Fated to My Billionaire Husband Chapter 1567 My Name is Ruan Junchen

"Slap, slap—" Ruan Tianling struck him twice in quick succession.

"You jerk, you old fart, you stubborn old man! You hit once, I’ll give it back tenfold!" Ansel, the little boy, wailed angrily, completely losing his usual cool deanor.

Ruan Tianling gritted his teeth in fury. "You little punk, don’t forget who you’re talking to! I’m your dad! Do you even understand filial piety? Are you trying to defy all authority? Today, I’ll beat so sense into you! Let’s see if you still dare to dishonor your elders!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand high, a heavy slap almost ready to fall—

"Enough! Let go of the child imdiately!" Jian Yufei quickly grabbed his hand, stopping him from hitting the boy. "Ruan Tianling, Ansel is just a child. He’s not even five years old yet; what can he possibly understand? Let him go."

Ruan Tianling snorted coldly. "He’s already playing with guns, and you think he doesn’t understand anything? He’s more mature than so fifteen-year-old boys!"

"But he’s still a child. Maybe he knows a lot, but his mind is that of a little boy."

"Jian Yufei, you’re indulging him. Do you hear the things he said to ? You should help teach him a lesson!"

Jian Yufei let go of his hand, decisively pulling the child away from him.

She put Ansel down and helped him pull up his pants.

Raising her head, she calmly said, "He’s my child. I can’t bring myself to discipline him."

"What about ? You can bear to let him show off in front of ?"

Jian Yufei nodded. "I can."

Ruan Tianling felt like he was about to cough up blood...

"Mommy, he bullied first!" Ansel imdiately hugged Jian Yufei’s neck, tearfully complaining.

Jian Yufei tenderly kissed his cheek. "Yes, Mommy knows. Co on, let’s not bother with him. Let’s go eat sothing."

"Alright! But Mommy, my butt hurts."

"Mommy will carry you."

Jian Yufei lifted him up, and the little guy instantly gave Ruan Tianling a smug smile.

Ruan Tianling suddenly felt like he had raised a little devil.

"Ruan Junqi, you just wait. When we get ho, I’ll deal with you!" he threatened viciously before walking off in big strides.

"Mommy, I want to be called Ruan Junchen." Ansel quickly looked at Jian Yufei pitifully. "Can I be called Ruan Junchen instead?"

Jian Yufei hesitated, after all, she hadn’t even figured out if Ansel was the older brother or the younger one.

"Mommy, pleeease, I want to be called Ruan Junchen," the little boy pleaded, wrapping his hands around her neck in a spoiled tone.

What did it matter what he was called? The older brother didn’t necessarily have to be nad Ruan Junchen, and the younger brother didn’t necessarily have to be called Ruan Junqi. In any case, they were both her children.

"Fine, you’ll be Ruan Junchen," Jian Yufei smiled and gave in.

Ansel imdiately raised his arms, cheering. "Great! I’m Ruan Junchen! I’m the big brother! I’m the big brother!"

Jian Yufei chuckled. This child—being the big brother made him so excited?

...

"Uncle Awei, my Chinese na is Ruan Junchen. From now on, you can call Junchen. Don’t call Little Master anymore."

"Ah, alright, Junchen."

"Uncle Ahua, my Chinese na is Ruan Junchen..."

"Uncle at the helm, my Chinese na is Ruan Junchen..."

"Uncle chef, my Chinese na is Ruan Junchen..."

"Uncle..."

Within less than half an hour, Ansel’s small figure had run all over the yacht, solemnly announcing his Chinese na to everyone.

After completing this monuntal project, he tiredly walked back to the cabin and quickly poured himself a glass of water to drink.