Chapter 133: The Man Wearing Sunglasses

Putting down Xiao Chengzi, Xie Wantang chatted with Dongdong for a couple of sentences again; Dongdong has become more sensible over the past two years and has grown quite a bit taller.

After leaving the airport, Xie Wantang planned to go to the language center to pick up Qianqian and bring her home.

The child specialist had talked to her, meaning that if she could temporarily set aside her work and go home specifically to accompany Qianqian, perhaps the child's autism might improve.

In the autism cases they had encountered, many were like this: the mother sacrificed everything, stayed by the child's side, and gradually the child became a normal person.

This proposal was rejected by Xie Wantang at the time.

Her reason was simple: she didn't not love Qianqian; rather, as a mother, regardless of what Qianqian is like, she loves her just as she is.

If Qianqian were autistic and the kind that would never get better, she wouldn't choose to sacrifice everything to accompany her and exhaust herself to make her appear normal to others.

It's fine; here, her Qianqian can be abnormal. If she doesn't speak, she just doesn't speak—it's okay.

"Why would you need to pick her up? We already brought her back early; grandpa is at home keeping his precious granddaughter company," Qin Lao San said.

It was then that Xie Wantang realized her father Qin Siyuan truly hadn't come.

Not noticing her father's absence right away made her feel a bit guilty toward him.

"Hmm, then let's go home."

Xie Wantang hurried home to see Qianqian.

The group strode grandly toward the parking lot, and no one noticed that at that moment, at the VIP entrance, a man in a black suit with sunglasses fixed his gaze on Xie Wantang.

Only after he was completely out of sight did he barely retract his gaze.

Then he turned and left.

At the exit, a Bugatti was parked there; the man took off his sunglasses, slipped into the passenger seat, and the Bugatti sped away.

……

After arriving home, Xiao Qianqian was painting those flowers in the glass greenhouse; when she heard the noise at the front door, she continued painting quietly, not even lifting her head.

After a few cars returned, Qin Siyuan ran in excitedly, "Princess Qianqian, your mother is back."

……

Xiao Qianqian remained perfectly still.

Qin Siyuan told the butler to look after their little princess, set down the fruit he had prepared for her, and then ran out to greet his Tang Bao.

"Tang Bao, finally back," Qin Siyuan said happily, lifting Xie Wantang into his arms and twirling her like when they were kids, "You've gotten thin."

A father's hug is also a measure of love.

When Xie Wantang attended school, the best schools usually required students to live on campus, saving all commuting time for study.

Back then, Xie Wantang went home once a month; whether she was thin or plump, Qin Siyuan would lift her and spin her once, and he would know.

"Nothing like that, Dad," Xie Wantang denied.

She could imagine that later, during dinner, because her dad said she was thin, her bowl would be piled high with meat, making it impossible for her to eat.

"Alright, thin or not, health is what matters. Tang Bao is going to see Xiao Qianqian; don't get in the way. You all go about your own business. I don't know who said it earlier, but today everyone must contribute a dish for Tang Bao."

As soon as Xie Ningmeng said that, the three Qin brothers rushed to the kitchen.

The three brothers, who had long sought to satisfy Tang Bao's appetite, were also quite determined.

Xu Yanqiu took Dongdong and Xiao Chengzi away.

The gift Xie Wantang prepared for her daughter was a brand‑new set of art supplies: watercolor brushes, colored pencils, paints, plenty of high‑quality paper, and a new drawing board.

Since Xiao Qianqian could first hold things, she has loved pens.

Give her a blank sheet, and she can draw on it.

At first, the drawings were a mess, but no one knew what she was drawing, whether they understood art or not.

Even child psychology experts couldn't discern her inner world from the pictures.

At that time, Xie Wantang was in Country A; when she saw her daughter's lines via video, a completely new world suddenly appeared in her eyes.

She subconsciously said that her daughter was drawing this world she saw.

Xie Ningmeng persistently tried asking Xiao Qianqian whether she was drawing this world; after countless attempts, Xiao Qianqian finally responded.

Even if it was just a very slight nod.

It was because of this that the expert who coached Xiao Qianqian daily suggested Xie Wantang return to the country and focus on staying with the child.

However, their view conflicted with Xie Wantang's.

Xie Wantang knows Qianqian is autistic, but whenever she has time, she tries to video‑call Qianqian, tirelessly telling her that she is her mother.

Any member of the Qin family, as long as they are by Qianqian's side, will hold up a photo of Xie Wantang and tell her, "This is Mom."

So, in Xiao Qianqian's mind, she knows Xie Wantang is her mother.

The first time Xie Wantang returned to the country, when she reached out to hug her, she didn't reject Xie Wantang.

Xie Wantang sat quietly beside her, simply watching Xiao Qianqian immerse herself in the world of drawing.

Gradually, what Xiao Qianqian drew caught Xie Wantang's attention for a while; she realized it resembled a person.

Xu Yanqiu waited upstairs for a while, but Xie Wantang never brought Xiao Qianqian inside, so she came down; Xie Wantang hushed her, and the two best friends walked out of the glass greenhouse.

Xie Wantang smiled and asked, "Qiuqiu, can you tell what Xiao Qianqian drew?"

Xu Yanqiu looked at the chaotic, abstract lines and felt that Xie Wantang could discern them because of their deep mother‑daughter bond.

Even if the heavens and earth were far apart, Xiao Qianqian is still her biological child.

After staying in her womb for those months, it couldn't be in vain.

Xu Yanqiu shook her head, "I can't see it; you can?"

"Hmm, she drew a person, but I'm not sure if it's me," Xie Wantang said with a smile. This time, Xiao Qianqian's drawing was truly abstract; if she hadn't kept sketching the lines like eyebrows at the end, she really wouldn't have been sure it was a person.

"A person? I saw no eyes, nose, or mouth. How did you tell it was a person?" Xu Yanqiu tilted her head, twisted her body, even tried to look upside down, but still saw no person on the paper.

"How did you get here?" Xu Yanqiu asked, not having seen it. Xie Wantang understood and stopped pressing her about the question.

"Dongdong and Xiao Chengzi have prepared gifts for you. Since you haven't gone in for so long, I came to check for them."

"How is it? You want to wait until Qian Qian finishes drawing?"

"Mm."

Xie Wantang had just replied, in the flower house, Xiao Qian Qian put down the brush she was holding.