novelraw Chapter 252 - 153. As you wish.
Chapter 252 - 153. As you wish.
Nan Wan slightly lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the tea leaves fully steeped in the cup, without saying a word.Shen Zhimei also remained silent, and the living room was engulfed in a prolonged silence, only broken by the faint laughter of Jiashu from the backyard, proving the villa was indeed inhabited.
The sky outside gradually darkened.
Aunt Zhou was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Although Jiashu was in an unfamiliar environment, he was comfortable because his mom and aunt were there, and a golden retriever was keeping him company. He showed no signs of unease as he sat on the carpet playing with his toys, seeming rather happy.
However, his happiness and relaxation lasted only until the moment before Shen Zhimei had to leave.
His chubby little arms wrapped around Shen Zhimei’s leg, not wanting her to go. He didn’t cry, but tears were already welling up in his eyes.
After staying with the Nan Family for half a year, he had begun to understand social niceties, and subtly, he had learned to be strong and considerate. But he was only three years old, lacking a sense of security, and felt a bit scared to sleep in a strange environment.
Shen Zhimei’s nose was also tinged with a sourness, but her face held a warm smile. She pulled Jiashu from her arms, crouched down, and soothingly coaxed, "Be good, baby. Mommy will be back in a few days. I’ll come to pick you up as soon as I get off the plane, all right?"
If it weren’t absolutely necessary, she wouldn’t have done so.
Nan Wan handed Shen Zhimei’s coat to Aunt Zhou and squatted beside Jiashu, smiling gently at him, "Auntie will tell you stories tonight. We’ll sleep in the same bed, and Barton can sleep beside you too."
Jiashu pursed his lips, trying hard to hold back tears. His eyes were wet as he looked at Shen Zhimei, speaking in a childish voice, "Mommy, you must remember to call Auntie."
Wanting to cry but not letting the tears fall, he looked extremely understanding. Aunt Zhou, standing by, felt her heart melt.
"Okay, I’ll call Auntie every night," Shen Zhimei patted her son’s head and kissed his forehead. She continued, "Auntie isn’t feeling well. You’re a boy, you can’t always cling to Auntie. You can sleep by yourself, right?"
Since Jiashu was born, he had hardly been apart from her, only occasionally staying with Nan Wan for two days, but she was also in Qing City.
Not to mention the child, even someone her age, being separated from her son for a few days, her eyes were filled with a sourness.
Jiashu sniffed and nodded obediently, "Mm."
No matter how unwilling, there was no choice. Nan Wan pulled Jiashu into her embrace and said to Shen Zhimei, "All right, you can go now. Drive safely." Google seaʀᴄh novel-fire.ɴet
Shen Zhimei also knew that she couldn’t drag this out, or she wouldn’t be able to leave.
She stood up, "When I come back, if my son has lost weight, I won’t let you off."
The words were directed at Nan Wan, but actually meant for Jiashu to hear.
The two understood each other so well that a single look conveyed everything. Nan Wan matched her playful disdain, "You’re so naggy," before turning to Jiashu with a kind smile, "Our Jiashu is so good, of course, he’ll eat well, right?"
Jiashu held onto Nan Wan’s neck and nodded.
Aunt Zhou, seeing all this, secretly thought to herself: Do these two twenty-somethings not feel heartache playing these tricks on a three-year-old baby?
Shen Zhimei put on her clothes and changed her shoes, and as she opened the door to leave, Mu Jin Huan happened to walk up the steps to the front of the door.
With a calm gaze, he glanced over at Shen Zhimei who stood at the front, then glanced at Jiashu’s face full of grievance, and finally settled his eyes on Nan Wan, holding the child. His brows furrowed slightly, but not noticeably.
His gaze returned to Shen Zhimei, and he asked, "Leaving without dinner?"
"No, I need to go back and pack," Shen Zhimei stepped out the door, making room, "I’ve been troubling you and Nan Wan these days."
Mu Jin Huan seemed indifferent, responding blandly, "No problem."
He closed the door, without changing his shoes, and went straight to Nan Wan. Taking Jiashu from her arms.
His expression was displeased, "Don’t you know your own condition?"
It’s not like he couldn’t walk, why carry him?
Nan Wan gazed dazedly at the man in front of her, dressed in a suit, taking a moment to react, "It wasn’t even a minute."
Jiashu wasn’t chubby; even if she was unwell, holding him for a while was no problem.
She must not become Lin...
Mu Jin Huan looked at the child in his arms and asked, "Have you washed your hands?"
Jiashu hugged his neck with one arm, tears still in his eyes, and slowly shook his head.