92: Chapter 93: The Man Who Beca My Mommy (2) 92: Chapter 93: The Man Who Beca My Mommy (2) Following Huangfu Jue into the guest room, Will gently raised his hand, signaling everyone to stay outside the door.
He then brought over a glass of water and softly began, “Please drink so water first, I’ll go prepare dinner for you.
What would you like to eat?”
Rushing back all the way from Paris, going directly from the airport to the neighborhood where Gan Yuan lived, and then back to the hotel…
For over a dozen hours, Huangfu Jue hadn’t eaten or slept.
Of course, Will was also very concerned about his health.
Huangfu Jue seed to hear nothing, simply staring out the window into the night, deep in thought.
After so consideration, Will finally mustered the courage to speak up.
“Sir, actually, there is sothing I haven’t had the chance to tell you yet.
Xiaotang’s hair…
he gave it to willingly.”
The man turned his face to the side, his blue eyes sharp as swords.
“What do you an?”
Swallowing hard, Will briefly recounted the events of that night to him.
“The little guy saw through my trick and demanded that I tell him the truth, or else he would reveal everything to Miss Gan.
I…
I had no choice but to tell him the truth.”
Huangfu Jue frowned, “Does he know who I am?”
Will gently nodded.
“Then…” Huangfu Jue took a deep breath, “what was his reaction?”
“He…” Will hesitated.
“Speak, don’t change a single word!”
“Yes!” Will bowed his head, “He said, ‘That bastard, he doesn’t deserve to be my dad’!”
He hung his head, waiting for Huangfu Jue’s tempest to co.
After a while, all he heard was the man’s low sigh.
“Actually, you…
you are also upset.
He is still a child who doesn’t understand.”
“No.” Huangfu Jue turned around, his gaze falling outside the window, “He is not wrong, I am not a competent father.”
…
…
Tianwaitian Roast Duck Restaurant.
Reaching forward with her palm, Gan Yuan wiped the sauce from the little one’s lips with a napkin, then pushed the plate of duck at toward him with a smile after retracting her fingers.
“Eat slow, don’t choke.”
Having been through a tireso journey, although the little one had slept on the plane, he still hadn’t rested well.
It wasn’t until now that he could enjoy a proper al, and as his mother, she naturally felt sorry for him.
She filled a small bowl with duck soup and carefully blew it cool before placing it next to the little one.
The little one picked up the bowl and elegantly sipped the soup.
Noticing Gan Yuan’s gaze, he set the bowl down.
“Mommy, why aren’t you eating?”
“I’m not very hungry.” Gan Yuan smiled back at him, picked up her chopsticks, and sent a piece of vegetable to her mouth, “Xiaotang, we won’t go ho to stay for the next few days, okay?”
“Okay.”
“And we won’t go to kindergarten for the ti being either.”
“Okay.”
“I’ve turned off your watch.
Don’t turn it on without my permission.”
“Okay.”
…
No matter what she said, the little one obediently replied with a “good.” He neither questioned nor objected, not even uttering a single “why.”
Across the table, Gan Yuan furrowed her fine brows.
Originally, she had been considering for a long ti how to respond if he asked why.
But the little one across from her, from getting on the plane until now, hadn’t questioned even once, which was exceedingly abnormal.
“Xiaotang, don’t you think Mommy is acting strange?”
The little one lifted his face from the soup bowl, wisdom beyond his years in his clear, distinct eyes.
“You wouldn’t tell anyway, so asking is pointless.”
Gan Yuan felt a pang in her heart—this child was too sensible, sensibly to the point of being heartbreaking.
Reaching out her hand, she gently touched his little face and spoke with an apologetic tone.
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