Seeing that man, she felt an urge to flee. She didn’t want to see him at all, didn’t want to run into him. Maybe it was because she couldn’t stand his wandering hands and that ambiguous look in his eyes when he looked at her. “I’m just thinking of you. You’re only twenty-four, and I want you to have a man who truly loves you.” Chu Junyu meant it sincerely—after all, he was still young and couldn’t take care of her. Even if she knew medicine, she wasn’t a god; she could still get sick. Once, she had a high fever for a whole week, burning so badly she was dazed and delirious. At the time, the only one who could look after them, Luo Zifan, was abroad giving lectures, and Mu Yu wasn’t in T City. Three years ago, Chu Junyu was only two and needed care himself—how could he take care of her? In the end, Mu Yu hired a temporary nanny for her. Back then, though Chu Junyu was small, he was observant and sensible. Seeing her sick with no one to care for her, a thought sprouted in his mind. He hoped Chu Lingzhi would find a man she truly loved and marry him, so that even if she fell ill, someone would look after her and cherish her. Chu Junyu’s top pick was Luo Zifan, but Chu Lingzhi had no romantic interest in him. Nangong Yehen was just someone he and Chu Lingzhi joked about—he was a self-aware kid. His mommy was beautiful, sure, but what was Nangong Yehen’s status? They weren’t even from the same world. Yet at the restaurant, Nangong Yehen had approached him first to chat. Suddenly, he felt maybe they could become a family after all? Hearing Chu Junyu’s words and seeing a hint of displeasure on his delicate little face, Chu Lingzhi felt a wave of unease in her heart. “Kid, is this something for you to be thinking about? I haven’t even considered it, so why are you worrying?” “Of course I’m worried. Uncle Zifan is so good to you, and you’re not interested at all.” Chu Junyu pursed his lips. “Mommy, you’re basically an insulator.” “Kid, in this life, Mommy only loves one man—you.” Chu Lingzhi suddenly smiled happily, pinching Chu Junyu’s face, so soft it seemed ready to drip. “But in this life, the woman I love isn’t just you.” “What do you mean?” She pinched harder. Not wanting to suffer the pain, Chu Junyu quickly flattered her with a smile. “Mommy, until I get married, you’ll always be the woman I love most in this life.” “At such a young age, thinking about all sorts of nonsense. From now on, you’ll drink one less bottle of milk a day.” “My intelligence has nothing to do with drinking milk.” “From now on, pay less attention to Nangong Yehen’s news!” “Yes, ma’am!” Chu Junyu knew when to back down; he wouldn’t go against Chu Lingzhi at a time like this. “I’m going back to my room. Don’t stay up too late—I’ll come check on you later.” “YES, Mommy, I’ll be very obedient!” Chu Junyu beamed brightly, watching Chu Lingzhi leave. Back in her room, Chu Lingzhi sat on the bed, her mind swirling with complicated thoughts. Chu Junyu longed for a father’s love, wished she could have a good man to care for her—how could she, as his mother, not understand his feelings? She wasn’t an insulator; she needed love too. But she was an unmarried mother, and the father of her child was unknown—she didn’t want to love. Over the years, all her energy had gone into Chu Junyu, leaving none for other men. Maybe it was because she was afraid of being abandoned by a man again. After all, that lost memory was the best proof, wasn’t it? If not for fear, why choose to forget the past with him? It was because of fear that she dared not love easily.