Lord, give up! Madam has too many vests

Chapter 349 Yan Lan's Dream

After that night, Yan Lan seemed to vanish into thin air, completely disappearing from everyone's sight.

Madam Qin was unwilling to give up, so she immediately sought out Han Yan.

"Han Yan, you must know where Yan Lan is, right? Tell her that we can talk things over, and the Qin family will not mistreat her."

Madam Qin's tone carried a barely perceptible plea.

Han Yan raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over her coldly: "Madam Qin, what's the point of saying all this now? Don't you know how Qin Shi treated Yan Lan? He broke her heart, and now that she's gone, you want to get her back? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

"Yes, it is our Qin family that has wronged her. It is my fault for not raising my son well..." Madam Qin's voice lowered, filled with guilt. "I beg you, please give our in-laws a chance to make amends."

Little Qin Xi also needs her mother.

"Make amends?" Han Yan sneered. "Yan Lan never wanted the Qin family to make amends. She just wanted a home."

It was during the Qin Dynasty that she was repeatedly driven to the brink of despair.

Now that she's gone, wanting nothing more to do with the Qin family, that's her choice, so please don't force her to stay.

Han Yan's attitude was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

Madam Qin was rebuffed, but she was still not giving up. She went to find Senior Sister Sun, and eventually even found Liu Guoshou.

The answers they received were all the same—Yan Lan had already gone abroad, and her attitude was firm, saying that she never wanted to have anything to do with the Qin family again in her life.

Qin Shi remained silent about the outcome, without uttering a single question or showing any emotion, as if Yan Lan's departure was nothing more than a ripple on a lake caused by the wind before returning to calm.

On the other hand, Madam Qin filed for divorce from Shen Yunzhong.

She had completely given up on this marriage, which had long been a sham.

But Shen Yun suddenly changed her mind and refused to budge, so the divorce was delayed again and again. No one expected that this delay would last for five years.

Five years later, in the dead of night, Yan Lan suddenly sat up in bed, her chest heaving violently, cold sweat sliding down her forehead and soaking the stray hairs at her temples.

The images from my dream still linger before my eyes—

A little girl was surrounded by several masked men. She was wearing a pink princess dress, and her fair face, like her son Qin Chao's, had a porcelain-like luster. Her long eyelashes, just like Chao Chao's, were now covered with tears. Her small nose was sobbing, and her pink lips were slightly swollen from crying.

She clearly resembled Chaochao by seven or eight points, except that she had a more stubborn look in her eyes.

That was her daughter, Xiao Qinxi.

"Mommy! Mommy, save me!" Little Qin Xi's cries were heart-wrenching. Her small body struggled desperately, but the thug grabbed her arm roughly.

"Shout, shout as loud as you can!" The leader of the thugs grinned menacingly, dragging her to the side of the van. "Your mother abandoned you a long time ago. Who's going to save you, this unwanted little bastard?"

"I have a mom! My mom will come!" Little Qin Xi cried out, but her voice grew weaker and weaker as she was forcibly shoved into the dark carriage.

"Mother?"

A soft, sweet child's voice rang out from beside the bed, still groggy from just waking up.

Yan Lan turned her head and saw her son Yan Chao clinging to the headboard, his small body wrapped in loose pajamas, looking like a frightened little animal.

The little guy looked to be about four or five years old. His skin was as white as fine jade porcelain, his cheeks had a healthy pink glow, and his long eyelashes were still glistening with moisture like teardrops. He had a small nose and plump red lips, clearly a delicate and adorable little boy.

Xiao Qinxi was born with congenital deficiencies and was born prematurely at seven months. She was always thinner and weaker than other children her age, and spoke softly and gently, with a hint of timidity.

"Chao Chao, why are you awake?" Yan Lan suppressed a sob in her throat, reached out and hugged him. Her heart calmed down a little when she touched the child's warm back.

Yan Chao stretched out her little hand, her chubby fingertips gently wiping her forehead, her voice filled with worry: "Mommy, you were shouting so loudly just now, were you having a nightmare?"

His little hand gently patted her back, just like she usually comforted him, "Zhaozhao isn't afraid of the dark, so Mommy shouldn't be afraid either."

Yan Lan felt a lump in her throat and hugged him tighter. For the past five years, she and Yan Chao had relied on each other for survival in a foreign land. The child was her only weakness, but also the driving force that kept her going.

She did her best to treat his body, and although his complexion has improved a lot, he is still just one step away from death—rumor has it that there is a miraculous ancient prescription in Singapore that can cure his congenital deficiency.

But this meant she would have to return to Singapore.

That land that gave her birth and nurtured her.

"Mom's fine," she kissed the top of her son's soft hair, her voice extremely gentle, "I just had a bad dream."

Yan Chao blinked her clear eyes, cupped her face in her little hands, and said earnestly, "Mommy said that nightmares are over once you wake up. Chaochao, will you sleep with Mommy?"

Looking at her son's earnest little face, Yan Lan's heart felt warm and tender, as if it had been soaked in lukewarm water.

But the desperate look in Xiao Qinxi's eyes resurfaced in her dream, and that unease grew wildly like vines.

Qin Xi is her daughter. Even though they haven't seen each other for five years, the bond of blood has never broken.

Despite having made the difficult decision to leave her daughter with the Qin family back then, Yan Lan has never truly let go of Qin Xi in the past five years.

She asked Han Yan and others to secretly keep an eye on the child's every move.

Every few days, news and photos about Qin Xi would arrive on time.

From the way a toddler stumbles and wobbles towards toys as they learn to walk, to the moment they babble and mumble "Daddy" and "Grandma" as they learn to speak.

From the little one's joy at first carrying a small backpack into kindergarten, to the childish strokes of drawing a family on paper... she saved all those fragmented moments of growth into her phone.

She looked through the photos again and again late at night, her fingertips tracing the eyebrows and eyes of her daughter and Chaochao that were exactly the same, and her nose couldn't help but feel sore.

She gently stroked Yan Chao's hair, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Perhaps it's time to go back. For Chaochao's illness, and also to see with my own eyes whether Qin Xi is alright.

Once the thought took root, it could no longer be suppressed. Yan Lan took a deep breath and kissed her son's forehead: "Okay, Chaochao, sleep with Mommy. When it's light, Mommy will take you somewhere."

Yan Chao nodded as if she understood, snuggled her little head into her arms, and soon fell asleep with even breathing.

Yan Lan stared at the ceiling with her eyes open until the sky began to lighten, and the hesitation in her eyes was gradually replaced by determination.

He returned to China, sought out the ancient remedy that could cure his son, and wanted to see his daughter one last time.

Even just a glimpse from afar would satisfy her.