Xian Zihao looked at the time. "It's 3 in the morning. If nothing goes wrong, dad's car will be here by 1 in the afternoon. Let's go today!"

Jiang Ruolan nodded. She didn't know if Jiang Yijun knew that they were going to see his mother this time.

When she came here, she heard from Old Man Xian that Jiang Yijun's mother's name was Jia Zhenzhen. Her father was a soldier and was accused of being involved in the big case twenty years ago. He was already under the law. If Jia Zhenzhen had not been sent to the United States by them at that time, she would not have had a good day at home.

Jia Zhenzhen.

Jiang Ruolan vaguely remembered seeing some black and white photos of the young woman in one of her mother's photo albums. In that picture, her mother was standing with another girl around the same age.

In the photo, they were like two very good sisters. In the photo, her mother held a paintbrush while the girl was standing beside her, happily laughing with her.

They were standing in the European style of architecture, laughing heartily.

What made the deepest impression on her was that the two women in the photo were very tall and of the same shape. If it weren't for the fact that they had different faces, Jiang Ruolan would point to another girl in the photo as her mother.

It was unknown if she remembered, or if there really was such a memory, but she vaguely remembered hearing her mother mention the name when she was very young.

That name was Jia Zhenzhen.

Therefore, when Jiang Ruolan heard the name of Jiang Yijun's mother from Old Man Xian, she became even more curious.

Now that she thought about it, she felt that it was already hard enough for her mother, who wasn't too rich, to raise her, but why did she have to go to the orphanage and bring Jiang Yijun back too?

Jiang Ruolan didn't even know if it was the orphanage because at that time, she was still a child and didn't even know anything.

The couple in front of them had already ordered a cake. Jiang Ruolan and Xian Zihao walked forward and after she ordered the size and style of the cake, they happily rushed back to the hotel.

"Zihao, in the years when you studied here, were you as cheerful as that university couple?" She asked.

Xian Zihao didn't answer and just silently looked out the window. After a while, he finally said, "If I didn't have Xian Enterprise, maybe my life can be considered carefree and unrestrained."

When Jiang Ruolan went to college, she didn't have any time for entertainment at all. Not to mention a delicious cake, she couldn't buy a single dollar of ice on the street because she had to save her money for tuition fees and living expenses. Not only did she have to support her life, but she also had to support Jiang Yijun's life.

Now that she saw those blissful couples holding hands, she had nothing but envy.

Jiang Ruolan didn't ask any further questions but instead leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "Happy birthday, Zihao."

Xian Zihao hugged her back. He bent his head and whispered into her ear with malicious intent, "Anyone can say such empty words. Since it's my birthday, shouldn't you let me continue to get closer to our child?"

"Huh?"

Jiang Ruolan was stunned for a moment. Get closer? The child hadn't been born yet, so how can he be close?

When she finally reacted, she saw that Xian Zihao had been laughing for a long time. Only then did she realize what was happening. Her face immediately flushed, and as she got out of the car, she used her hands to hammer his body while saying, "Xian Zihao, you're such a hooligan!"

Xian Zihao's face was full of smiles. While she was blushing and struggling not to let him carry her, she walked over to the main door and said, "Alright, let's stop this. It just rained a while ago, so the humidity is too high. Let's quickly go back to our room and sleep, alright?"

As the room's door closed, Xian Zihao leaned against the wall while looking at Jiang Ruolan's blushing face. He folded his arms across his chest.

It was rare for Xian Zihao to lose his composure and be provoked by her. In fact, this can also be considered as a form of praise and silent acknowledgment. Jiang Ruolan's heart immediately felt warmth.

She suddenly turned around and smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, saying, "This is the first time I've heard Mr. Xian's dirty jokes."

When Xian Zihao heard this, his eyes turned dark and he gently kissed her.

Suddenly, Jiang Ruolan felt her body being held horizontally by him.

"Then let me have another close contact with our child ~"

With that, he carried her to the bed.

Jiang Ruolan's heart skipped a beat as she giggled in his arms.

Xian Zihao put her down on the bed and helped her undress. Jiang Ruolan had forgotten about being reserved today anyway, and since Xian Zihao seemed to like her own initiative, she followed his actions and helped him undress.

However, the buttons on his shirt were not easy to unbutton. She could not unbutton it even after a long time, so she opened her mouth to bite it in frustration.

Xian Zihao gave her a helpless look and began to do it himself. His eyes were full of mirth. He threw his clothes on the floor and gently pushed her onto the bed, smiling and kissing her hard on the lips.

The blanket was still cold, so Jiang Ruolan stuck close to him. His body was very warm, and his skin was good enough to make people jealous.

Jiang Ruolan quickly raised her hand to cover Xian Zihao's impatient lips and gave him a coquettish look. She was delighted when she felt his muscles tighten. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Hubby, this time, let me."

Xian Zihao's body was immediately tense. After she finished speaking, Jiang Ruolan took the opportunity to turn her head and kiss him on his cheek. Seeing that his gaze had become even darker, she smiled again.

Xian Zihao's forehead was gradually covered in sweat. "Wife."

On the other hand, Jiang Ruolan continued to blush unrestrainedly, just like a primary school student who had just learned how to read people's minds. She was filled with curiosity and not willing to let go no matter what.

Jiang Ruolan kept teasing Xian Zihao until he couldn't hold it in anymore. With a snort, she raised her head to look at him complacently. His eyes, which were filled with lust, shone with an unusual dangerous light, as he pushed her down.

She pounded him, dodging his lips left and right. "Disgusting! Zihao! We just agreed on it!"

Xian Zihao's breathing was abnormally heavy as he whispered hoarsely next to her ear, "Ruolan, I can't wait anymore."

Jiang Ruolan's entire body felt numb. The initiative from before had long been controlled by him, and she no longer had the strength to fight him.

She could only turn into a puddle of melting water, allowing his desires to flow freely.

After dawn, Jiang Ruolan slept for a long time. Since she slept too soundly, she didn't know when Xian Zihao left.

When she woke up and went out of her room, she received a call from Xian Zihao. "Hello, Zihao."

"Dad is here, we have contacted the staff at the sanatorium. We will visit her tonight. If you want to stay asleep, rest in the room. We will be back tomorrow." Xian Zihao said softly on the phone.

"I'm not tired. I want to go with you to see Yijun's mother." Her tone was firm.

It went quiet for a moment, as if Xian Zihao had stopped breathing. A moment later, he said, "Alright, I'll come back and pick you up before we depart."

"Alright, then."

Jiang Ruolan walked back to her room after she hung up the phone. She took out the white crystal necklace from her luggage and carefully looked through it. She then held it tightly in her palm.

At that moment, her phone rang again. She thought it was Xian Zihao who came to pick her up. She took out her phone and saw that the caller was Jiang Yijun.

Jiang Ruolan hesitated for a moment before she answered the call. In order to prevent Jiang Yijun from feeling that something was wrong with her, she directly said with a smile, "Yijun? You brat, after disappearing for so many days, you're finally willing to call me?"

Jiang Yijun was silent for a moment and then asked, "You went to America?"