"That's quite a unique perspective. But since you don't like men who cook, what kind of men do you like?" Li Shaoting suppressed the emotions stirring inside him and continued to ask with a smile. It sounded like an offhand question, but only he knew how nervously he was waiting for her answer.
"Me?" Jian An'an paused her hands for a moment, thought about it, and then said with a smile, "I really haven't thought about this question. All these years I've been busy making money, taking care of Xiaoxin, finding hospitals and doctors for him—I often wished a day had forty-eight hours. Where would I find the time to think about such things? Besides, I've never wanted to dwell on matters of the heart. When I first found out I was pregnant, I felt a deep sense of rejection, but later on, I felt so grateful. I felt Xiaoxin was the best gift heaven could have given me. I had my own child, and I didn't need to marry anyone else. Having Xiaoxin was enough for me; the two of us would rely on each other for the rest of our lives. If it weren't for Xiaoxin falling ill, I wouldn't have thought about coming back to find his biological father. I suppose I would have stayed in that other city where no one knew us, living out my life with Xiaoxin just like that. So I've never considered romance, let alone what kind of person I might like."
Jian An'an smiled, speaking quite naturally.
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