Yan Hua stays at home until the scar naturally falls off, leaving a shallow mark. Knowing that it soon will not be noticed by others, she calls Fei Ying in high spirits.

“Wow! Finally, you are willing to go out?”

Yan Hua smiles and says: “Spring has arrived!”

“Shall we go out for a meal on the weekend?” Fei Ying asks her: “By the way, is it that Gungun will soon celebrate his first birthday?”

“Next Wednesday,” Yan Hua is a little shy. “Grandpa says that he will come and the whole family will have a dinner together. The celebration will not be lavish.”

Fei Ying nods over the phone: “I understand.”

Generally, the children of such rich and influential families will celebrate their first month in a lofty way, while on their one-year birthday, their families and friends will get together. Because even if those children are photographed by the media when they are one-month old, no one can recognize them in a few months.

But it is quite another thing if they are one-year old, because they can be recognized easily.

“When your family finishes the dinner, you can come out and we will celebrate it for Gungun again!” Fei Ying suggests. “Xiaojiu has been thinking about this all the time.”

Yan Hua naturally agrees. When she goes home after having dinner with Fei Ying on the weekend, she finds that there are two people sitting in the living room. They are Lang Li and his wife who have just returned from abroad.

“Come here! Gungun, do you still remember Grandpa?” Lang Li greets Gungun happily when seeing him.

Gungun leans his head and looks at him for a long time. It seems that he still has some impression on him, so he waves his chubby hands: “Mommy!”

“Oh, why he still can’t talk?” Lang Li is a little surprised. Sitting beside him, Deng Jingjing says with sarcasm, “One-year-old. A normal child of this age can talk even earlier.”

Yan Hua smiles faintly: “Sometimes, it is not strange to have an exception.”

“Do you want a toy, Gungun?” Lang Li casts a glimpse at Deng Jingjing, asking Uncle Lee to take out the gift for Gungun.

It’s a BMW car. Although it is only a children’s car, it is genuinely made in the BMW factory.

“Ah!” Gungun opens his eyes wide, staring at the car. He knows this and understands that he can go out to play by sitting in it.

Yan Hua puts him in. Uncle Lee holds the remote control, getting the car to circle around the sitting room.

“Ah! Oh! Wow…” Gungun screams with excitement. He gets the hang of it after a few rounds.

The thing that can drive the car is held by Uncle Lee, so he starts to command. He looks at Uncle Lee, pointing to the destination where Uncle Lee drives the car to.

“He is so smart?” Lang Li, who has been watching this all the time, is relieved.

Of course, what he thinks is just like what Lang Hongyue wants. If the IQ of Gungun is abnormally low, then it is also a gratifying thing for him. For this, he especially gives a reminder to Deng Jingjing in private.

“Now that we all live together, you can’t always criticize Yan Hua or allude to Gungun. Lang Jia is exiled abroad by Dad. You don’t want to follow her footsteps, right?”

Deng Jingjing is resentful inwardly, but she has no choice. At the beginning of this year’s official election, her relative steps down from the stage. What’s worse, it is said that he is accused by others and can hardly secure his safety.

Lang Li naturally knows that. He has been making compromises to Deng Jingjing for so many years, but the wheel of fortune always swings around.

“Young Master.” Xiaokai pushes the office door open, mysteriously slipping in.

Lang Ruoxian gives him a look: “Say.”

“Your father, Lang Li, has a lover outside. She is a college student who has just graduated.”

Lang Ruoxian lifts the corner of his mouth up and says: “He acts really fast. The family of Deng Jingjing has just stepped down, and he can’t wait to take actions.”

“Shall we start our plan?” Xiaokai rubs his hands together.

“Keep a close eye at that female college student. Inform Deng Jingjing when my good father and his lover are immersed in passionate affection.”

Xiaokai nods excitedly: “The person we prepared can approach Deng Jingjing now!”

“Yes, tell her that she can take time. We are not in a hurry.”

It is not long for him to wait another few days. He has been waiting for this for more than ten years.

On the third day of lunar March, Gungun is one-year-old. Lang Cha comes over one day in advance. One of the miraculous things is that when Gungun sees him, he first looks very adorkable, and then he reveals his rice-like teeth, presenting a cute smile.

“Gun! Gun!” He says these words as he opens his mouth, waving his chubby arms at Lang Cha.

Everyone is shocked. Lang Hongyue and Deng Jingjing are gloating over this while Yan Hua anxiously asks Gungun.

“What does Gungun say?”

Gungun smiles at Lang Cha, asking for his embrace, and then shouts at him: “Gungun! Gungun!”

“He may have just learned the pronunciation of this word,” Lang Ruoxian says. “After all, we call him every day.”

Yan Hua thinks about his words and feels that it may be like this, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

“Our Gungun is different from others even when he is learning to talk!” Lang Cha is very happy, holding Gungun and sitting down with laugh.

Sitting on his lap, Gungun pats himself: “Gungun!”

“He knows that he is called Gungun!” Lang Cha laughs.

Then he sees that Gungun points to his face: “Gungun!”

So, this child has changed the model of calling everyone “Mommy” into calling everyone “Gungun…”

“It’s okay! He can call me whatever he likes.” Lang Cha’s attitude has annoyed Lang Hongyue and Deng Jingjing, making them want to leave immediately.

During the lunch of the next day, they still give red envelopes to Gungun no matter how dissatisfied they are. Of course, the gifts Lang Cha gives to Gungun are the biggest–a house in prime downtown locations and a sports car.

“Yan Hua doesn’t have a driver’s license, right?” He passes the documents and the car key to Yan Hua. “When the weather is warm, you can learn how to drive. It’s also convenient for you to go out.”

Yan Hua expresses her gratitude, saying that she will take time to learn.

“Ruoxian, what do you prepare for Gungun?” Lang Hongyue notices that Lang Ruoxian does not send anything to Gungun, starting to provoke, “Gungun usually regards you as his father, don’t you give him anything?”

The smile on Lang Cha’s face fades while Deng Jingjing expects to see the competition. Lang Ruoxian smiles: “I plan to give it to Yan Hua a little later. Since Auntie is so concerned about it, it’s OK to present it now.”

He stands up and says: “I’ll fetch it upstairs.”

“Old Master, the fourth young master is back,” Uncle Lee rushes in.

Lang Cha frowns, looking at his grandson who comes in: “Where have you been in the past two months?”

“Grandpa!” Lang Yukun greets everyone. “Sorry, I am late.”

Yan Hua finds that Lang Yukun is thinner than before. Although he looks very energetic, the dark circles under his eyes cannot fool people. He is not in good state.

“Happy birthday, Gungun!” Lang Yukun takes out a red envelope and delivers it to Yan Hua. “I still don’t know what to buy, so I have to give the worldliest one.”

Gungun does not remember Lang Yukun, but he knows that everyone gives him a red envelope today. So before Yan Hua receives the envelop he grabs it, putting it in his bosom and even patting it.

“Gungun! Gungun!”

After Lang Yukun sits down, Lang Li asks him: “Your grandpa just asked you where you had been in the past two months.”

“I was finding someone,” Lang Yukun tells the truth. “A previous neighbor.”

Lang Li understands: “Your neighbor in the foreign country?”

“Yes, he used to take care of me. I heard that his family suffered misfortune, and my dad especially tell me to find him.”

Yan Hua remembers the question Lang Yukun asked her that day, thinking to herself that it is definitely not just about an acquaintance…

“Yukun is back?” Lang Ruoxian finds that there is one more person downstairs.

Lang Yukun nods at him: “I will stay only a few days.”

Not knowing if it’s her illusion, Yan Hua feels that Lang Yukun is making promises to Lang Ruoxian…

“Gungun, hold it.” Lang Ruoxian stuffs a document bag into Gungun’s bosom.

Yan Hua takes the bag before Gungun tears it off, giving a glare at Lang Ruoxian.

“What does Ruoxian give?” This time Deng Jingjing asks. “Let’s have a look!”

Lang Ruoxian gives Yan Hua a look of “no problem,” so she opens the bag with relief, but her face sinks at the first sight of its contents.

“Let me have a look.” Lang Hongyue next to her snatches it. “My God! Are you crazy?”

Lang Ruoxian actually sends Gungun a yacht.

“Why the signature is Yan Hua?”

Lang Ruoxian says in a calm tone: “Gungun is not an adult. It will be very troublesome to use his name, so I directly use Yan Hua’s name.”

This explanation is OK, and even if there is something with it, no one will get to the bottom because Lang Cha has already started the meal.

Lang Cha has something to do, so he leaves away during the night. At night, Yan Hua deliberately makes some noise, standing in the corridor. Lang Ruoxian comes out of his room.

“What do you want to ask?”

“Why do you send me a yacht?” Yan Hua has held the question for the whole day: “I don’t know how to drive it.”

Leaning against the wall, Lang Ruoxian looks at her: “You don’t need to learn about it, the yacht club will send workers to drive it.”

.”..This is not the key point, OK?” Yan Hua rolls her eyes.

“You want to establish a foundation, right?” Lang Ruoxian suddenly asks. “The foundation will need a place to work. Instead of renting an office building, you can found it on the yacht.”

Yan Hua is totally shocked: “How… How do you know that I want to establish a foundation?”

“I saw your proposal.”

“Where did you see it?”

“In the trash can.”

Are you a mouse? Why rummaging through the trash can…

Staring at the man, Yan Hua digests the fact for a long time and then asks him with shyness: “Do… Do you think that I can do it?”

“Why not?” Lang Ruoxian wants to say that everything will be OK as long as he is here, but he is afraid that he may scare her away. “I’ve read your proposal. It’s completely feasible.”

Yan Hua wants to establish a foundation to protect women and provide help to those women who suffer from domestic violence or hurt. Women are among the weak groups in this society. She has checked information about this.

Even in today’s society under rule of law, the rate of rape crime per year accounts for 0.7% of total crimes. But this data is not accurate because many women who have been raped choose to keep silent.

“Just tell me if there’s anything that I can help,” Lang Ruoxian looks at her. “I’m available on hand.”

Yan Hua scratches her face, feeling a little hot.

“Thank… Thank you! I will be back to the room and sleep.” After saying this, she runs away.

Lang Ruoxian smiles and turns back to his room.

On the weekend, Yan Hua takes Gungun to have a meal with Fei Ying because they want to celebrate the birthday for Gungun again. This time the place is chosen by Yan Hua. It’s on the gift she has just… no, Gungun has just received!

“Gungun!” Fei Ying nearly dies with laughing when she sees the cartoon characters written on the yacht. “No one would name his yacht like this.”

When hearing that his name is called, Gungun yells at Fei Ying and then utters: “Gungun! Gungun!”