The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 870: Much More Likable Than Li Mochan (Part 3)

Chapter 870: Chapter 870: Much More Likable Than Li Mochan (Part 3)

Ji Mingqian scoffed and ignored him, turning to Xiaobai, "Xiaobai, is it okay if Uncle Ji stays at your place?"

Xiaobai gnawed on a chicken leg, looking confusedly between his daddy and Ji Mingqian.

He nodded in a state of bewilderment, "Okay."

Ji Mingqian almost burst into tears; it felt like his affection for him was not in vain.

He cast Li Mochan a sideways glance, his eyes full of provocation.

Li Mochan’s expression remained indifferent; Asheng was right, it’s just immature.

After dinner, Ji Mingqian followed Ye Jiuliang’s family of three back home.

He had been to Mo Garden more than once or twice, and he casually found the guest room he had stayed in before and swaggered in.

Having slept a long time on the plane, he couldn’t fall asleep for the moment, so he started unpacking his suitcase.

"Uncle Ji."

Suddenly, Xiaobai’s voice came from the corridor. Just as Ji Mingqian was about to respond, the little guy dashed in barefoot.

His shirt was missing, he was just wearing shorts, and his hair was damp, clearly having just taken a bath.

Ji Mingqian hadn’t reacted yet when Xiaobai had already darted to his side.

"Li Wuli."

A low voice came from afar, scaring Xiaobai into hiding in Ji Mingqian’s arms.

Ji Mingqian was puzzled, "..."

What’s going on?

Steady footsteps came closer, and Ji Mingqian looked up to see Li Mochan at the door, holding clothes and a towel.

He walked into the room and saw Xiaobai hiding in Ji Mingqian’s arms and spoke in a slightly low voice, "Li Wuli, if you don’t come and put your clothes on now, you won’t be allowed to play with the motorcycles today."

Xiaobai pouted and stepped out of Ji Mingqian’s arms, obediently walking over.

"Daddy." He rubbed his little hands, lacking confidence now after causing trouble.

Li Mochan squatted, pulling him in front, and helped him put on his clothes, his voice deep, "Didn’t I tell you to sit quietly on the chair? Why did you break the vase?"

"Was hugging Erbao, Erbao ran away." Feeling guilty, Xiaobai replied quietly.

"You." Li Mochan flicked his forehead lightly with his long fingers, "Next time, don’t use your hands to touch the fragments, understand?"

Xiaobai nodded obediently.

Once he’d dressed him, Li Mochan placed a towel on his head, gently rubbing his hair dry.

After a few casual wipes, Li Mochan stood up, "Go find Uncle Ji to play."

Hearing this, Ji Mingqian glanced at him disdainfully; only now did he remember him.

Handing Xiaobai over to Ji Mingqian to look after him, Li Mochan turned and left the room.

Xiaobai ran to Ji Mingqian’s feet, tugged at his clothes with his little chubby hands, "Uncle Ji, play motorcycles with me."

Ji Mingqian looked down at the little one at his feet and suddenly thought of something, reaching out to lift Xiaobai.

"Xiaobai, Uncle Ji wants to ask, what else did your Uncle say about Uncle Ji?"

Even though he wasn’t pleased with what he heard at Jiangyue Restaurant earlier, the more upset he was, the more curious he became about what else was said.

"Is Uncle Ji not angry anymore?" Xiaobai stared at him with clear eyes.

Ji Mingqian gave a gentle smile, "Not angry."

"Uncle said Uncle Ji’s movies are really good." Xiaobai furrowed his brows, trying hard to recall.

Upon hearing this, Ji Mingqian’s mood improved a bit.

At least he had a bit of conscience; he knew how to compliment him.

"And what else?"

"The sugar-coated haws Uncle Ji buys are the best to eat."

The curve at the corner of his mouth gradually became pronounced, "And?"

Xiaobai shook his head, naïve, "Xiaobai can’t remember."

Ji Mingqian was left speechless—how could he not remember?

He gently coaxed, "Xiaobai, in the future, whatever your Uncle says about Uncle Ji, remember it well and tell Uncle Ji, alright?"

"Why?" Xiaobai was full of questions.

"No reason, just that if Xiaobai listens to Uncle Ji, Uncle Ji will buy Xiaobai lots and lots of motorcycles."

"Hmm... okay then." Xiaobai nodded with a smile.

In front of the little one, with motorcycles, anything was negotiable.

Ji Mingqian smiled contentedly, "Such a good boy."

Though he resembles Li Mochan in appearance, he’s much more adorable than Li Mochan.

...

M Nation.

In the evening, the sunset glowed richly.

When Jiang Yisheng woke up, it was already dark.

After a busy concert schedule had just ended, he fell asleep right after returning home without even bothering with dinner.

Once all washed up and just about to dry his hair, a sudden knock on the door echoed.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Jiang Yisheng put down the hairdryer and slowly walked over to open the door.

A captivating aroma wafted in, and his stomach, which hadn’t felt hungry, suddenly let out a small growl.

"I knew you’d be hungry, hurry and eat." Veya gently laughed, carrying a tray into the room.

"Mom, let me take it." Jiang Yisheng reached for the tray, and staring at the steaming noodles in the bowl, his appetite was suddenly piqued.

Placing the tray on the table, he grabbed the chopsticks and dug in.

Seeing him devour the food, Veya softly said, "Slow down, there’s more in the kitchen if you’re still hungry."

Sitting across him, she studied him closely, noticing his chin had become sharp from weight loss, and couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache.

She couldn’t resist nagging, "Look how skinny you’ve gotten. I’ve told you to take care of yourself while away, and you just treat my words like wind passing your ear."

Jiang Yisheng took a sip of soup, meeting her concerned gaze, he replied with a smile, "I’m not thin, Mom, no matter how much I eat, I won’t gain weight, you know that."

"Deny it all you want, any slimmer and you’ll become a paper-thin person." Veya huffed.

"Now that the concert is over, you’ll stay home obediently for a while, and eat three meals a day plenty."

He definitely hadn’t listened to her and eaten on time amidst the concert rush, and she knew he often just ate a few bites to get by.

Jiang Yisheng couldn’t help but laugh, joking, "Mom, are you planning to fatten me up like a pig?"

"Stop with those smart remarks." Veya gave him a sidelong glance, "You just can never put me at ease."

"Mom, when will my cousin and them come back? I haven’t seen Xiaobai in ages, I even brought him a gift." Slurping a mouthful, quickly finishing more than half of the noodles, Jiang Yisheng casually asked.

"Asheng, you really like Xiaobai?" Veya’s eyes dimmed slightly as she discreetly brought up the topic.

Jiang Yisheng drew his lips up, "Xiaobai is so good, so smart, of course, he’s likable."

In a roundabout way, Veya still led to the main point, "Have you ever thought about finding a girlfriend soon, maybe after you get married, you’ll have your own child?"

Jiang Yisheng’s chopsticks paused, his expression frozen.

The atmosphere suddenly turned heavy, silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Veya watched his expression, feeling uncertain.

In these three years, she rarely brought up this subject with him. Three years was long enough; certain things should have been let go by now.