Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

Jiang Wan began to prepare for a lawsuit against Qi Haonan to get Qi Yan back.

She had not fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother in the past due to personal reasons. Jiang Wan knew that Qi Yan might not recognize her as his mother, but she knew that Qi Haonan had become more and more confused in the past two years and was stepping into the fire pit step by step. The only thing she could do for Qi Yan was to prevent him from being implicated by Qi Haonan in the future.

Not only did she take back Qi Yan's custody, but she also helped him sever ties with the Qi family with Qi Yan's consent.

At that time, Qin Anran and her daughter were happy to see this happen, but Qi Haonan hesitated. However, he eventually succumbed to the sweet talk from his wife and daughter and returned Qi Yan to Jiang Wan.

When Qi Yan returned to this world as a god, the experiences that originally belonged to Qi Yan in this world also developed according to the established trajectory, filling in the gap.

Jiang Wan took back the custody of Qi Yan when he was in his third year of high school.

Qi Yan is sensible and steady, and in some ways very similar to Jiang Wan. He never asked for anything from his nominal mother, and paid for his college tuition by working part-time.

The two maintained a nominal mother-son relationship. There was no deep mother-son love, but they could get along well.

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On the way to meet Jiang Wan, Qi Yan told Ji Yan everything about Jiang Wan, and suggested that she use the power of the Lord God to personally look back at Jiang Wan's past life. After reading it, Ji Yan couldn't calm down for a long time.

Putting everything aside, Jiang Wan is indeed admirable. The bad experience back then did not bring her down. Even though it left her with serious psychological trauma, she worked hard to improve herself, from nothing to something, until she stood at the top of the industry. She was reported by countless media and let the society see the power of an ordinary woman.

After arriving at Yinchuan Media, the special assistant invited them into Jiang Wan's office.

"Director Jiang is still in a meeting and will be here in a while. Please wait for a moment."

Qi Yan nodded, and took Ji Yan to sit down and wait. The little girl sat upright for a while, feeling sleepy and bored, so she simply leaned on Qi Yan's shoulder and opened her mobile phone to play electronic games for a while.

This was the scene Jiang Wan saw when she pushed the door open.

She had seen the photo of the little girl from the Ji family a long time ago, but she was even more beautiful in person than in the photo.

What surprised Jiang Wan even more was the tenderness in Qi Yan's eyes when he looked at the little girl. This child had never enjoyed any happiness since childhood, and her temperament was gloomy and dull. No matter what happened, she was always calm and collected, and there would be no extra emotions on her face.

Jiang Wan only now realized that it wasn't that she didn't have other emotions, but that the person was wrong.

When the two children heard the voice, they looked up at her. The little girl from the Ji family put down her phone and said in a clear and pleasant voice, "Aunt Jiang."

Jiang Wan responded: "Hello."

Ji Yan stood up and introduced herself: "Aunt Jiang, my name is Ji Yan."

Jiang Wan smiled slightly: "I know, A Yan told me about you."

Ji Yan looked at Ms. Jiang Wan in front of her without blinking. Time seemed to have left no traces on her face, which was still young and beautiful. Her black hair was tied up to show her temperament. Her facial features were gorgeous, yet looked very gentle.

Chatting with her also made people feel very comfortable. After the topic was opened, both of them relaxed, and Ji Yan chatted with her for a long time without realizing it.

When it was almost dark, Qi Yan interrupted their conversation and said to Jiang Wan in a deep voice: "We will come to see you another day."

Jiang Wan nodded, and then said to Ji Yan: "Yan Yan, keep in touch in the future."

The little girl nodded obediently. After Qi Yan held her hand, she said goodbye to Jiang Wan: "Goodbye, Aunt Jiang, I wish you a happy new year."

"Happy New Year."

Jiang Wan said hesitantly, and the expression on her face became as gentle as the sunset.

*

It snowed on New Year's Eve, and Ji Yan suddenly had an idea to take Qi Yan to the terrace to stay up until the New Year.

The glass skylight blocked out the snow from outside. The little girl curled up in a recliner, covered with a thick quilt, holding a tablet in her arms, which was broadcasting this year's New Year's Eve gala live.

Tired of watching, Ji Yan put down the tablet, crawled out of the quilt, walked to the other side, lifted the quilt and crawled into Qi Yan's arms.

The recliner creaked under the weight.

Qi Yan reached out to catch her, tucked the corner of the quilt, and wrapped her whole body in the quilt, leaving only her head exposed. Ji Yan felt the coldness around her body being dispelled little by little, and her hands and feet gradually warmed up.

The tablet she dropped was not turned off, and the lively sound of the live broadcast room became the background music at this moment.

Ji Yan nestled in Qi Yan's arms and watched the snow, but her eyelids became heavier and heavier and drooped slightly.

Qi Yan couldn't help laughing and touched her furry head: "Go to sleep if you are sleepy, I will wake you up when the countdown starts."

Ji Yan shook her head: "I can still hold on."

However, his eyelids were fighting, and he could no longer hold on. A muffled voice came from under the quilt: "Then I'll go to sleep first, brother."

"Yeah." Qi Yan gently embraced her.

Outside, the wind and snow were raging. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, forming a thick layer on the ground.

Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest, and the coming year will be a good year if nothing unexpected happens.

Qi Yan looked at her for a long time, then lowered his head and stuffed the New Year's money he had prepared in advance into the little girl's pajamas pocket. Her sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful, which made his heart soften.

It was almost midnight when Qi Yan gently woke up the little girl in his arms.

Ji Yan opened her eyes dazedly, and heard the loud and neat countdown from the live broadcast room on the tablet. In the distance, brilliant fireworks bloomed, lighting up the snowy night. She reacted belatedly and heard her own soft and ambiguous voice: "Brother, do you have any New Year's wishes?"

Qi Yan said, "Yes."

He hopes Yanyan will always be carefree and happy.

She also hopes that from now on, year after year, he will always be the one who stays by her side.

Ji Yan said: "I have it too. I hope that the people I love can be safe and healthy without any worries."

"I also hope..." She paused suddenly, and when she spoke again, she deliberately lowered her voice, "This cannot be said out loud."

She turned over and lay in Qi Yan's arms, her arms stretched out from under the quilt and wrapped around his neck, "Brother, lower your head a little, I'll whisper in your ear."

Qi Yan's body stiffened slightly, and he lowered his head to cooperate with her. She leaned over, her soft breath fell on his neck, and the heat melted into water. However, when she was about to get close to his ear, the little girl suddenly changed direction, pressed her soft lips against the corner of his lips, kissed him, and raised her head again, her eyes curved into small crescents: "I was kidding you, brother, actually I want to kiss you."

After she finished speaking, she kissed him again. Qi Yan's eyes were as calm as water, and then slowly became dark. He looked at her, hesitant to move, until the little girl in his arms was tired of kissing, then he raised his hand, supported the back of her head, and kissed her lips again.

He seldom lost control and had gotten better at managing his desires over the past six months. However, tonight he bullied her to the point of crying, which was unusual for her.

When she was carried back from the terrace, the little girl was still a little scared. She instinctively closed her lips and mumbled "no" in a daze.