Fu Yunruo and Si Yue exchanged a smile as they saw Wenwen’s pout. Si Yue approached, scooped the boy onto his shoulders, and smoothly changed the subject, “How’s your class? Are you adapting well?” The tutors here were not the usual ones from back home, but a different set.
Wenwen humphed. He is so smart, how could he not adapt?
“Well, the chef has made your favorite braised pork trotters tonight. Eat a lot and build up your strength.”
Wenwen retorted annoyedly, “Do you think I’m a three-year-old?” Did they think he’d forget his grievances over some food? They dared to go out and have fun behind his back! Such a great offense!
“Of course not, you’re already a big four-year-old.”
Wenwen corrected, “Four years and seven months!”
“Of course, of course.”
Fu Yunruo, watching their exchange from the side, grew a bit nervous seeing Wenwen sitting on Si Yue’s shoulders, “Is your arm okay?” It hadn’t been long since his injury, and Wenwen wasn’t light.
Wenwen also remembered that Si Yue’s arm wasn’t fully healed. He immediately froze, “Put me down!” He glanced at Fu Yunruo worriedly.
Si Yue nonchalantly assured, “It’s fine.”
“I’ll hold him,” Fu Yunruo extended her arms. Wenwen leaned forward cooperatively and snuggled into his mother’s embrace.
Si Yue reluctantly let go of his son.
After such an interruption, Wenwen totally forgot to interrogate them about their ‘offense.’ He glanced at Si Yue’s arm from time to time, constantly getting nervous whenever Si Yue moved his hand.
Si Yue, meanwhile, enjoyed the attention. He playfully teased Wenwen, amusing himself with the boy’s rich expressions. It was not until Fu Yunruo gave him a look that he reluctantly stopped.
The family of three had a lively dinner together.
Since Fu Yunruo hadn’t spent much time with Wenwen today, she felt apologetic and stayed with him all evening.
Wenwen, feeling contented, generously let bygones be bygones. Since he was busy with classes and couldn’t accompany his mom, then he had no choice but to allow Uncle Yue to do so, lest his mother feel lonely!
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Later in the evening, Fu Yunruo stepped out of the bedroom after putting her son to sleep. As she closed the door, she found Si Yue waiting in the corridor, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
Si Yue glanced at the closed door, then looked at her with a smile, “Is he asleep?”
Fu Yunruo nodded, tilting her head in curiosity.
Si Yue extended his hand, “Let me take you to a place.”
“It’s quite late…” Despite her protest, Fu Yunruo found herself unable to resist Si Yue’s gentle gaze and finally reached out her hand.
Si Yue pulled Fu Yunruo along, their hands clasped together, and hurried outside.
Worried that Si Yue might exert too much force and hurt his arm, Fu Yunruo followed his lead and matched her pace with him. They rushed up the castle stairs to the top floor, eventually stopping in front of a door.
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My Son is a Reborn Villain
General FictionChi Wen's short life has been bumpy. Ever since he could remember things, he was already living in the orphanage, growing up without a family. Later, he entered the entertainment industry and became a first generation film emperor. However, he final...