Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 71 Could she be the reincarnation of her stepmother?

Then Jiang Liwu was called.

The name Jiang Wu undoubtedly had a huge impact on Yan Wenyu. He stood up instantly, and every cell and nerve in his body was in an uproar. The makeup artist who was doing his makeup was so shocked that she was at a loss and thought she had done something wrong.

Even though Jiang Liwu filled in the missing character "Li," it still couldn't calm Yan Wenyu's trembling heart.

His slender fingers trembled slightly as they landed on the screen. [May I ask your age?]

【20. 】

[What was your birthday?]

Jiang Liwu replied without hesitation, "November 1st."

Yan Wenyu's long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably. Jiang Liwu's familiar features, the tone of her voice calling him Xiaoyu, the similar name, and the same age kept flashing through his mind.

Even their birthdays have a subtle coincidence.

The day their stepmother left them was a snowy Halloween night. When the clock struck midnight, Halloween ended, and November 1st arrived, which was also the first day they lost their stepmother.

If reincarnation truly exists, then if we calculate the time, the reincarnated stepmother is exactly 20 years old and was born on November 1st. Could such a coincidence be some kind of destiny?

Could Jiang Liwu be the reincarnation of her stepmother?

Yan Wenyu knew that his idea was too far-fetched, like a drunkard who likes to numb and imprison himself, deceiving himself and unwilling to accept the cruel reality.

Even so, he couldn't help but harbor a sliver of hope.

Yan Wenyu's gaze fell on the rabbit doll placed on the chair next to him, his eyes filled with a bitter and complicated feeling. He reached out and picked up the doll.

He had to see Jiang Liwu again.

To confirm whether what he thought was true, he at least needed to know what Jiang Liwu's face looked like under her mask.

[Will you go to see the premiere of "Dear, Come Home" at the Imperial Cinema?] Because Xiang Rui had sent Jiang Liwu various gifts, he knew Jiang Liwu's address. Yan Wenyu learned from Xiang Rui that Jiang Liwu was from the Imperial City.

My stepmother was also from Beijing.

He was the same way, but due to his work schedule, he rarely returned to the capital and didn't want to go back.

Thinking of his family background, and certain people and events, Yan Wenyu's eyes were filled with coldness and hatred. That place was the hell his stepmother had once led him to escape from. After his stepmother passed away, he had no home. He traveled to every place and corner of the world, making brief stops, living a nomadic life like a homeless child.

Jiang Liwu: [Yes!! I will definitely go see the movie starring Xiao Yu (cat-like eyes full of excitement)]

Seeing that she typed "Xiao Yu" again, Yan Wenyu's heart stirred. He made up his mind and said, "Send 'Fog' movie tickets and confirm my schedule for the premiere in Beijing in a few days."

Xiang Rui was taken aback by the second half of Yan Wenyu's sentence.

He quickly replied, "Okay, Brother Yu." Yan Wenyu usually doesn't accept events in Beijing, so this time he's acting out of character. Is it because of Sister Wu?

Indeed, Brother Yu's attitude towards Sister Wu is quite strange.

I've never seen him treat any fan this specially before.

Could it be that Brother Yu has taken a liking to Sister Wu?!

……

Because of work, Fu Siyue got up very early. When he went downstairs to eat, he could smell the sweet and delicious aroma of food from afar.

As he walked toward the dining room, he saw the servants who were not making breakfast but were looking out of the kitchen. Fu Siyue immediately realized that someone else was actually making breakfast. When they saw him coming, the servants immediately stepped aside and went to do their own things.

The next second, Fu Siyue saw Jiang Liwu coming out of the kitchen. She was wearing gloves, carrying a pot, wearing an apron, and her hair was tied up with two loose strands falling down. She exuded a homely charm and carried a soft, endearing aura.

Fu Siyue stared blankly for a moment, then quickly strode over and reached out to take the pot from Jiang Liwu's hand. "Hey, are you crazy?" Jiang Liwu immediately dodged to avoid being touched by Fu Siyue, and glared at him with a reproachful look. "It just came out of the pot, I don't know how hot it is. I was wearing gloves. Do you want to get blisters on your hands?"

"Get out of the way."

Despite being scolded, Fu Siyue remained happy and obediently stepped aside. This was a scene he had fantasized about countless times, no longer an impossible dream, but a real everyday occurrence.

Warm, simple, yet blissful.

"You can leave these things to them, Mom. Don't tire yourself out so much." Fu Siyue saw what was in the pot. It was eight-treasure porridge. It would take several hours to cook a pot, which showed how early Jiang Liwu had gotten up. Fu Siyue felt sorry for her and guilty.

He said he liked his stepmother's cooking, which is why she worked so hard.

Jiang Liwu put the pot down. "I don't cook this every day. You should sit down and eat breakfast." She took off her gloves.

Fu Siyue helped Jiang Liwu untie her apron, and Jiang Liwu tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear with her little finger before spooning a large bowl of food for Fu Siyue, steaming hot.

"Let it cool down for a little while, then eat something else first."

Breakfast can't just be eight-treasure porridge; there's also bread, poached eggs, and so on.

Fu Siyue hurriedly took a few bites of bread, but he was still more eager to eat the eight-treasure porridge. He couldn't wait to spoon a mouthful into his mouth. The hot porridge couldn't mask the sweet taste. It was thick and smooth, just right, and it brought together the essence of various ingredients. The taste was rich and wonderful. After one bite, it was soft and sweet but not greasy, leaving a pleasant fragrance in his mouth. It was extremely warm and comforting, like a fire burning in winter, warmly nestled in his heart.

"Is it good?" Jiang Liwu also scooped a bowl for herself.

Fu Siyue nodded, "It's excellent, the best eight-treasure porridge I've ever had."

"Eat more if you like it." Jiang Liwu smiled. Eight-treasure porridge has many benefits, including invigorating qi, calming the mind, relieving neurasthenia, and nourishing qi, which is exactly what Fu Siyue needs.

Fu Siyue: "I'll bring some to eat at the company."

Jiang Liwu: "I'll take you to the company in a bit."

Fu Siyue was hit by an unexpected surprise, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, his eyes shining with happiness. "Mmm." He lost his biological mother at birth, so he had never experienced being picked up and dropped off at school by his mother. His biological father, out of hatred for him, always sent him to servants and butlers.

When I was little, I saw other children being picked up by their parents, but I wasn't. It would be a lie to say I wasn't lonely and envious.

But his stepmother's appearance made up for his regret.

He never imagined that he would experience being sent to work by his mother after growing up.

Fu Siyue ate several bowls before stopping, still feeling unsatisfied. He noticed Jiang Liwu had packed two insulated containers. "Are these two for me?"

“One of them is for Xiao Cheng. Your company is nearby, so I’ll go see him on the way.” These two kids seem tough on the surface, but they’re both sickly behind the scenes. Jiang Liwu already had a bad feeling that the other kids she raised were probably sick as well.