Mo Liuxi pouted. “That’s true. If I were your father, I would have felt the same way.
Sighing, Yan Su asked, “Will you be joining us for dinner or not?”
Mo Liuxi grunted, his mood suddenly turning foul.
Five minutes later, Yan Jin came toddling out with his Peppa pig backpack.
Yan Su opened the car door and waved at him excitedly. Yan Jin’s eyes lit up, and he flashed them a brilliant smile, toddling along even faster now.
When he got to the car, he hopped onto the leather seats.
Before he could shout “sister,” he noticed a stranger sitting next to Yan Su. He was examining Mo Liuxi, a guy who was dressed just like the models in the magazines. Yan Jin was wary all of a sudden and jumped into Yan Su’s arms, “Ma, I missed you so much.”
Yan Su was startled.
Mo Liuxi’s eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. Ma? His face filled with questions.
He felt anger bubbling in his chest, and his head was dizzy.
“Yan Su, what do you mean by this? You didn’t tell me your son was around too.” Mo Liuxi was glaring. His anger felt like an eruption he couldn’t contain.
He had tried his best not to think about what happened in the past, but here she was with her son. What did she mean by this? Was she suggesting that he would need to accept the son she had with another man if they were to reconcile?
Yan Su made a face and looked him in the eye. “Silly! Can you please use your brain? Do you think I could have a son this age? He’s just a toddler! He can’t run yet.”
Mo Liuxi started to calm down. Yeah, well. Okay. She was right. Little Apple, who was much younger, couldn’t even walk yet.
Suddenly, he felt even worse than before. “You had a son even before this?”
His face was ghastly pale now. This was the maximum he could handle. He would go crazy if she had another son; he wasn’t confident to say that he wouldn’t strangle her to death there and then.
“Mo Liuxi, what’s wrong with you? How could you think that of me?” Yan Su felt anger welling up inside her. She grabbed a cushion behind her and threw it at his face, “This is my brother, dumbbell. All right?”
“But he’s calling you Ma,” Mo Liuxi shouted.
“Ma, he’s mean.” Yan Jin was snuggling deeper into her arms. Yan Su didn’t know whether to be angry or amused. She felt as if she were dealing with two children at the moment.
“Jin, I’m going to be angry if you keep this up.” Yan Su cupped his tiny face in her hands. “I’m going to call Ma and tell her that you don’t want her anymore.”
“No, no,” Yan Jin shook his head quickly. “There’s a saying that an older sister is like a mother. I’m not wrong in that sense.”
Yan Su sighed. She hadn’t seen her little brother in a while, and he had grown so much since then. He could say all these sophisticated things now, showing off his knowledge and everything.
“I believe you, I believe you now,” Mo Liuxi nodded his head suddenly. “Your son wouldn’t be as intelligent as he is.”
“…”
Pfft! What nerve! She wished she could just get out of the car. They hadn’t even arrived at the restaurant, and they were already bickering.
“Oh, really? Don’t regret what you said today,” Yan Su smirked.
Sensing the coolness in her voice, Mo Liuxi quickly added, “But your brother is adorable. I’m sure he’ll grow up to be a good-looking guy.”
He reached out and pinched Yan Jin’s cheeks.
Yan Jin dodged his hands and said, “Don’t touch me with your dirty pig feet.”
Mo Liuxi was astonished, “What did he just say?”
Yan Su was holding back a giggle now, “Jin, where did you learn that?”
