A domineering country girl flirts with her son, and Commander Huo can't resist.

Chapter 41 The Best Son

Huo Chen usually acts like an older brother, but his personality is somewhat extreme. If he is not properly guided, he may easily go astray in the future.

"As your mother, I'm the one who owes you trouble. Why don't you get angry with me? Why are you afraid? Or are you just like that bastard Jiang Xiaogang, bullying the weak and fearing the strong?"

"Huoning is your sister. After Mom and Dad die, she will be your only family in this world. How dare you yell at her?"

Huo Chen bit his lower lip, remaining silent. He knew he shouldn't have yelled at his sister, but he just couldn't control his temper.

Joanne was very kind to them, but today at the department store, she knew she wanted a toy, but she didn't buy it because she was too embarrassed to ask.

After shopping for half a day, I ended up buying him everything.

Huo Chen felt uncomfortable.

"Huo Chen, I am your mother. I admit that I have neglected you too much in the past, which has caused you to resent me. So I have been trying my best to make up for it these days, but..."

Joanne took a deep breath and continued, "But this kind of compensation isn't unlimited. In the past two weeks, you haven't called me 'Mom' even once, and you haven't smiled at me even once. I want to ask you, do you still hate me now?"

hatred?

Huo Chen tilted his head, revealing that he was both angry and afraid.

What now?

For the past two weeks, Joan prepared new bedding, clothes, and shoes for them, and as she said, they ate meat at every meal.

There are also two White Rabbit milk candies every day.

At night, she would tell herself and Huo Ning wonderful stories, and she would rush to protect them when they were bullied.

Huo Chen really likes his current mother.

But the more I like it, the more afraid I become.

He was afraid he would become dependent on his mother, and if one day she suddenly turned back into the way she used to be, he was afraid he would go crazy.

Therefore, Huo Chen kept all his emotions to himself and pretended to be indifferent on the surface.

That way, even if Qiao An stops treating them well in the future, Huo Chen won't feel too hurt.

This is actually a form of self-protection, how could Qiao An not understand it?

However, if this continues for a long time, Huo Chen will develop psychological problems.

Moreover, children with such difficult personalities are hard to educate in the future.

"I...I don't hate."

"Since you don't hate me, let's make peace, okay?" Joan's tone gradually softened.

"What is reconciliation?" Little Huo Chen didn't quite understand the meaning of the word.

"That means we'll get along well from now on. You'll call me Mom, and I'll call you A-Chen. You're my best son."

Huo Chen's face flushed red again.

Ah Chen?

It actually sounds quite nice.

Huo Chen twirled his little finger, as if he was pondering something.

After a while, he looked up.

"Okay, Mom!"

Hearing "Mom" from that voice, Joan felt that her efforts over the past two weeks had not been in vain.

She could do without her husband, but she truly cherished these two children, which is why she put so much effort into raising them.

"Ah Chen, you should apologize to your sister now. You scared her just now."

Huo Chen turned around and hugged Huo Ning tightly. "Ning, I didn't mean it. Can you forgive me? I'm sorry."

"Mmm, I forgive you, brother. I know you're upset." Huo Ning patted Huo Chen's back softly, comforting him.

Seeing the two children make up, Qiao An smiled.

"Ah Chen, look back."

Huo Chen hummed in agreement and turned around.

They discovered that Qiao An, as if performing magic, could conjure up a pile of things on the kang (a heated brick bed) with a wave of her hands.

"Ah! This...is this for me?"

At this time, there was a box of toy soldiers, marbles, a toy gun, and a brand-new cotton-padded coat on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Actually, when Huo Chen wasn't paying attention, Qiao An had the waiter wrap up his toys as well. She just hid them in her spatial storage, deliberately so he wouldn't see them.

"Yes, Mom has been thinking about you, how could she really not buy it for you?"

Huo Chen's eyes were bright, seemingly glistening with tears.

"So please don't throw tantrums at Mom anymore, okay?"

"Okay!" Huo Chen replied quickly.

"What a good son!"

Qiao An picked up Huo Chen, stood up, and spun around on the kang (a heated brick bed) several times, making Huo Chen and Huo Ning giggle.

As usual, they drank milk and had a bedtime story before Huo Chen and Huo Ning crawled into bed to sleep.

Qiao An lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), looking at the mountain of clothes piled up at the foot of the kang, and began to make plans in her mind.

With so many things accumulating in the house, I need to find someone to make some furniture.

Before dawn, Joan got up and went to the kitchen to cook.

She's lazy when it comes to breakfast, so she usually doesn't make it herself. Instead, she just boils two eggs and takes some bread or cake from her spatial storage to prepare for the children.

They asked where these things came from, but Joan always gave them a random excuse.

As for lunch, Qiao An made them lettuce with cured pork and stir-fried shredded potatoes today. She took out a large bowl and put two steamed buns on it.

Finally, cover it with a basin.

Huo Chen and the other two can heat up their own food for lunch.

As she was about to leave, Huo Chen tugged at her sleeve.

"Mom, can I still take my little sister out to play?"

It's so boring for a child this age to stay at home all day, but Huo Chen is also afraid that if he goes out, he'll run into Jiang Xiaogang and the others again.

"Go out if you need to. If Jiang Xiaogang and his gang still dare to bully you, go home and tell your mother that I will chop the Jiang family to pieces."

When Qiao An said those words, there was a murderous aura about her, and Huo Chen felt a chill run down his spine.

"You can go wherever you want, but you're not allowed to go to dangerous places, like riverbanks or ponds."

"Mom, don't worry, I know." Huo Chen nodded.

"That's good. Ah Chen and Ah Ning, grow up quickly, and we can go to elementary school next year." Qiao An ruffled their little heads.

Only then did he get on his tricycle and head towards town.

The children in the village all like to use the traditional Chinese age reckoning method, and Huo Chen and Huo Ning both say they are four years old, but they are actually only three years old.

Nowadays, there are no strict age requirements for primary schools; as long as you are four years old and have the money, you can enroll.

Therefore, a strange phenomenon occurs in many primary schools.

In the first grade class, there are four-year-old children as well as ten-year-old boys.

Huo Chen and Huo Ning are both precocious, and they will have no problem starting primary school in another year.

This way, they won't have to stay in the village playing in the mud every day.

Qiao An rode her bicycle and soon arrived at the police station.

As soon as I entered the cafeteria, Qin Feng was putting on arm sleeves, so she had just arrived as well.

"You're here? Jiang just said there were no missions today, and everyone was eating in the canteen. Hurry up and buy some groceries."

"I bought it first thing this morning."

After saying that, Qiao An began carrying things from outside into the cafeteria.

Qin Feng's lips twitched, and she gave a dry laugh.

"We have time in the morning, so you don't need to get up so early."

"It's okay, I just can't fall back asleep after waking up in the morning, so I might as well go buy groceries."

Qiao An's vegetable garden doesn't have many kinds of vegetables. Today, she brought three large bundles of chives, two winter melons, a basket of sweet potatoes, and a piece of meat.

"These chives are so tender, let's have potstickers today."

"Okay, I'll pick the vegetables." Joan put on her arm sleeves as well.

The two were busy in the kitchen.

Potstickers need to be fried in oil, so even wealthy families wouldn't dare to eat them easily.

But Qin Feng seemed completely oblivious to the pain.