Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Xiaojiao ran over and placed her hands on Yan Rusen’s thighs and tried to clamber onto him.
Su Yue saw this and shouted, “Su Xiaojiao, come back now.”
But Xiaojiao was having a fun time playing catch and hide and seek with Su Yue. Of course, she didn’t listen to her.
She clutched Yan Rusen’s clothes and tried to climb onto him, but to no avail.
“You want to climb up?” Yan Rusen suddenly looked down and smiled when he saw her cute face.
Xiaojiao looked up and smiled sweetly. “Yes.”
Yan Rusen pinched her chubby cheeks and said in a gentle voice, “Call me First Uncle and I’ll carry you up.”
It shocked Xuxu and Mu Li when they heard it.
They looked at him and saw that his smile towards Xiaojiao was genuine.
Xuxu instinctively leaned against Yan Rusheng’s shoulder, and her lips curled upward.
“First Uncle.”
Her voice was sweet like honey.
Yan Rusen’s wife couldn’t help but rub her head and said, “Call me First Aunt, too.”
“First Aunt.”
Su Xiaojiao was the best at sweet-talking.
Anyone’s heart would melt at the sight of her.
Yan Rusen carried her onto his lap. Then he pointed at the dishes on the table and asked, “What do you want to eat? First Uncle will get it for you.”
Xiaojiao had already eaten her fill at the previous table, so she was uninterested in food now.
Her gaze locked onto Yan Rusen’s drink. She extended her chubby hands and picked the glass up in one smooth motion.
Su Yue reminded, “Xiaojiao, don’t drink too many cold drinks.”
The little one had a weak immune system and fell sick easily, so Su Yue didn’t dare to give her too many chilled drinks.
Yan Rusen lifted his head and smiled at Su Yue. “A little won’t hurt.”
His smile was gentle and friendly.
Su Yue gave in, and she had a weird sense of familiarity and reverence for him.
She pursed her lips and looked down, gulping down her drink.
Yan Weiye was the happiest man in the room.
It overjoyed him to see Yan Rusen hugging Xiaojiao, his granddaughter. He lifted his wineglass and said to Yan Weihong, “Second Yan, we haven’t drunk in a long time.”
Mu Li frowned and said to him, “Older Brother, Weihong can’t drink.”
“A little won’t hurt.” Yan Weihong glanced at Mu Li and lifted his glass, clanking his gently with Yan Weiye’s.
They each took a sip.
Today was a joyous occasion filled with a string of pleasant surprises.
The atmosphere livened.
Mu Li felt an indescribable sense of comfort, happiness, and satisfaction. Today was her son’s big day—or more like her son and daughter’s big day. Xuxu was like her biological daughter. She grew up in their family, so she had watched her mature into the woman that she was today.
She glanced across the table and regretfully said, “A pity that Jiao Chen couldn’t make it. Otherwise, it would be perfect.”
Although Yan Runan and his wife couldn’t make it, they had sent them their blessings.
