A pair of father and son so perfect it’s enough to drive anyone crazy with envy!
The people who followed them downstairs were dazzled, sneakily taking out their phones to snap pictures. They began to discuss, "Oh my gosh, look at that dad and BABY, they’re both so handsome and gorgeous."
"Yeah, how can there be such good genes in this world?"
"And who knows what kind of woman? What stroke of luck to have such a charming husband and such a handsome and adorable son."
"It’s really defying the heavens!"
As they walked, the gazes that gathered around them never stopped.
Ou Mucen was fine with it, used to being the center of attention. But Xiaobao, whom he held by the hand, was not accustomed to such a scene. Seeing all these people looking over at him and taking photos with their phones, he lifted his little head to look up at Uncle Bingshan, "Uncle, aren’t you going to explain to them?"
"Explain that I’m not your son. Otherwise, if we appear on the news, it could affect your marriage prospects."
Where on earth did he learn all this nonsense?
Ou Mucen’s eyes twitched fiercely for a while before he finally looked down at Little Baozi who wasn’t even as tall as his own legs, "Is this what your mom teaches you at home?"
Ye Xiaobao was taken aback, "No, why would you say that, Uncle?"
"Then why else would a four-year-old kid know about these things? Shouldn’t a little brat like you be watching cartoons or something?"
As if you watch cartoons!
The miffed Little Baozi being led by the hand puffed up his cheeks in displeasure, "Uncle, even though I’m only four years old, don’t treat me like a child, okay? I am a man, and a man is supposed to protect women. What’s the use of watching cartoons all the time?"
He had never anticipated that a man who was invincible in the business world could be so utterly speechless by a four-year-old Little Baozi, to the point where he couldn’t get a single word out. If this got out, truly, no one would believe it.
In the end, Ou Mucen ended up carrying the troublesome kid out. He really couldn’t stand his chatter for another second.
Once he put him in the car, he didn’t even ask what the kid wanted to eat. He just drove straight to a nearby Western restaurant.
Kids should like Western food, right?
He remembered his little nephew from his aunt’s side, who always insisted on eating pizza whenever he came to Blue Mountain Villa.
At the Western restaurant, the waitstaff, believing they were father and son, kindly arranged a comfortable spot for them, "Sir, does your baby need a high chair brought over?"
Ou Mucen glanced at Little Baozi, who was seated by him, and with a bit of awkwardness, finally explained, "He’s not my child."
"How can he not be? Daddy, how can you say that? Are you not wanting me as your son just because I didn’t listen?"
Unexpectedly, after his explanation, the little brat that he had seated in the chair immediately started calling him daddy, and even put on an extremely hurt expression.
Ou Mucen’s hand holding the menu stiffened, and his eyes narrowed, glaring at the little rascal.
But the little rascal?
After the waitress who took their order walked away, Xiaobao waved his plump little arm towards his back, "Uncle, look, they have a special today, the family set meal is discounted. If I call you daddy, you can save a lot of money."