After I traveled through the book, the scheming little villain had ulterior motives towards me

An Yuannian looked up at the 1.84-meter-tall Sheng Yuming and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Sheng Yuming glanced at An Yuannian with amusement and said calmly, "Why are you thanking me?"

"Thanks for picking up my brother."

Sheng Yuming pretended to be puzzled and asked: "How do you know that I picked him up?"

An Yuannian looked down at the dust on his dirty milk's knees and cheeks, and said firmly: "He fell flat on his face. He has no ability to stand up, and at best he can just flutter on the ground like a moth."

Sheng Yuming laughed instantly: "Ha... You know your brother very well!"

"I brought him up by myself."

Sheng Yuming stared at the unhappy little Niunai with a flat mouth and said with a smile: "So that's how it is."

An Yuannian followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at his little baby: "Sheng Yuming, come and meet me! My name is An Yuannian."

Sheng Yuming was caught off guard when An Yuan called out his name. He looked up at her and asked, "Do you know me?"

An Yuannian shrugged as if he didn't care: "Sheng Yuming from Mingcheng High School has heard of you."

Sheng Yuming looked at An Yuannian with amusement, took out a lighter from his pocket and played with it in his hand: "Really? Then why did you let the people from your school beat our team today? No, it should be to beat me."

An Yuannian's eyes were attracted by his action of playing with the silver lighter. She retracted her gaze when she heard him speak: "You can't say that. I just want everyone in our school to go all out. This is the greatest respect for you and your opponent."

An Yuannian shot back at him after only a few words. Sheng Yuming narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Oh~ Should I thank you then?"

An Yuannian didn't hear the displeasure in his tone at all. She smiled faintly and said, "No, this competition will also help you recognize your own abilities."

As soon as these words came out, Sheng Yuming's eyes turned cold instantly. This was tantamount to stepping on his sore spot.

He thought he was hard to beat at basketball, but today he lost to that bunch of nerds.

An Yuannian didn't care at all whether he was angry or not. She just wanted to dampen the child's enthusiasm. It's good to be confident, but being overconfident is not good.

In the book, he finally gave up fighting for the family inheritance and all the property fell into the hands of his younger brother. He was kicked out of the house and his self-esteem was trampled on at will by his stepmother.

It was not until later that he learned that his mother's death was not caused by depression at all, but was a deliberate murder.

Even after he knew the truth, he had no ability or means to avenge his mother. Later, he risked his life by driving his car and crashing into the car his stepmother was sitting in. He got out of the car with a knife and ignored the blood on his forehead, dragged his stepmother out of the car and killed her.

He also committed suicide.

His life was not good. His mother died when he was nine years old. Before the funeral took place, his mistress brought a boy the same age as him into the house.

He started to become someone he didn't like, smoking, drinking, fighting, swearing, and being rebellious...

An Yuannian didn't want to deal with this child patiently, nor did he want to be a savior, so he said casually: "Let's go, I have something to tell you."

At first, she thought he was a spirited young man, but when she saw the cigarette butt in his hand, she realized that this kid was well-mannered.

It was obvious that the cigarette was not smoked much. It was probably just lit and then Xiao Niunai walked over. He put out the cigarette when he noticed there were children around.

What a talented child.

Sheng Yuming subconsciously retorted: "No."

An Yuannian stopped turning around and looked at the boy who turned his head to look at the sunset. He turned his head back to his stupid look and rolled his eyes fiercely where Xiao Niunai couldn't see: "It's about your mother."

After saying this, An Yuannian ignored him and walked directly towards the bench taking Xiao Niunain's hand.

The moment Sheng Yuming heard his mother's name, he turned around instantly, looked at An Yuannian's back, and finally followed An Yuannian.

How could she know her mother?

An Yuannian sat on the bench and picked up Xiao Niu Niu, put her beside him, and said seriously: "Be careful, you can't kiss or hug her."

Little Milk blinked his eyes and looked at An Yuannian pitifully, saying aggrievedly: "Jiejie... don't... milk."

An Yuannian shook her head helplessly, took out another piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Niunain: "Wipe it, and sister will hold you."

Little Niunain happily wiped his body carefully with paper. Sheng Yuming stood in front of them and watched their interaction.

"Sit down and talk!"

An Yuannian raised her chin and motioned for him to sit on the other side of Xiao Niunain.

Sheng Yuming did not refute and sat down obediently, waiting for An Yuannian to speak.

"Do you remember how your mother died?"

When Sheng Yuming heard these words, he instantly fell into that terrible memory and his face turned visibly pale.

An Yuannian did not urge him. If he didn't even dare to recall, how could he have the ability to avenge his mother?

One life for another? That's stupid.

Sheng Yuming was silent for a long time before he whispered, "When I was nine years old, my mother had a depression attack and took a large amount of sleeping pills and committed suicide."

"She didn't commit suicide." An Yuannian's words were like another heavy punch to Meng Xuanchen's already fragile heart.

Sheng Yuming looked up at An Yuannian with red eyes and a trembling voice: "What...what?"

An Yuannian met his gaze and said seriously, "She didn't commit suicide. She was murdered by someone else."

Sheng Yuming stood up instantly and said in a hoarse voice: "An Yuannian, what do you know?"

An Yuannian looked up into his eyes and said word by word, "Think about it carefully. Her depression was not serious and her condition was gradually improving. But why did she suddenly commit suicide? And she swallowed a large amount of sleeping pills."

An Yuannian's voice was very soft but it sounded heavy in his ears. All the unreasonable questions that had arisen in his mind before An Yuannian's words seemed particularly clear at this moment.

He had suspected it before, but he was dispelled by his mother's diagnosis of depression. Everything became unreasonable after An Yuannian said it.

Sheng Yuming wasn't stupid enough to believe everything An Yuannian said, but he also didn't disbelieve her: "How did you know?"

An Yuannian took the paper that Xiao Niar had used to wipe the dust, held him in his arms, kissed his cheek and said, "You don't have to worry about how I know this, but I can help you find some clues."

Sheng Yuming clenched his fists tightly: "What clues?"

"Some of the servants who were replaced after your mother committed suicide are telling the truth."

Sheng Yuming still wanted to get some clues from An Yuannian, but An Yuannian had already picked up Xiao Niar and prepared to go home.

"Anything else?" The boy's eyes were filled with anxiety and suppressed gloom.

An Yuannian glanced at his clenched fist indifferently. This child is still a little impulsive.