Did he get married at such a young age?!
He was a proud man—free as the wind and did not like to be subjected to any constraints. Marriage, to him, was just a formality, so how could he get married at such a young age?
Rong Xuan’s heart turned cold instantly!
Her initial unhappiness turned into a helpless loss and empty loneliness all of a sudden!
It was not as if she had not had relationships before. Some were short-lived while others lasted about two to three years. In fact, she had met all kinds of men, but none could let her experience the exuberance and naïve sweetness of her youthful first love.
First love?
Could he be considered her obscure first love?
Maybe it was just her wistful thinking!
She could feel her countenance, which was usually gracious, stiffening somewhat, and she tried her best to maintain a calm demeanor. She made a point to smile even though it looked forced.
“Brother Zhe, is this your son?”
Mu Yazhe raised his head at her question and hummed in acknowledgement; his cool expression revealed a doting, or even proud, affirmative smile. He took pride in his two,
lovely lads!
“Youyou, this is Auntie Xuanxuan.”
The younger lad finally turned his gaze on the stranger to acknowledge her after his father said that.
“Auntie Xuanxuan!” He greeted her like a gentleman. Despite the lovely smile on his face, though, he sounded impassive and unwilling.
He was not affectionate at all!
A child was always sensitive and he could tell that his mother did not like this stranger. No matter what, he would stand by his mother, so despite greeting the other woman as told, he maintained a cold reception to her.
The smile on the woman’s face faded and stiffened somewhat due to embarrassment.
The protagonist’s mood, though, was lifted by her son’s response!
He’s truly my son to take my side.
Her son’s apparent cold treatment of her rival warmed her heart!
This little boy has probably perceived that I don’t like this woman, so his attitude toward her is unfriendly, too.
Rong Xuan, however, was not discouraged, and in front of her first love, she naturally tried to get into the boy’s good graces. She attempted to get him to talk as she asked affectionately, “Your nickname is Youyou; am I right?”
“Yes.” The boy gave a simple reply and then pestered his mother to cut steak for him.
“Alright, alright… How can you have such a big appetite when you just woke up!” muttered his mother lovingly as she started to feed him after cutting the steak.
The boy opened his mouth wide, bit the meat with a loud ‘ah’ and, with his mouth bulging with food, uttered unintelligibly, “I’ll go foraging for food while my brother is still not up.”
“Is your brother still asleep?”
“Yes!”
The man told his son, “Get your brother out of bed, or he’ll ask for food again at night because he’s hungry.”
The younger one pouted but did not say anything more. He jumped down from his mother’s arm and ran into the room to wake his brother up.
It was such a loving family!
Taking in the harmonious scene, the visitor found herself to be superfluous!
She tried to break the awkwardness by saying with a smile, “How adorable! Don’t people usually say sons tend to resemble their mothers more? Youyou, however, is a carbon copy of your young self!”
