Huangfu Jue held up a shrimp, speaking to Gan Tang, but his gaze slid sideways, observing her face.
"Xiaotang, I’m sure your mom never told you that actually, she and I..."
Gan Yuan’s mouth snapped open, and she bit down on his finger.
As she bit down hard, her eyes slanted across his face, her intent to threaten quite clear.
You little brat, if you dare to continue, she would bite his finger off.
The little guy pressed on.
Fearing that Huangfu Jue would say something more, Gan Yuan quickly released his finger and swallowed the shrimp in her mouth without delay.
"Uncle Huangfu just wanted to say that your mommy has some serious matters to discuss with him tonight, so... after we eat, let Will take you home first, okay?"
Upon hearing this, the little guy immediately stood up from his chair.
"I will go now. I’m already full."
It was not easy for mommy to agree to spend time alone with Uncle Huangfu; of course, he couldn’t stay and be a third wheel.
Did this little critter really want to hand her over to Huangfu Jue that badly?
Gan Yuan muttered inwardly and reached for a glass.
"Drink some water before leaving, and remember to eat some fruit when you get back. Mommy already cut it for you."
The little guy nodded.
Gan Yuan took his little hand and stood up to bring him to Will, who was sitting not far away, asking him to take Xiaotang home first.
Where would Will refuse? He immediately stood up and walked toward the door with the little guy.
Lifting his hand to wave at Huangfu Jue, the little guy didn’t forget to wink at him, then brought his fingers together to make a fist, gesturing encouragement.
Seeing his son’s thoughtful action, Huangfu Jue’s lips gently lifted in understanding as he nodded from afar.
Witnessing their interaction, Gan Yuan’s confusion grew.
What on earth did this jackass do to win over Gan Tang, helping him ?
As she watched Will walk away with Gan Tang, she immediately asked, "What did you do to him?"
Huangfu Jue simply shrugged his shoulders, "Nothing at all."
It was Will who told the child the truth, not him.
"Then why is he helping you like that?" Gan Yuan pressed.
The man smiled, "Because he is my son."
Gan Yuan rolled her eyes at him.
Catching the blush rising on her face and remembering the scene from that day, desire began to stir within Huangfu Jue as well.
Gan Yuan glanced out of the window.
"It’s too noisy here, let’s find another place to talk!"
"How about my place?"
She didn’t refuse. He wouldn’t carry the hard drive on his person, and he had been here these past days without leaving, so the hard drive should be in his suite.
The two paid their bill and left the restaurant.
The food street was now brightly lit, with pedestrians and diners bustling about in numbers far exceeding those of the afternoon.
Seeing a bicycle charging diagonally from behind, Huangfu Jue reached out to pull Gan Yuan to his side.
Caught off guard, she stumbled into his arms, looking at the bicycle that whizzed past her side. She quickly straightened up.
Her right hand, already seized in his firm grasp.
She tried to pull her fingers away, but he deftly separated them, interlocking them with his, holding on tight.
Unable to withdraw, she closed her fingers, her nails digging forcefully into the back of his hand.
It hurt where she pinched, yet he simply held on without releasing her.
This time, no matter how tough or painful, he would not let go again!