Xiaobao waited with eager eyes for three days, but his mother did not come to see him, and he was on the verge of crying.
Especially since his father’s look became more profound with each passing day, as if he was disgusted with Xiaobao’s incompetence, shattering the little guy’s heart into pieces.
On the fourth morning, he sat by the dining table, not even touching his favorite soup dumplings, slumping over the table listlessly.
He Jingyao glanced at him, "Otherwise, shall we call your mom?"
"No," he pouted, "Mom will definitely come to pick me up!"
He didn’t want to call her at all; if he begged his mom to come to pick him up, it would be like admitting defeat.
He wouldn’t admit defeat so easily!
But remembering how his mom had mentioned several times that he should stay with his dad... she might actually give him up for real.
At that thought, the little guy’s nose twitched, and he rubbed his eyes.
Seeing his son’s eyes getting red, He Jingyao felt both helpless and amused.
He picked up the little guy, let him sit on his lap, and touched his cheek, "Alright, daddy doesn’t despise you."
"Whimper..." he was tremendously heartbroken, "What if mom really doesn’t want me anymore?"
"That would only mean..." He Jingyao pondered for a moment, "that your mom loves me more than she loves you."
At his words, the little guy cried even harder, tears falling one by one.
"Whimper... Mom really doesn’t want me!" He cried with his little face turning beet red.
He Jingyao was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"I promise you, your mom will come to see you by tomorrow at the latest," he said, rubbing the little guy’s head, "Trust me, okay?"
Xiaobao managed to stop his tears but still sniffled: "Really?"
"Yes, really," He Jingyao wiped the tear streaks off his face.
He stopped talking, twisted his fingers for a while, and then suddenly blurted out, "Mom loves me the most, not you!"
He Jingyao laughed, "Yes, she loves you the most."
"Hmph..." the little guy regained his appetite, "I want to eat soup dumplings!"
After Xiaobao had breakfast, he thought his dad would take him to learn characters like the previous days, but today... he sneaked a peek and saw that his dad seemed to be deep in thought and didn’t even glance at him once. Twirling his eyes, he quietly hopped off the chair and sneaked out of the dining room...
He wasn’t caught by his dad! Success! He covered his mouth and giggled to himself, heading back to his room to play with his toys.
He Jingyao watched his son’s tiptoeing figure with a slight smile on the corners of his lips.
Let’s just let him off the hook today.
But thinking of Su Zixi...
He didn’t expect this woman could actually go so far.
Could she really bear to part with Xiaobao? Was she planning to give up on both him and the child?
At that moment, Uncle Li walked in, speaking softly, "Young Master, the old master is urging you to proceed with the paternity test for you and the young master..."
He Jingyao’s gaze cooled slightly, "Tell him there’s no need for that."
"But the old master doesn’t believe..."
"What he believes is none of my concern. Xiaobao is my son, not his. What I say goes!" He Jingyao’s tone brooked no argument, "Just convey my exact words to him."
Uncle Li was sweating profusely as he agreed.
These past few years, the relationship between the old master and the young master had become increasingly tense, and it was really tough being caught in the middle...
"Wait, Gu Bingjun is still in Yangdong City, right? Find a way to leak a message out," He Jingyao instructed further.