In the past year, she hadn’t been by his side, so he probably wanted her to spend more time with him.
She tapped his nose with her finger and laughed, "I know my baby is the most understanding child, but you can’t always sleep with Mommy, you know. Look at Daddy, he never sleeps with Grandma. When people grow up, they need to be independent. You might not understand now, but you will after some time. Let’s talk about this when you’re a little older, okay?"
"But Daddy still sleeps with Mommy..." he muttered under his breath.
Rong Shaoze didn’t know when he had come in, but upon hearing this, he stepped forward to argue, "That’s because your Mom is my wife, and when you grow up, you’ll sleep with your wife too."
"What’s a wife?" he asked curiously.
Lin Xinlan didn’t know how to explain, but Rong Shaoze answered casually, "A man has a child with his wife; otherwise, where would you come from?"
Is this how he explains things to a child?
Lin Xinlan gave him a glare, and he raised his eyebrows, looking as if it were only natural.
Xiaocong nodded in realization, then asked somewhat conflictedly, "Can Xiaocong only sleep with his wife in the future?"
"Yes, you can only sleep with your wife. But you are still young; when you’re older, you’ll have a wife," the man told him as he lay down next to him, pulling the blanket over himself as well.
Lin Xinlan slapped his hand lightly and said speechlessly, "Don’t lead the child astray. He doesn’t understand these things, so let’s talk about it later."
He grabbed her hand and held it tight, chuckling, "He’s not that young anymore; I understood what a wife was when I was four. If I knew, my son can’t be ignorant either."
"Besides, this isn’t leading him astray. It’s good for him to understand early on."
She didn’t bother to argue with him anymore; no matter what she said, he always had a reason.
Xiaocong, feeling his dad beside him, suddenly became excited, "Daddy, are you going to sleep with us too?"
"Yes, Daddy hasn’t slept with you yet. Are you happy to have both Daddy and Mommy sleep with you?" Rong Shaoze asked with a smile.
He found that he was growing increasingly fond of his son.
The feeling of having a son was quite nice.
Even though there was a four-year gap between them, he didn’t feel any estrangement at all.
Apart from the initial helplessness, he had now fully accepted his son, as if they had never been apart.
"Happy!" he emphasized loudly, and proudly said, "The kids next door laughed at me for not having a dad, and I’m going to tell them I do. My dad is amazing and very rich too."
Lin Xinlan burst into laughter, "Who told you that your dad is very rich?"
Who would have thought, this guy was actually a little money-grubber.
Xiaocong chuckled, "Liangliang said his daddy has no money and won’t buy him planes, cars, or yummy food. But Daddy bought all these for me, so my dad is richer than his!"
This guy was too clever, deducing that Rong Shaoze was rich from just these things.
Worried he was too obsessed with wealth, Lin Xinlan instructed him, "When you’re with your friends, don’t compare who’s richer, okay? If you’re going to compare, compare who’s smarter, who’s more impressive. Daddy’s stuff is his own, not yours; you can’t use it to show off."
Xiaocong nodded understandingly, "Mommy, I got it."
Rong Shaoze pursed his lips, silent. Xiaocong’s words made him feel a pang of sadness.