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Meng Shanshan raised her head up to look at her mom. She was only six-years-old. She didn’t understand the complicated adult world. Her world was very simple. She only knew that her dad had left them and had formed another family. He wasn’t just her dad anymore.

During this time, Lin Yiyi hadn’t heard the two kids mention Meng Yan at all. It was as if he had never existed.

Meng Yuran was already thirteen-years-old, so he more or less knew what was going on. However, Meng Shanshan was still young. Her father had practically disappeared overnight, and she wasn’t old enough to understand why. It was inevitable that this would produce feelings of unease in a child. It was easy enough to tell this by her instinctively clingy behavior towards her mom and how she tried her best to be a good child.

The more time she spent with these two kids, the more Lin Yiy felt bad for them.

Looking at the young child’s clear eyes, she softly ask, “Shanshan, dad is here. Want to go see him together?”

No matter what, Meng Yan was the father of these children. Legally, there was no reason to refuse letting him see his children.

Even if she wanted to refuse, as long as he wanted to see them, he would be able to figure out a way.

Meng Shanshan didn’t have any strong opinions on this matter. She would naturally go along with her mom and older brother’s wishes.

However, she still couldn’t resist the impulse to lean on her mom as she nodded and said, “Okay.”

This would be the Lin Yiyi’s first meeting with her ex-husband.

That film emperor…. he had looked so handsome on the TV screen.

Holding Meng Shanshan’s hand, she led her towards the villa’s opened front doors.

At the front entrance, there was a man wearing a casual shirt and pants. His fitted clothing showed off his tall and straight figure. He was holding a beautifully wrapped gift box.

When he heard the sound of footsteps. Meng Yan, who’s side profile had been facing the door, turned. He saw a little girl dressed in a princess dress, and a woman holding a paper plate in one hand.

The woman was wearing a white t-shirt and a long, high-waist gauzy pink skirt. With only light makeup on, she already looked very beautiful.

(T/N: Below is a picture of this type of gauzy skirt.)

If she had shown this peacefully quiet image instead of her past deranged self, he could have considered her as an acceptable beauty.

Meng Yan pressed his lips together. He had the same attractive facial features as Meng Yuran, it was impossible to feel loathing towards him…

Sometimes, it wasn’t without reason why someone’s appearance would be destined for popularity. But, in this case…

Lin Yiyi had seen this man on the TV. This was her first time meeting him.

Honestly, if she had to say something…

“You looked more handsome on TV.” Without noticing, she had blurted out her thoughts.

Quickly recovering from the shock of her carelessness, Lin Yiyi immediately smiled at him and pretended as if nothing had happened.

Meng Yan: “…”

He had already heard her!

Meng Yuran, who had followed behind the mother and daughter pair, couldn’t stop a chortle of laughter from escaping his mouth. He ducked his head to hide it.

Feeling as if her image had collapsed a bit, there was a crack in Lin Yiyi’s smiling expression. She took the initiative by saying, “Thank you for coming here to visit Shanshan. And you brought a gift too? You’re too polite…”

Meng Yan: “…”

It felt as if there was something wrong.

He moved his lips and wanted to say something, but she didn’t give him a chance. “Here’s a slice of the birthday cake… You didn’t have many chances to celebrate birthdays with your family in the past, right? It must be rare for you to eat birthday cake. No need to be polite with us.”

On the paper plate, there was a slice of buttery ice cream cake. It had a tantalizing scent that incessantly drilled into one’s nose.

Meng Yan looked down at the cake, then he looked back up at the woman.

There was a light smile on her beautiful face…

Clearly, she had a gentle appearance, but she exuded a difficult to perceive aloofness.

He didn’t know if he was just imagining it, but it felt as if… as if he was merely an insignificant stranger to her.

Meng Yan: ???