Gan Tang shook his head, "I want some water."
Gan Yuan hurriedly took a bottle of mineral water, twisted off the cap, and brought it to his lips, as the little guy leaned against Huangfu Jue’s chest, holding the bottle and drinking.
After all the commotion, his throat was so parched it was almost smoking, and as soon as the water touched his lips, he started to gulp it down eagerly.
Seeing his urgent manner, Gan Yuan and Huangfu Jue smiled and spoke at the same time.
After drinking half of the bottle, the little guy finally put down the water bottle and took a long breath.
Noticing the droplets of water on his chin, Gan Yuan raised her hand to wipe them, but as she reached out, she merely touched the fingertips of Huangfu Jue’s raised hand—their actions almost perfectly in sync.
She withdrew her fingers, and Huangfu Jue seriously wiped the water droplets off the little guy’s chin, passed the bottle to Gan Yuan, and then pulled back his hands to wrap the little guy in his arms again.
With one hand holding him, he patted the little guy’s back with his other hand in a somewhat awkward but comforting gesture.
It was the first time he comforted such a small child, and while his large arms and hands moved somewhat stiffly, his patting was done with earnest focus.
Glancing at his arm position, Gan Yuan hesitated for a moment before finally reaching over, gently pressing down on the elbow of his propped-up right arm—this way, he could hold the child more comfortably and effortlessly, and Gan Tang could be a bit more at ease.
The car drove back into the city, and the chauffeur took them straight to the hospital that Will had arranged.
Huangfu Jue and Gan Yuan took the little guy to the emergency room together, explained the situation to the doctor who then conducted a thorough examination. Apart from some friction wounds on his little feet and arms, there were no other injuries on the little guy.
Nearing the end of the examination, the little one’s stomach began rumbling loudly. Knowing he was hungry, Huangfu Jue immediately took him and Gan Yuan to the closest restaurant for a meal.
He had the little guy sit on his lap, holding the bowl himself.
"Come on, Uncle will feed Xiaotang!"
Gan Yuan reached out to take the bowl,
"You eat yours." The man dodged her hand and used chopsticks to bring the rice to Gan Tang’s mouth, "Good boy, open up."
His gaze fell on Huangfu Jue’s face, then moved down to look at the vegetables held by the chopsticks. The little guy pursed his lips and then opened his mouth wide, eating all the greens he usually didn’t like in one bite.
This was the first time he could eat food fed to him by his dad.
Although it had been a long time since anyone had fed him, this time, he wanted to be a little spoiled.
Sitting beside them, watching the little guy chew enthusiastically, Gan Yuan heaved a sigh in her heart.
If this child knew that the man before him was his biological father, he would surely be very happy, right?
At that thought, her heart ached like it was being cut.
"Hurry up and eat, or the food will get cold."
The man’s gentle voice sounded, and she snapped back to reality, silently picking up her own bowl and eating the rice in small bites.
"Which dish do you want?"
"Okay," Huangfu Jue lovingly agreed, reaching out with his chopsticks to pick the biggest shrimp from the plate and placed it into Gan Yuan’s bowl, "The biggest one for Xiaotang."
"The biggest one for Mommy," the little guy corrected.
"Alright, Xiaotang’s wish is my command. The biggest one for Mommy, the second-biggest for Xiaotang."
The father and son chatted while eating, and the joy in the little guy’s voice was clear—he was clearly enjoying the moment.