Yu Jingchen turned the child's little face, speaking very seriously. "Say it again, your birth mother is An Ning."
"Ah..." Yu Ziqian's mouth opened wide, completely stunned, only regaining awareness after a while. "Dad, are you saying An Ning is my real mom? She was the one who carried me and gave birth to me?"
"Yes!" Yu Jingchen replied in a low voice.
Yu Ziqian was unable to comprehend, feeling especially puzzled. "Did you know An Ning before? If you knew her, why didn't you look for her earlier? Why have you left me without a mom for so many years?"
"Because I have reasons not to look for her."
"What reasons?"
"Right now, you just need to know she is your mother, the other reasons will be explained after you turn eighteen." Yu Jingchen said without room for compromise.
"Why?"
Yu Jingchen glared at his son as a silent warning not to be verbose.
