"I certainly don’t want to fall in love," the little one immediately pouted, "Girls who cry and are petty, so troublesome."
He was taken aback, then burst out laughing. His son was truly his spitting image, holding the very ideas he’d held in the past.
"No!" His gaze shifted from his own face to Gan Yuan’s, Huangfu Jue spoke with a smile, "Some girls don’t cry or act petty, they only make you never want to let go."
"Is there such a girl?"
The little one followed his gaze and found it resting upon his mother’s face, smiling in turn.
"Mummy? She’s a woman, not a girl."
Huangfu Jue arched an eyebrow.
The little rascal could actually differentiate between "a woman" and "a girl"?!
By now, the Gan Yuan on the pillow had also awakened from her slumber, opened her eyes, and looked at the two males, one big, one little, beside her, smiling with her eyes half closed.
"I vaguely heard you guys discussing women; are you talking about me?"
Just as Huangfu Jue was about to speak, Gan Tang’s voice rang out.
"That’s our men’s secret!"
Gan Yuan laughed, kissing his forehead and reaching out to pinch his little cheek.
"All right, little man, it’s time to get up, have something to eat, and then we need to go to the hospital for another treatment."
The little one sprang up and took the clothes she passed to him, dressing himself.
Gan Yuan also sat up to get out of bed, but as she was halfway up, an arm caught her, and she turned to Huangfu Jue with a puzzled expression.
The man slightly raised his eyebrow, his voice soft but laced with a mischievous charm.
Huangfu Jue raised a finger to point at his own face; his son had received a good morning kiss, but he had not.
Only then did Gan Yuan realize what he was hinting at.
At the side, the little one laughed out softly, quickly pulling up his pants and slipping off the big bed barefoot.
"I’m going to the bathroom!"
"Wear shoes, don’t catch a cold!"
She busied herself with reminding him.
The little one slipped on his shoes and ran into the washroom, shutting the door behind him.
She turned to look over, only to find Huangfu Jue still maintaining the same posture.
That attitude was clearly saying, if he didn’t get what he wanted, he would stay in bed forever.
The man raised his brow, appearing to smile as he watched her.
That’s the kind of person he was; never giving up until he got what he wanted.
Rolling her eyes at him, Gan Yuan turned to his side and gave his cheek a light, swift kiss.
"Now, may I get out of bed?"
Just as she was about to rise, his arm moved to press down on her shoulder, she fell back onto the pillow and before she could react, she was pulled into his embrace.
He gently pressed a kiss to her left forehead and formally spoke.
"Good morning!" he looked up, gazing sincerely into her eyes, "This is to make up for six years ago."
But the man had already lowered his head and kissed her right cheek.
The touch was gentle, but it felt like a kiss on her heart, filling her chest with a burst of tender emotion in an instant.
"This is for today. Ayuan..." he called her name affectionately, "Good morning!"
These six years, he owed her too much.
Starting today, he planned to make up for the six years he owed her and Xiaotang, one by one.
He would repay them double... tenfold, a hundredfold to her and her son.
Gazing into Huangfu’s deep blue eyes, Gan Yuan wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek.
"My dear... good morning!"
This sentence, too, she had owed him for six years.