Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!
Chapter 586 - 570 The difficult little friend oh

"Don’t do... anything foolish?" He articulated each word slowly, savoring them like a delicious meal, unwilling to stop.

After a long while.

The man finally looked seriously at the small Yan Wang.

Although they had identical black pupils, the man’s larger eyes were filled with a snake-like dangerous and cunning greed.

It was desire, within reach.

It was an abyss, a point of no return.

Whatever he was thinking about, he seemed to struggle...

In contrast, Yan Wang looked much calmer.

The small child’s eyes were as clear as a lake, without a ripple, as if the person in front of him and the situation at hand had nothing to do with him.

In the end, the man admitted defeat.

He gritted his molars, his tone cold: "You’re always talking about the big picture! You don’t understand the pain of losing her! I—"

"A reminder." Yan Wang remained indifferent, "Five years ago, I lost her already."

"It’s different!" The man knitted his eyebrows, "You were just born, you have no memory!"

Yan Wang looked up and curiously asked, "But in your timeline, she also left then, do you have a lot of memory?"

"I—"

The man suddenly stammered, losing focus for a moment behind his glasses.

He laughed bitterly...

After a while, he reluctantly whispered, "I thought you didn’t understand."

Yan Wang chuckled: "If I don’t understand, how could you be right in front of me?"

The question was a bit convoluted, making it confusing for anyone else.

But the tacit understanding between them needed no words.

The man conceded.

Yet, there was still a trace of stubbornness in his eyes.

Half joking, half serious: "For a moment there, I wanted to replace you."

Yan Wang shook his head: "How could she not recognize between five and thirty-five years old."

The man chuckled lightly: "As her son, I’d find a way to convince her."

Yan Wang frowned: "I recall you saying that you and I can’t exist for long in the same world, so each time... the longest you can stay is only a day..."

This meant that once one wanted to stay, the other would have to disappear.

"Are you planning to kill me? Or send me to the world you’re in?" Yan Wang spoke nonchalantly, "I think, Brother would be happy to take care of me."

"Him? Take care of you?" The man burst into laughter as if hearing a world-class joke, unable to keep a straight face.

"Such a handful?" Yan Wang thought for a moment, "No worries, I can go over to take care of him."

The man’s wound throbbed more painfully...

He was silent for a moment and shook his head.

Yan Wang squinted his eyes slightly: "So, are you planning... to make me disappear completely?" He didn’t mind, "If it makes you feel better, I’m more than willing to sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?" The man looked up, glanced inexplicably at the dark sky.

The former heavily inked clouds had long dispersed, revealing a few twinkling stars.

The light was faint yet piercing to the eyes.

Yan Wang heard the man’s words, carried by the wind, light as if devoid of all strength.

"Have there not been enough sacrifices?"

His voice was filled with repressed pain.

Yan Wang didn’t respond.

Just these five years, before mom officially returned, what kind of days had he been living? Even recalling it felt slightly unbearable.

The person in front of him had gone through it for thirty-five years like that...

It was hard not to feel heartache.

Yan Wang looked up, earnestly: "If you want, you can stay."

The man looked down, meeting the small one’s gaze.

After a long time, he spoke.

"No need."

He paused, then added.

"She will definitely look everywhere for you, I don’t want to make things difficult for her."

Yan Wang hesitated, feeling a bit conflicted.

"The technology for that set of equipment is already quite refined, no need for further testing." The man raised his hand, looking at the newly burned scar: "Next time, I will bring him with me."

For some reason, in those casual words, Yan Wang sensed a hint of final farewell.

The man turned, extended his unharmed hand and placed it heavily on Yan Wang’s shoulder.

It carried a sense of passing the torch.

His lips trembled.

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

He sighed.

"Take care of yourself."

Yan Wang looked at his injured hand: "Bring some Moon Dust Grass back, it will help with your wound."

"I have special-effect medicine."

Despite his words, his hands didn’t stop.

He reached out and picked a nearby Moon Dust Grass.

The blue petals, blooming exuberantly under the clear wind and moon, carried a robust vitality even when plucked from its stem.

The man laughed: "Bringing it back might irritate that brat."

Having said that, he looked up, gazing deeply at the villa in the distance.

The night grew darker.

Deep in the dark clouds, it seemed a meteor streaked by again.

Yan Wang stood up.

The hillside was silent.

Except for the Moon Dust Grass that had been taken, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

No one had ever been here...

He picked up the small medical box and slowly walked back to his room.

The night grew deeper.

Everyone seemed to be in a deep sleep, unaware of the outside commotion.

The next day.

The weather was bright and sunny, a perfect day for an outing.

Yan Yueqing got up early, continuing to discuss work matters with Director Tang in the living room.

Jun Lii was in his room having a video conference.

Yan Wang was in his room doing the homework left by his teacher.

The remaining few little ones were quite idle~ Tang Tang and Jun Yan each grabbed one of Ji Li’s hands, excitedly going to the hill to play.

Tang Tang beamed: "I heard Grandpa Mi say that these flowers have a sleep-inducing effect. I picked a whole bunch last night and put them in the rooms of godmother, dad, brother, and Grandpa Mi~ Did you all sleep well?"

Jun Yan stretched lazily: "Very well~ I didn’t even have a single dream~"

Tang Tang looked at Ji Li: "How about you, Brother Li?"

Ji Li nodded.

This was the softest bed he’d ever slept on since birth. Despite not liking Yan Yueqing, he had to admit, she had arranged a very comfortable room for him.

Claiming a bad rest would be unrealistic.

Last night as he lay in bed, he tried to dredge up some resentment for Yan Yueqing to counter the envy and admiration he felt for the luxurious estate he had seen.

But soon after lying down, he fell asleep...

It was a bit embarrassing.

Tang Tang curiously asked: "Brother Li, what grade are you in primary school?"

"I... I haven’t been to school." The sudden question caused Ji Li to lower his eyelids in self-consciousness.

Canglong Village was extremely poor, although compulsory education had already been widespread, small places like theirs rarely attracted any teachers willing to come.

Families with a bit more means would send their children to schools in neighboring villages.

However, his family was extraordinarily poor! It was hard enough to survive, let alone attend school?

He was eight years old this year. Many six-year-olds in the village could go to first grade, but he could only follow behind them to learn bits and pieces...

He was very smart, the content other kids repeated daily, he memorized after just one round.

The village chief’s grandson had been beaten over a math problem, and as he walked past with foraged wild vegetables, he saw the child crying at the door and couldn’t resist teaching him two problems.

The village chief was grateful, but never mentioned sending him to school.

Ji Li finally understood—whether smart or clever, unless he became valuable, no one would genuinely want to help him.