“Tang Wei is…?” Zhou Wen lowered his head and looked at his own son. Mu Zichen shook his head in confusion. “I don’t know either.” But little Cotton Candy was surnamed Tang and called Tang Mian. This Tang Wei might be a relative of his family, right? Upon hearing this, Sun’s father and mother seemed to have caught a lifeline and grabbed their son’s shoulders in excitement. They asked, “How did Tang Wei contact you?” Tang Caihua had a gambling problem and had lost a lot of money. His company was in financial trouble, and he had tried to borrow money from their family multiple times, but they had refused him each time. Little Cotton Candy, as they called him, seemed to know Tang Wei as well. It appeared that their family also had a negative impression of Tang Wei. Perhaps Tang Caihua’s family had also encountered difficulties with them too. Therefore, their family had harbored resentment and deliberately used their child as a “weapon” to bully them, causing both sides to suffer. Sun Kang...

Although Sun Kangming’s parents didn’t recognize anyone from the Tang family, they did recognize this stunning woman. Zhou Wen, the household name in the entertainment industry. Back when she was at the height of her fame, she had married the CEO of Starlight Entertainment, Mu Yanrui. At a time when everyone thought she had lost her mind,30 she had only climbed higher, maintaining and even increasing her popularity. She had won numerous new awards and left behind many classics. However, she was nearly thirty now and had yet to have any children with Mu Yanrui. There had been a lot of discussion online about this matter.  Some said Zhou Wen didn’t want to have children, considering the significant impact childbirth would have on her career, as it would require more than a year of time; others said she had an agreement with Mu Yanrui, that they had a marriage of convenience without any real emotional attachment, and they led separate lives privately, so naturally, they wouldn’t have ...

“Little one, can you relax your hand for a moment? Your hand is also injured; we need to take care of it.” Although the doctor in the medical room appeared to be a somewhat stern-looking man in his thirties, he spoke with great gentleness. He even unconsciously softened his tone when speaking to Tang Mian, creating a stark contrast. Tang Mian listened and let go of Fu Shizhao’s hand, obediently offering his palm. Fortunately, the injuries on his palm were minor, not too serious. They just needed to be disinfected. “You’re so well-behaved,” the doctor smiled and took a piece of candy from his pocket, placing it in the small pocket on Tang Mian’s chest. The children in the kindergarten were all very young, and accidents were bound to happen. He had been working hise for several years and had encountered children with various personalities, but this was the first time he had seen such a well-behaved child. Despite having a serious leg injury, she managed to stay still. Teacher Tu also pra...

Every night before going to sleep, Tang Mian would take off his hearing aids and place them in a box for safekeeping. However, during his afternoon nap, Tang Mian wouldn’t remove them, especially when he was napping at kindergarten or in crowded surroundings. Losing half his hearing would make him feel extremely insecure. Wearing the hearing aids while sleeping wouldn’t have any impact on his ears or hearing, but it might slightly shorten the lifespan of the hearing aids. But in order to get a good nap during the day, he had to make some compromises, fortunately, the nap times weren’t too long. Now, in this open activity area, a cacophony of sounds assaulted his ears, causing him to feel dizzy. Tang Mian attempted to get up, but the pain in his knee wound was too much to bear, and he ended up collapsing on the grass. His delicate palm skin had several abrasions. ‘This body’s tolerance was simply too weak’. Tears began to well up in his eye sockets. Soon enough, they fell with a soft pi...

Until he hung up the phone, Fu Shizhao still hadn’t turned around, keeping his back to Tang Mian the entire time and not saying a word. Tang Mian tried to reach out and tousle his fluffy head, but he ignored him. Clearly, he wasn’t asleep. It was strange. Mu Zichen was too good at finding conversation topics, and Tang Mian still hadn’t found an opportunity to steer the conversation toward Fu Shizhao. Tang Mian began to feel anxious, curling his toes in distress. The purpose of his call to Mu Zichen was to bring Fu Shizhao and Mu Zichen closer, to make them friends like they were in the previous life. But now Fu Shizhao seemed… upset for some reason? Mu Zichen had been so excited and kept the conversation going energetically. Tang Mian’s head was spinning, and he could barely think straight. In a rush, he found an excuse to end the call, “My little brother needs to sleep. Let’s talk tomorrow. Good night.” Mu Zichen was getting enthusiastic about the conversation when he suddenly heard t...

The kindergarten let out early, and after picking up the two kids, Fu Yu restarted the car, heading towards Tang Sheng’s middle school, conveniently arriving just in time to pick him up. However, when they arrived at the middle school, it wasn’t yet dismissal time, so they had to wait for a while. On the way to the middle school, Tang Mian vividly recounted his experiences at kindergarten, and as his mother finally relaxed completely, he breathed a sigh of relief. He hoped that after he and Fu Shizhao started kindergarten, his mom would consider restarting the career she had always wanted. When the time was right, he would drop subtle hints. Finally, the car smoothly parked in the parking lot near the middle school. Tang Mian was quite familiar with this place. In his previous life, he and Fu Shizhao had both passed the entrance exam for this school and had studied here for three years. During junior high school, his relationship with Fu Shizhao was still quite good. It was the time of...

The morning classes were quite relaxed and mostly consisted of games. However, Tang Mian wasn’t very interested in these games among the kids. Plus, with Fu Shizhao sticking to him, he often felt like he was taking care of a bunch of kids in a kindergarten rather than attending school. Fortunately, Fu Shizhao was easy to handle. As long as Tang Mian didn’t ignore him or talk to other kids, Fu Shizhao would stay obedient and content. Tang Mian didn’t think much of it. After all, Fu Shizhao was most familiar with him here, and he didn’t have any intention of interacting with other kids. If Tang Mian ignored him, Fu Shizhao would understandably feel left out, which was perfectly normal. The last class was an art lesson, and Ms. Tu provided each child with a piece of drawing paper and a box of crayons. She asked them to draw their favorite thing. Engaging in an activity that he was interested in, Tang Mian finally perked up. Estimating the artistic skills of kids at this age, he quickly c...

Finally, the two little kids followed the teacher to the classroom door. There weren’t many students in the preschool class, and Tang Mian casually counted them; there were probably just over ten. They weren’t all sitting in their seats, but they all looked at them with curious eyes. Perhaps it was his imagination, but he felt that some of the kids looked familiar, although he couldn’t quite remember who they resembled. Maybe they were people he had encountered in his previous life during middle school, but he wasn’t very familiar with them, or else he would have recognized them at a glance. Under Teacher Rabbit’s guidance, Tang Mian held hands with Fu Shizhao and introduced themselves to the class. Despite Fu Shizhao’s initial shyness, he listened closely to Tang Mian and did whatever he was told. Teacher Tu arranged their seats together, hoping that Tang Mian could help look after Fu Shizhao. They had barely sat down when Tang Mian received his first chat. “Tang Mian, does your mom r...

The next morning, when Tang Mian woke up, both his father and his big brother had already left. Today was Friday, and the weekend was just around the corner. After the weekend came Monday, the day for kindergarten enrollment. Fu Shizhao’s arm had not fully recovered, and their birthdays were still some time away. His mother hadn’t mentioned anything about filming recently. With his new drawing board, Tang Mian was in high spirits. He practically carried the drawing board with him everywhere he went. He held it while watching cartoons, while basking in the sun, while eating, and even during his short naps. He truly seemed like a child, without the need for any pretence. Tang Sheng regretted not giving Tang Mian the drawing board sooner, and he stared at it several times with a hesitant expression. He wished he had given it to Tang Mian earlier. Shen Siwan also understood the origin of the drawing board, knowing it was a thoughtful gift from Fu Yu and Fu Shizhao. She noticed that Tang Mi...