Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
He Xiyan gave her a few simple instructions and Wang Lan nodded expressionlessly.
She didn’t seem to like being ordered around.
Yuan Yuan waved his arms happily in the pram and would occasionally clap his hands together while he would look around curiously, a picture of excitement.
Yang Mingyu’s gaze never left the door to the living room and he stood up the moment he heard footsteps.
Soon, he saw both mother and son and also noticed how excited the baby was in the pram.
He walked over and looked closely at the child in the pram. The moment he saw the child, his eyes widened in shock.
The child looked so much like Mo Yixuan and he was almost an exact copy of his father, especially his eyes that were like black jade. Their eyes were almost exactly the same.
“He is…” Yang Mingyu turned to look at He Xiyan, the shock in his face still evident.
He Xiyan pursed her lips together to form a small smile.
“He is Yuan Yuan.”
Yang Mingyu immediately bent down and reached out to stroke the child’s face.
This was such a beautiful baby, all rosy and fair and very likable. He even hoped that his own child in the future would be so beautiful.
Yuan Yuan’s eyes roved around and his tiny hands curled into fists. He looked first at his mother, then at the man in front of him, looking both fearful and nervous because this man was a stranger to him.
“Ma ma…” Yuan Yuan turned to look at his mother and stretched out his hand toward her, wanting to be carried.
He Xiyan saw that her child was a little afraid of strangers, so she bent down and stroked his face. Then, she pointed at Yang Mingyu and said with a smile, “Yuan Yuan, this is Uncle Yang, call him uncle…”
Yuan Yuan frowned and his gaze moved to the tall man in front of him again. It was a while before he finally said in a small voice, “Unca, unca…”
His pronunciation was a little strange but he had mentally practiced this word a few times before he said it.
Yang Mingyu beamed and couldn’t help but drop a kiss on the child’s cheek.
The child was extremely cute and he could even talk despite his young age.
“Come, Yuan Yuan, let me hold you,” Yang Mingyu stretched out his arms toward the child.
Yuan Yuan shrank back in fear and quickly stuffed his hands behind his back as though he was frightened of Yang Mingyu. He turned to look at his mother once more.
He Xiyan stroked his head and said, “It’s alright, babe. Let him hold you.”
Yuan Yuan slowly reached out his small hands toward the strange uncle but his eyes that were as big as black grapes had widened, as though he was glaring at Yang Mingyu.
Yang Mingyu excitedly carried him out of the pram.
“He’s probably about 10 months old, right?” He turned to look at He Xiyan.
He Xiyan nodded and gestured for him to sit.
“I didn’t expect Yixuan’s son to be so big by this time. And he’s also really good-looking,” Yang Mingyu settled Yuan Yuan down on his lap and continued to play with the child. Unfortunately, Yuan Yuan was still very wary of him so he didn’t entertain Yang Mingyu’s advances. He only allowed that uncle to hold him.
Yang Mingyu thought that if Yixuan knew that he had such a beautiful and clever son who was already so big, he would definitely not be living in despair and hopelessness like he was right now. Yixuan might even be full of energy and passionate about work.