Chapter 10: A Temporary Place to Stay

Rong Jing gently teased Little Momo's small face with her fingertip, and Little Momo soon woke up.

He was truly well-behaved; he blinked his drowsy eyes at Rong Jing, pursed his lips, and began to smile, his eyes curving into crescents, incredibly cute.

Rong Jing couldn't help but think that once this child grew up, he would surely be a gentle man.

It was just that, right now, he was only a little over a month old.

By the time he grew up, how long would that take?

Thinking of this, Rong Jing turned her head to look toward the tightly closed gates of the temple.

In truth, during her postpartum confinement period, she had been constantly considering the problem of how to raise Little Momo.

The second branch of the Rong family was undoubtedly still searching for her everywhere, and now, with the addition of that troublesome enemy Baili Qianchuan, her situation was not good at all.

Setting those aside, even in the short term, it wouldn't be easy for her—penniless as she was—to make life comfortable for herself.

As an adult, one most certainly could not afford to act tough in front of a child. Before reclaiming everything that belonged to her, she did not want Little Momo to follow her into risks and hardships; of course, she also did not want Little Momo to become a weakness that would prevent her from acting freely to seek revenge.

She could choose to hide for a few years, raise Little Momo, and wait until he was six or seven years old to take her revenge; perhaps by then, Little Momo might even be her helper.

However, six or seven years was enough time for the second branch of the Rong family to grow their wings, and enough time for everything they had stolen from her to become legitimate.

Although Rong Jing did not come from a prominent family, she had served as a private bodyguard for many prestigious clans. She knew very well what six or seven years meant for a family, or for a rising power.

Taking a step back, it wasn't necessarily Lady Xu who had sent her to the dance studio; she knew nothing about who was actually hiding behind this matter or what secrets were concealed. Heaven knows if someone might suddenly pop up one day and snatch her Little Momo away?

After much deliberation, she could only find a place for Little Momo to settle first, and furthermore, this place had to be safe and absolutely confidential!

Seeing that his mother had ignored him for a long time, Little Momo waved his small hands, letting out "yi-ya-ya" sounds of protest.

Only then did Rong Jing snap out of it. She grabbed Little Momo's small hand and made a gesture as if to bite it; she usually teased him this way. Even as Rong Jing's teeth pressed against the back of Little Momo's chubby hand, he was not afraid, giggling and even proactively extending his other hand.

"Silly Momo!" Rong Jing laughed along with him, but as she laughed, she gradually stopped, pulling his small hand to kiss it gently.

She knew that entrusting the child to a temple that sought neither conflict nor worldly desires was the safest option.

Thinking his mother had another new trick, Little Momo smiled even more happily than before, looking quite mischievous. However, Rong Jing could not bring herself to smile; heartache and reluctance gradually occupied her eyes and her heart.

Seeing that his mother wasn't smiling, Little Momo immediately extended his other hand for her to kiss, making "yi-ya yi-ya" sounds as if he wanted to say something to her, completely unaware of his mother's thoughts at this moment.

"Little fool, do you know? Mother is going to leave you," Rong Jing murmured.

How could Little Momo understand what Rong Jing was saying? Seeing that his mother was talking to him again, he immediately grinned at her with a "hehe" smile.

A one-month-old child did nothing but cry or laugh. Seeing him laugh made Rong Jing feel even worse than seeing him cry; her heart felt as if it were breaking from the ache.

Rong Jing pulled Little Momo closer and said seriously, "Little fool, Mother really has to go!"

"Giggle... giggle..." Little Momo laughed even more joyfully, excitedly raising both hands to play with Rong Jing.

A pang of sorrow hit Rong Jing's heart. Gritting her teeth, she held Little Momo and strode toward the side gate of the temple.

She did not dare look at Little Momo's face. She bit her finger and used her fresh blood to write the two characters "Rong Mo" on his swaddling clothes. At that moment, there was a sound from inside the gate.

Tears had filled Rong Jing's eyes at some unknown point. Hardening her heart, she decisively placed Little Momo by the threshold. Following his mother's movements, Little Momo thought she was playing with him and laughed even more heartily.

However, once Rong Jing stood up and took two steps back, Little Momo's laughter came to an abrupt halt...