The little one hugged Qin Yun’s thigh tightly, looked up with clear eyes, feeling slightly aggrieved as he gazed at Qin Yun, "Godmother!! I miss you so much. I haven’t seen you in ages. During the New Year, I said I wanted to visit you, but mom said you were too busy, filming abroad and not at home."

Qin Yun’s heart was about to melt. She bent down to pick up An Chengjin, but Pei Yan moved faster, scooping An Chengjin up into his arms, holding him steadily.

An Chengjin obediently called out, "Godfather."

Pei Yan nodded, gently ruffling An Chengjin’s hair, "Good boy."

An Yueqian got out of the car and glared at An Chengjin, "How many times have I told you, your godmother is not available right now, be careful, be careful. If you make her uncomfortable, I’ll break your leg."

An Yueqian linked arms with Qin Yun, and the two walked inside together, while Pei Yan acted like a soulless tool, holding An Chengjin and following behind.

An Chengjin mischievously laughed, "I understand, Mom."

He glanced at Qin Yun’s belly, cautiously yet excitedly asked Pei Yan, "Godfather, am I soon going to have a fiancée?"

Pei Yan frowned, "What fiancée?"

An Chengjin answered seriously, "Godmother promised me that if she has a little sister, she’ll marry her to me."

Pei Yan’s face instantly turned dark; he stared discontentedly at An Chengjin and flicked his forehead, "You’re just a kid, thinking about having a fiancée already? That’s not right. Plus, it’s still uncertain if godmother is having a sister, don’t overthink it."

His little one hasn’t been born yet and someone’s already planning? That’s a joke. He wouldn’t allow it, not even if it’s An Chengjin.

An Chengjin unhappily clutched his forehead, insisting, "Godmother promised!"

But Pei Yan ignored his protest, speaking sternly: "She didn’t promise, and I didn’t promise either. You need to focus on your studies, don’t be filled with thoughts of a fiancée. Got it?"

An Chengjin sighed in frustration, "Godfather, communicating with you is really difficult."

The sister godmother will bear is his fiancée; he has long prepared gifts for her, determined to leave a good impression when the time comes.

Mom supports him, saying giving gifts to his sister is a very gentlemanly gesture.

Although mom doesn’t realize the gift is prepared for his little fiancée.

The four were led to a private room, and the door opened to reveal only Li Ning inside. Seeing the four come in, Li Ning’s smile stretched all the way to the back of his head.

"Sister Yun, Sister Yueqian, you’ve arrived—Pei Yan’s here too?!" Li Ning was extremely excited upon seeing Pei Yan, even rubbed his hands together, "Come sit here! Mr. Pei, is this a relative’s child? So handsome. Little guy, what’s your name?"

Upon seeing An Chengjin, Li Ning was particularly fond, pinching An Chengjin’s cheeks and warmly asking his name.

An Chengjin beamed, "My name is An Chengjin. I’m not godfather’s relative’s child; I’m An Yueqian’s son!"

The little one’s voice was crisp and proud, letting everyone present hear clearly, especially Li Ning.

Li Ning’s enthusiastic demeanor slightly faltered upon hearing this, and in disbelief, he glanced at An Yueqian, then at An Chengjin, finding their resemblance and finally believing that An Chengjin was indeed An Yueqian’s son.

Li Ning looked at An Yueqian, slightly pained, "Sister Yueqian, you have a child?"

An Yueqian pretended not to notice his gloomy mood, nodded briskly, "Yes, this is my son, An Chengjin. He’s over five now and already taking private lessons."

An Yueqian was very composed, but Li Ning seemed a bit lost.

Qin Yun and Pei Yan didn’t mind Li Ning’s awkwardness and directly took their seats.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Qin Yun began to lighten the mood, talking to Li Ning, asking about his contract.

Li Ning then regained his composure, telling Qin Yun about the contract situation.

Meanwhile, studio owner Pei Yan sat beside them as if nothing was amiss, An Chengjin did not sit next to An Yueqian, but beside Pei Yan.

The two simultaneously drank tea and then set down their teacups.

An Chengjin, a bit nosy, tugged at Pei Yan’s sleeve, "Godfather, does that guy like my mom?"

Pei Yan looked down at him, "Are kids these days so mature? How do they know everything?"

An Chengjin puffed out his chest, "Of course I know. During the New Year, the family set Mom up on a lot of dates, which I ruined because I thought those men weren’t worthy of her—they didn’t truly like my mom."

An Chengjin spoke earnestly, his expression filled with pride.

Pei Yan: "..."

An Chengjin wasn’t just mature; the child’s intelligence was astonishing.

"Then how did you figure out that this guy likes your mom?"

Pei Yan was curious; Li Ning’s behavior was obvious enough that even a five-year-old could detect it?

An Chengjin replied confidently, "This guy can’t look mom in the eye; when she talks to him, he blushes, plus he secretly watches her, and when mom catches him, he quickly looks away. Usually, I only act guilty like that when I’ve done something wrong."

"Godfather, am I right?"

Pei Yan was silent.

An Chengjin was not only correct but saw details with precision, completely spot on.

Pei Yan suddenly wanted to know what An Chengjin expected in a partner for An Yueqian.

"Do you like this guy?"

Pei Yan stayed low, lowering his voice, trying to keep the other three from hearing their conversation.

An Chengjin supported his little head, thought for a moment, then carefully answered, "I think it’s important that Mom likes him. Her partner is supposed to spend life with her; when I grow up, I won’t interfere."

Just as An Chengjin finished speaking, a large hand rested on his head.

Pei Yan chuckled, patting An Chengjin’s head, warmly praised, "You’re really impressive, Chengjin."

"Of course. My private lesson teacher also compliments me; I’m the smartest kid he’s ever met. Over half the girls in my kindergarten like me—they give me notes, letters, some even cry to the teacher to sit next to me."

An Chengjin proudly puffed out his little chest, sharing with Pei Yan his kindergarten life, boasting that he would not be swayed by the kindergarten girls who still have runny noses—he’s devoted only to his fiancée sister.

Pei Yan: "..."

He ruffled his hair vigorously, reminding him, "Focus on your studies."