But he needed to figure out if going back would be too much of a shock for his mother—she was currently unwell. What if she couldn’t handle seeing so many strangers?
Ou Xiaobao felt he should ask his father for advice!
As he was pondering this, the bedroom door finally "clicked" open. Ou Xiaobao immediately turned his head to see his father, who had changed into a fresh set of clothes, carrying his mother out.
"Dad, you’ve finally come out. Grandpa is asking whether we should go back for the New Year," he said.
Seeing his parents emerge, the little child immediately clambered off the sofa with his short arms and legs and ran over.
Ou Mucen, holding the woman in his arms, saw his son coming and placed her into the wheelchair, then wheeled it over: "Go home for the New Year? Why?"
"Why not go home for the New Year? You rascal, don’t you want to introduce your wife and child to everyone? After all, you’re now the head of the Ou family."
The elderly man’s anger flared up again at his grandson’s nonsensical question!
Ou Mucen understood and asked, "So you mean there are ten days left?"
Today was already the 20th of the twelfth lunar month, and with ten days to go until New Year’s Eve, of course, it would be ten days.
Ou Mucen stood there, pondering for a moment...
Bringing them—mother and child—back for the New Year, letting all relatives and friends of the Ou family know about his wife and children, indeed seemed like a good suggestion. He hadn’t held a wedding ceremony with her yet, and announcing her identity in this way was the most appropriate.
So he nodded in agreement!
Seeing his dad agreeing, Xiaobao was delighted, clapping his little hands and moving towards his mom to share the good news.
But as he approached, he saw that his mother’s face was all red and her breathing seemed a bit labored. He froze, "Mom, what’s wrong? Why is your face so red?"
Ou Mucen came over, grabbed the back of his collar and lifted him into the bathroom: "What time is it? Time to eat, go wash your hands!"
Just wash then, no need to be so fierce.
Little Baozi found himself deposited in the bathroom, his face puffing up with indignation...
Ye Ning, nerves on edge, saw the child leave and finally let out a sigh of relief, then hurriedly made her way to the dining table, still with a flushed face.
The incident that had occurred in the bedroom, though she was still quite confused about it, felt like something that shouldn’t be known by others—it would be embarrassing, especially in front of the child and the old master.
Fortunately, the old man seemed to be tactful. Seeing her nervousness, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he waited for Sister Wang to finish setting the dishes before Ou Mucen joined them, and then he took his seat: "Xiaoning, how have you been feeling lately? Any better?"
The moment Ye Ning heard him, her freshly calmed face tensed up again: "Much better, I’ve recognized a lot of things."
"That’s good. When you have time, you should visit dad more often. I can teach you," he offered.
"Sure, when should I visit?"
Ou Mucen, sitting beside her and serving food to the child, almost jerked at the words, nearly dropping the bowl to the floor.