CHAPTER 462: CHAPTER 462: TANG YANQI IS DEAD, I AM SU ANLE (2)

"Today I came over for a collaboration, and it’s also Xiao Yi’s birthday. Both emotionally and logically, I should come."

Su Anle nodded and looked around: "Where’s Aunt?"

"Aunt went shopping. How about you? How are things? Long time no see. Are you used to being at the Translation Institute?"

"Yes, I’m doing quite well."

Su Anle placed the cake back on the table, took off her bag and coat, and then brought out the bought paintbrushes and drawing board, handing them to the little girl: "Xiao Yi, this is your birthday gift from Mom. Do you like it?"

The little girl’s eyes lit up as she held on tightly and didn’t let go, her dark eyes looking at Su Anle with a bright smile: "I like it, thank you Mom."

The little girl looked up, and Su Anle crouched down, letting her give a kiss on her cheek before standing up again.

"She’s still too young; she can’t use these yet."

The man behind spoke up, and Su Anle smiled looking at the little girl’s joyous silhouette running off: "I know, but she likes them."

Speaking of which, she turned back, her gaze calmly fixed on the person behind: "By the way, Ji Yan, I have something... I want to tell you."

The man squinted his eyes: "Go ahead."

"There’s an external assignment from the Translation Institute. The Minister hopes I can go. The location is... B City."

The man seemed unsurprised and only spoke in a deep voice: "And you? What do you think?"

"I agreed."

"Have you let go?"

Su Anle smiled slightly with her head down: "There’s nothing about letting go. This is work, and I never said when I left that I wouldn’t ever return."

"What do you want me to do for you?"

"Help me take care of Xiao Yi. This external assignment will last about ten days. Although Aunt is here, I’m still not at ease with Xiao Yi alone."

"Alright."

Both of them looked simultaneously at the little girl playing with the paintbrushes at the dining table. Su Anle’s calm eyes seldom showed a trace of tenderness, while Shen Jiyan looked at her and suddenly laughed: "From the day I agreed to take you away, I knew that one day you would return. I just didn’t expect it to be so soon. Tell me, if he finds out you have a child, would he be furious?"

Su Anle withdrew her gaze, looking calmly at Shen Jiyan: "It has nothing to do with me how he’d react. Besides, it’s been three years; things have changed. I’m only going back because of work. As for the rest, it has nothing to do with me. Furthermore, Xiao Yi is my child, not his."

In the evening, Su Anle and Shen Jiyan celebrated the little girl’s birthday together. After putting the little girl to sleep, the two of them finally sat down in the living room.

"If you run into him after you go back and have any trouble, just call me."

"Mm, thank you."

"Alright, I’ll be leaving first."

"I’ll walk you out."

Su Anle walked Shen Jiyan to the door, where he suddenly stopped, his back facing her, and in a low voice slowly said: "Three years. You’re going back, but what about her? When will she come back?"

After saying this, the man didn’t linger, walking straight out. Su Anle stood where she was until the elevator doors closed before turning back.

Three years... The time isn’t very long, but it’s not short either.

Everything has changed.

She still remembers that rainy day three years ago. That day, Tang Yanqi died. There’s no one named Tang Yanqi in this world anymore, but there is a Su Anle.

They have similar personalities, similar tempers, similar looks. The only difference is that in Tang Yanqi’s heart, there was someone named Sheng Jianan. In Su Anle’s heart, there was someone named Tang Yanqi.