Chapter 142

Thinking about this, she still felt it was quite nice. This home would in the future become a perfect family of four: a son and a daughter, both handsome and beautiful. But the next second, when she thought of her little baby bun and the aloof little handsome guy having to call another woman "mom", her eyes immediately became sour with tears.

"Alright, alright, Lin Miao'er, you can't let your thoughts run wild, time to sleep, sleep!" she wiped off the tears from the corner of her eyes and closed them.

She had just pretended to fall asleep when Yaoyao's small hand grabbed onto her arm, her little head snuggling into her arms, feeling only secure enough to sleep soundly with Miao'er by her side.

In fact, she didn't like her aunt at all. The aunt didn't like her either. Every time she went there, no matter how long she stayed, the aunt would incessantly ask about her daddy, her attention never fully on her, clearly harboring ulterior motives towards daddy.