Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Su Yue cursed and swore before sitting up unwillingly. She got off the bed to open the door.
She was wearing the same pajamas as Xiaojiao. It was loose and it made her look even more petite.
Her waist-long hair was in a mess, and she dragged her feet across the room. She yawned and scratched her head.
In doing so, she made her hair even more tangled.
She opened the door and her eyes popped wide open when she saw the visitors.
She was jolted awake instantly.
“You…” Su Yue stared at the tall man and the young boy with her mouth wide open.
“Mommy!”
His voice rang like a curse and it seemed to scorch Su Yue’s ears. Her body immediately jerked.
“I think your brain concussion isn’t serious enough! If you call me that again, I will seal your mouth with tape!”
Su Yue pointed at the grinning Ming Beichen and warned sternly. Then her eyes darted to Ming Ansheng.
She asked, “Why are you here?”
She looked as if she didn’t plan on inviting them in.
Without waiting for Ming Ansheng to reply, Beibei interjected, “Mommy, we are going back today. So we came here to inform you.”
The way he addressed Su Yue as mommy sounded casual and intimate.
Su Yue blushed and she felt awkward to correct him in front of Ming Ansheng. What she could do now was to chase them away.
She knitted her eyebrows as she glanced at Beibei. “I got it. Have a safe trip.”
“Mommy, I need my bag,” said Beibei airily. He walked past Su Yue and entered the house.
He went directly to the shoe cabinet to change into slippers, acting as though this was his house.
He glanced at Ming Ansheng and beckoned to him. “Daddy, come in! Why are you still outside?”
Su Yue was speechless…
She clenched her fists and suppressed a crazy urge to hit little Young Master Ming.
Ming Ansheng nodded. “Okay.”
He entered without her invitation and strode smoothly past her.
And so, the father and son freely entered her house.
Su Yue frowned and she was frustrated. But they were planning to leave today, so they must have gotten their air tickets.
They wouldn’t stay too long, and so she said nothing.
Ming Ansheng’s eyes wandered around, taking in everything in the modern- and elegant-looking living room. Xiaojiao’s photos were everywhere.
He was attracted to a wall filled with Xiaojiao’s photos in the past three to four years.
From the day she was born, a hundred days, one-year-old, two-years-old…
Ming Ansheng raised his head and fondly gazed at the photos. He extended his hand towards a photo of Xiaojiao in her diapers.
The lass was still a tiny baby, but she looked healthy and chubby.
He pressed his lips and his shrewd-looking eyes glimmered with tears.
Excitement, regret, and guilt.
What had he missed?
Su Yue came out with a glass of water for Ming Ansheng. She still had to extend basic courtesy to her guests.
She turned around and saw Ming Ansheng staring intently at the photo wall. She halted in her tracks, looking stunned.
“Mommy, I’m going back to school,” yelled Beibei suddenly.
He slung his bag over his shoulders and grinned cheekily. “I will study hard and bring glory to you and Daddy.”
