Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!

Chapter 1388 - 1429: The Out-of-Place Little One

At the dinner table, Shangguan Yu and the little one were talking while eating. Mostly it was Shangguan Yu doing the talking, as the little one was becoming less and less talkative. He seemed to be increasingly aware of the incompleteness of this family and his father’s indifference.

The little one secretly glanced at Jun Moyan, who was eating quietly and was "not sociable," and his small face was full of disappointment.

Jun Moyan seemed to sense the little one’s emotions and looked over at him, then reached out and placed a piece of meat into the little one’s bowl.

The little one immediately looked at him, then happily used his spoon to eat the meat, his gloomy little face gradually brightening.

At night, after coaxing the little one to sleep, Shangguan Yu went to the study to find Jun Moyan again, and upon entering, he directly asked, "Has An’an ever told you about being discriminated against in kindergarten?"

The little one didn’t like to talk and was unwilling to talk about things on his own. There were many mischievous kids in kindergarten, and it’s possible they weren’t just talking about An’an’s eyes.

Jun Moyan was taken aback and looked at him.

"Fine, you don’t need to say anything. I think An’an wouldn’t tell you, but even if he doesn’t say it himself, shouldn’t you as his father be able to sense it?"

"Children’s hearts are naturally sensitive, especially for An’an. Just because his eye color is different, the kids in kindergarten use that to verbally insult him."

"If they can bully An’an over something as small as his eyes, who knows how much more he is bullied at school because of his personality. I know it hurts you inside, but An’an is your son, Xiao’ai’s son, your both’s son. Ignoring An’an, disregarding his mental health, are you being fair to Xiao’ai? An’an is getting quieter, less willing to speak—haven’t you noticed any of this?"

It’s been two and a half years. An’an was brought back at five months old, and now he’s three. Back then, Jun Moyan said Wen Xiao’ai would be back soon, but there has been no news till now.

He doesn’t dare ask Jun Moyan anything about Wen Xiao’ai anymore. Nobody does—they know he’s anguished inside, and he feels for Jun Moyan, but he can’t stand how Jun Moyan treats An’an.

"You can’t project your issues onto An’an. How old is he? If this continues, something is bound to happen to An’an sooner or later."

"I don’t care what you have on tomorrow, but you must visit An’an’s kindergarten and talk to his teacher to understand how he’s doing at school."

Shangguan Yu said all this, yet heard Jun Moyan indifferently respond, "I’ll talk to Qing Yi."

Shangguan Yu was instantly furious.

"Jun Moyan!"

Late at night

Jun Moyan pushed open the little one’s bedroom door, quietly felt his way to the bedside in the dark.

He turned on the bedside lamp, looking at the obedient and soundly sleeping little one, reached out to tuck him in more securely, then sat gently at the bedside.

He looked at the little one for a while, then reached out to stroke the little one’s head, his fingertips lightly brushing his smooth, pale little face.

The little one moved a bit, but didn’t wake up.

Jun Moyan withdrew his hand, silently looking at the little one.

At first, Little An’an looked like Wen Xiao’ai, eyes, nose, and mouth. But now, he’s looking more and more like him.

Early the next morning, Qing Yi sent the little one to kindergarten.

The little one sat quietly in the corner. The classroom was noisy, filled with the chatter and clamor of children, but the little one was quietly staring out the window, lost in thought.