan looked at him twice, and then, with her disapproval, tapped him twice, "Don't you know you're preparing for pregnancy right now? And you're still drinking!"
After saying that, Xiao Lan held Xia Qiaoan's hand, "An'an, look, Mom hasn't seen you for a long time. It just so happens that Mochen is also drinking. Tonight, you two can stay at the old house and talk with Mom, okay?"
Xia Qiaoan had an impulse to say everything; she wasn't a person who liked to drag things out.
But in front of Xiao Lan, she was stuck in her throat.
Initially, she used a little trick to deceive this kind-hearted old woman. At that time, in order to get her to marry Li Mochen, Xiao Lan almost broke with her own son.
With Li Mochen, she could cut the mess with a sharp knife, but with Xiao Lan, she couldn't help but hesitate.
Xia Qiaoan nodded in Xiao Lan's expectant gaze, "Okay."
She hadn't failed to see the look in Li Mochen's eyes; he was again in that look that he had everything under control. Xia Qiaoan calmly withdrew her gaze and continued to eat her meal.
Li Mochen frowned.
Xia Qiaoan was still Xia Qiaoan, but something was gone from her eyes.