Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

His gentle voice gave her the necessary sense of security.

Shen Qingyue nodded. Although she still felt uneasy, having Jiang Mingyuan by her side gave her a great comfort.

She held Dongdong's hand and stood in the corridor outside the door, staring at Jiang Mingyuan's back nervously.

Jiang Mingyuan quickly and orderly turned off the lights in the office, and then carefully checked whether all the windows and doors were closed and locked. His actions were quick and decisive, showing the importance he placed on his family's safety.

The moment he closed the last door, he glanced back at the office again, as if to make sure he hadn't missed any possible danger. Then, he turned around and quickly walked towards Shen Qingyue and Dongdong.

The lights in the corridor were dim, and Jiang Mingyuan's figure looked particularly determined.

He walked up to Shen Qingyue and Dongdong and said softly: "Let's go."

Shen Qingyue nodded gently. Although she was still a little uneasy, Jiang Mingyuan's presence made these uneasy feelings lessened a lot.

Dongdong held her mother's hand tightly, her face full of dependence.

A family of three slowly walked out of the garment factory and walked into the night.

Everything around them seemed unusually quiet, except for the sound of their footsteps echoing in the empty streets.

As they walked, they never noticed that in the darkness not far away, there was a blurry black figure standing quietly, staring closely at their backs.

This dark figure was hidden in the night and the shadows of the trees, and only his outline was vaguely visible.

In the dim light, his presence was barely noticeable.

The shadow's eyes were full of complex emotions, as if he was deep in thought, and at the same time revealed an imperceptible tension.

He stood quietly without any movement, just silently watching the retreating figures of Jiang Mingyuan's family.

As Jiang Mingyuan's family disappeared from the street corner, the black shadow slowly retreated and merged into deeper shadows, as if it had never existed.

The whole scene is filled with a mysterious and tense atmosphere. The person hiding in the shadows seems to be somehow related to Shen Qingyue's encounter in the garment factory, but his purpose and identity remain a mystery.

When Jiang Mingyuan's family finally arrived at the door of their home, Shen Qingyue's mood still hadn't completely calmed down.

Home, which should be the safest place, seems to have been cast into a shadow after what happened tonight.

The moment she entered the house, Shen Qingyue felt an illusory sense of relief.

She slowly took off her coat, her movements mechanical and slow, as if she was still recalling the horrific experience just now.

"Mom, how are you feeling now?" Dongdong's voice was full of worry, and his little hand gently held Shen Qingyue's hand.

Shen Qingyue forced herself to smile and tried her best to look strong: "I'm fine, Dongdong. Mom is just a little tired."

Jiang Mingyuan stood aside quietly, his eyes full of concern. He stepped forward and gently hugged Shen Qingyue and Dongdong.

His embrace gave them the greatest warmth.

Jiang Mingyuan gently hugged her and Dongdong, with deep worry in his eyes.

He turned to Dongdong and asked in a gentle voice: "Dongdong, are you hungry?"

Dongdong looked up at his mother, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes. He said softly: "I'm hungry, but my mother is afraid, so we won't go out."

Jiang Mingyuan lowered his head and looked at Shen Qingyue, with concern in his eyes.

Shen Qingyue's eyes wandered between Jiang Mingyuan and Dongdong, and she forced a smile on her lips: "Do you want to go out to eat something?" Jiang Mingyuan shook his head gently, "No, we can eat at home. I'll make some. A simple dinner.”

A hint of gratitude flashed in Shen Qingyue's eyes, and she nodded. Jiang Mingyuan let go of them, stood up, and walked to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Jiang Mingyuan was busy preparing dinner. He chose to make some simple noodles, which were quick and could satisfy Dongdong's appetite.

The water in the pot begins to boil, and the noodles dance in the hot water, exuding the warm atmosphere of home.

Dongdong sat at the dining table, her legs dangling, her eyes full of expectation. He occasionally looked towards the kitchen, with a child's unique innocent smile on his lips.

Shen Qingyue sat aside, holding a cup of warm tea in her hands, her eyes deep, as if her thoughts were far away.

Jiang Mingyuan moved nimbly through the kitchen, skillfully stir-frying the side dishes in the noodles.

He added some fresh meat and simple seasonings, and the simple ingredients turned into a delicious home-cooked dish in his hands.

He occasionally looked back at the table, his eyes full of concern and love.

Soon, fragrant noodles were placed on the table. Jiang Mingyuan said softly: "Dongdong, come and eat, it's hot." Dongdong immediately picked up the chopsticks excitedly and started eating the noodles, with a happy smile on his face.

Jiang Mingyuan sat next to Shen Qingyue and said softly: "Qingyue, you should eat more, you are so thin." He handed her a bowl of noodles, his eyes full of concern.

Shen Qingyue shook her head slightly and replied softly: "I don't have much appetite, just eat a little." She reluctantly picked up the chopsticks and took a few bites, but it was obvious that she ate very little.

Jiang Mingyuan frowned slightly. He knew that the fear in Shen Qingyue's heart had not completely dissipated. He said softly: "Qingyue, you have to take good care of yourself and don't let yourself get too tired."

Shen Qingyue looked up at Jiang Mingyuan, with a trace of imperceptible gratitude in her eyes, "Thank you, Mingyuan." Her voice said.

After dinner, Jiang Mingyuan insisted on cleaning the tableware, while Shen Qingyue and Dongdong sat in the living room.

In a corner of the living room, Dongdong was sitting at the small table attentively, his pen tip moving quickly on the homework paper.

He looked up at Shen Qingyue from time to time, worry written all over his face.

Shen Qingyue sat quietly on the sofa, holding her hands tightly together. Her eyes seemed to be far away, and she was uneasy.

Dongdong put down his pen, walked softly to Shen Qingyue, and asked in a low voice: "Mom, are you still unhappy?"

Shen Qingyue turned to look at Dongdong, forcing a smile on her face, and her voice was soft but trembling: "It's okay, Dongdong, mom is just a little tired."

Dongdong's brows frowned slightly, and his little hand gently stroked Shen Qingyue's back, "Mom, if you are tired, just take a rest. I can do my homework by myself."

Shen Qingyue gently touched Dongdong's head and said softly: "Thank you, Dongdong, mom will get better soon. You go to do your homework first, mom is here to watch you."

Dongdong nodded. Although he was still a little worried, he believed what his mother said.

He turned back to the small table and continued to concentrate on his homework. Shen Qingyue sat quietly, her eyes gradually regaining some brightness.

After dinner, Jiang Mingyuan carefully cleaned up the tableware and kitchen.

After everything was tidy, he walked back to the living room softly, so as not to disturb Dongdong who was doing homework and Shen Qingyue who was deep in thought.

Shen Qingyue looked up at Jiang Mingyuan, with a hint of tiredness in her eyes.

She whispered to Jiang Mingyuan: "Mingyuan, can you help coax Dongdong to sleep? I want to have some peace and quiet by myself." (End of Chapter)