Chapter Fifty-Nine: Luo Anxin—Dancing for Whom?

I touched my nose, inexplicably asking him, "Luo Ange, shouldn’t it be me questioning you? What do you mean by this? You’re using Mu Ying to threaten me because you know I feel guilty, so you hurt me this way. Do you think only you have feelings, only you know pain?"

He sounded a bit irritable. "So what is it you actually want?"

I unfastened my seatbelt. "I want nothing. Just think of it as being trampled by a pig—would I really stoop so low as to argue with a pig? From now on, you walk your sunlit road, and I'll cross my single-plank bridge."

With that, I pushed open the door and got out, jogging toward the pharmacy at the corner.

After running a bit, I turned back—sure enough, the pervert was gone.

The tiny white pill tasted bitter on my tongue, just like my own youth—halfway through, interrupted by Du Fanchuan, and when I tried to begin again, Luo Ange utterly destroyed it.

The next afternoon, Mo Yinghuai sent her assistant to find me, and I was taken straight to the Luo family’s old residence.

The Luo family home was famed throughout Kangcheng, situated in the city’s prestigious Red District. Even the stone lions at the gate looked imposing, and the rare flowers and trees in the courtyard exuded an air of nobility.

Mo Yinghuai wore a cheongsam as always, standing by the koi pond feeding the fish. Beside her stood a little boy.

I’d seen him before—the time I trailed Mu Ying, it was Luo Ange who had brought this child along.

I stopped and kept what I considered a safe distance. "Good day, Madam Mo."

Mo Yinghuai turned and, seeing it was me, smiled. "My dear, I hope you don’t mind my assistant fetching you—did I disturb you?"

I shook my head. "Not at all, the holidays have already started."

She drew the little boy over. "This is my grandson Anxin. He’s five this year and absolutely obsessed with rollerblading. Today, I’m entrusting him to your care."

The boy greeted me politely. "Hello, big sister."

Mo Yinghuai instructed her assistant to take us to the Luo family gym and invited me to stay for dinner.

Instinctively, I refused, but Luo Anxin clung to me. "Big sister, please stay—my brother and uncle will both be home today."

Just thinking of Luo Ange made me uneasy. All those scenes I’d promised myself to forget came surging back. I forced a helpless smile. "Big sister has things to do at home. Next time, all right?"

But Luo Anxin wouldn’t let go. "I like big sister. I want you to stay."

Mo Yinghuai seemed utterly indulgent with her grandson. She said to me, "Why don’t you stay? Anxin rarely asks anyone to have dinner at home."

With her saying this, if I kept refusing, I’d just seem overly dramatic. So I nodded and agreed.

The little one was quite talented. Maybe because Mo Yinghuai was watching closely, he didn’t dare try anything too difficult, but his basics were smooth, almost effortless.

I gave him some pointers and demonstrated a bit, and he threw himself into practice with enthusiasm.

At first, he was a little stiff and inevitably took a few tumbles, but he was brave—never waiting for help, always getting up on his own to keep practicing. There was none of the usual childish fussiness so common nowadays.

I couldn’t help but think: a child like this is bound for great things in the future.

After a while, a servant brought in juice and desserts. Luo Anxin handed me a glass of orange juice and, with a conspiratorial look, asked, "Big sister, do you have a boyfriend?"

I was taken aback and shook my head. He gleefully grabbed my hand. "Let me tell you—my brother and uncle are both tall, rich, and handsome. How about you pick one of them?"

I almost choked on my juice. If I had to choose that freak as a boyfriend, I’d rather marry a pig.