With eyes wide open, he rounded his small mouth and looked at the other person.
Dong Huiying chuckled softly and affectionately pinched the child’s fair, rosy little face.
"Mother was really startled, our Wu Wang actually ca along too?"
Little Wuwang, bewildered, instinctively looked toward Old Lady Qin.
The old lady sat calmly, sipping tea.
It was already afternoon, and the sun in the sky was gradually moving westward.
The old lady, in sync with Dong Huiying’s words, said, "Alas, it’s my fault. I originally asked Qin Chun to go out and buy so pastries for , but who knew your mother would run into him? Now look what happened, she followed along... Wangwang, it’s your great-grandmother’s fault for getting us exposed."
Little Wuwang blinked.
Suddenly, with a childish voice, he called out "Mother," and then dived into Dong Huiying’s arms.
His small hands hugged his mother’s waist tightly, and his little head snuggled into her embrace.
"Mother, Wangwang missed you so much?"
Dong Huiying held the child tightly, patting his little head. "Great-grandmother said it was Wangwang’s idea, is that true?"
Little Wuwang’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, timidly giving Dong Huiying a glance, seeming very afraid of being scolded, yet he honestly admitted.
"Wangwang wanted to give you all a surprise. Mother, Uncle One, Uncle Two, Uncle Three, Uncle Four, Uncle Five... and Daddy too? Did they co along as well? Did they find out about Wangwang? Will they spank Wangwang?"
Dong Huiying burst into laughter.
"Don’t worry. Mother has decided—it’s better to share joy than to enjoy it alone. Mother will keep your secret, and then we’ll give them a ’surprise’ together, okay?"
Dong Huiying winked at Wu Wang, as if signifying that the two of them were in on the secret, planning to team up and trick his daddies!
Little Wuwang was montarily stunned, then pursed his small lips into a wide smile. He then wrapped his small arms around his mother’s neck tightly.
Little Wuwang was soft and cuddly, with a gentle nature that evoked affection.
However, parent-child ti is fleeting.
Suddenly ca a loud howl, as the neighboring room erupted with the cries of a little devil.
"Oh no!" The old lady slapped her thigh, nearly forgetting about that little rascal Xing Xing.
This kid must be hungry.
All day long, he alternated between eating and sleeping, just like a little piglet, with a hearty appetite. Whenever he cried, it usually ant sothing—either he was thirsty, hungry, or in need of a diaper change.
Dong Huiying chuckled again, and then with a gentle effort, lifted little Wuwang into her arms.
She carried little Wuwang to the neighboring room, where they saw Qin Chun, Old Lady Qin’s trusted aide, seemingly drawn by Little Star’s cries. Now holding Little Star from the crib, gently patting the child, as if comforting, singing a little tune.
Qin Chun rocked Little Star in her arms and suddenly saw Dong Huiying. Qin Chun froze, just like Old Lady Qin had earlier, with a look of shock, quite surprised. It was as if she had never expected to see Dong Huiying in the inn.
"Mother, put Wangwang down."
Held in Dong Huiying’s arms, little Wuwang acted all obediently, pointing to the ground.
Once put down by his mother, little Wuwang swiftly scampered with his little legs toward Qin Chun.
"Grandma Chun, brother is crying again. Let Wangwang hold him, Wangwang will comfort brother!"
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