Shangguan Yu watched Jun Moyan wiping the little kid’s mouth and started doubting his own life for the past twenty years.
He awkwardly took two paper towels and cleaned up what the little kid had spat on Jun Moyan’s shoulder.
After Jun Moyan finished wiping the kid’s mouth and tears, Shangguan Yu asked, "Hey Jun, we’ve been buddies for over twenty years, just be honest with , is there sothing wrong with my face, or is it my taste?"
Jun Moyan glanced at him: "Neither."
"Then why did he look at and puke?"
"An’an just drank milk; it’s normal to spit it up."
An’an had just drunk so milk; he shouldn’t have held him in that position and even patted his back.
"Is it normal? I bet if it wasn’t for , he wouldn’t have spat it out so quickly." Shangguan Yu doubted himself.
Even Xiaoguai, the cat, obviously treated him differently, let alone the little kid, who pukes upon seeing him.
"Did you co to see for sothing?" Jun Moyan took a mont to ask.
He had seen him rush in just now.
"No, I have a day off today, thought of visiting you at your office. Then I bumped into soone — maybe a director or manager — who said you haven’t been to the office for a few days, so I ca looking for you."
As Shangguan Yu spoke, he picked up a little toy to play with the kid.
The little one who had just cried held a grudge, ignoring him, grasping one of Jun Moyan’s fingers with a little hand, refusing to look at Shangguan Yu.
"This little one is holding a grudge against , I just held you once and disrupted your appetite, now you won’t even look at ."
Shangguan Yu noticed that Jun Moyan’s Wu Garden is indeed a place blessed by feng shui; a cat is exceptionally clever and even this newborn is quite shrewd.
"Hey, how old is An’an now? When was he born?"
Shangguan Yu rembered to ask.
"Five months."
"So it’s been five months and you only brought him back now?"
Jun Moyan didn’t reply.
Shangguan Yu looked at the little one and then at Jun Moyan and finally couldn’t help but ask, "What’s going on with you and your wife? You’ve been acting strange since you ca back; I was worried about you, thinking sothing was wrong. Yet, not only are you okay, but you’ve even got a son! Such a joyful thing, why make it seem so frightening?"
Jun Moyan stayed silent for a mont before saying, "Xiao’ai isn’t feeling well."
Shangguan Yu was taken aback and suddenly quieted down.
He probably figured out what happened.
"Is it because of having An’an?"
Is it why Jun Moyan seed worried all the ti, why An’an was brought back so late, and why Xiao’ai hasn’t returned due to health reasons?
Jun Moyan didn’t want to elaborate, not wanting to complicate matters. Now, he’s just Jun Moyan, father of An’an, husband of Xiaoguai, and as for everything else, it’s over.
Now he only wants to take care of An’an and wait for Xiaoguai to return.
Shangguan Yu accepted this thinking, so let it be.
Seeing Jun Moyan’s tacit agreent, Shangguan Yu finally felt relieved having understood so of the situation.
Jun Moyan had been absent for over a year, and in the three months since he returned, Shangguan Yu hadn’t had a good night’s sleep. Now that he understood, the burden on his heart was lifted.
As for what Jun Moyan did during his year of absence, he wasn’t willing to tell, and Shangguan Yu didn’t need to pry deeper.
Shangguan Yu raised a hand to pat Jun Moyan’s shoulder, comforting him: "It’ll be alright. I know many renowned experts; I’ll have soone find them for you from anywhere."
Actually, Shangguan Yu wanted to ask, why didn’t Jun Moyan stay by Wen Xiao’ai’s side if he was so worried.
There are still many things he doesn’t understand.
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