Chapter 1226: Chapter 1228: Fake Son_1
Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an exchanged glances and then followed into the house.
"Lele, go and greet Uncle Shaoling." Mu Shaoling was older than Ye Zi’an, so he should be addressed as an uncle.
Lele glanced at his parents and then at Mu Shaoling, who was holding his younger brother in his arms, and toddled over, "Hello, Uncle!"
Mu Shaoling patted his head and took out a jade pendant from his robes, placing it in Lele’s hand, "What a good boy you are, much better behaved than your father. Your dad has never once called me ’brother.’ This is from your uncle, have fun playing with it."
Upon hearing this, Ye Zi’an’s mouth twitched, and he looked up at the beams as if he had heard nothing.
Lele looked at the jade pendant in his hand, then at Yang Chuxia. Seeing Yang Chuxia nod, he said, "Thank you, Uncle."
"No need to thank me, indeed, you have much better manners than your dad."
Ye Zi’an, who was constantly being compared, finally spoke up, "His manners are all taught by his father."
"Haha..." Mu Shaoling chuckled coldly in response, then took out another jade pendant and put it on Yangyang, who was more bold with his thanks, planting a kiss directly on Mu Shaoling’s handsome face.
All of a sudden, Mu Shaoling was embarrassed.
Touching the saliva still on his face, he felt a bit frustrated. Actually, Mu Shaoling was a bit of a clean freak, as most physicians tend to be.
He wanted to say something but, meeting the beaming Yangyang, couldn’t bring himself to say a word.
"You’re pretty, you’re pretty." Yangyang complimented him once again.
Standing nearby, Yang Chuxia felt somewhat embarrassed. Why did the kid leave slobber all over his face, as if he was drooling over a beauty?
Seeing that Yangyang was about to stretch out his little hand to touch Mu Shaoling’s face again, Yang Chuxia quickly scooped him up, "Yangyang, Uncle Shaoling is tired from the journey. You’re so big now, you can’t let uncle carry you anymore. And you’re so chubby, Uncle will get tired holding you."
Yangyang, who was held by her, initially kicked and struggled but, upon hearing his mother say he was chubby, he was dumbfounded.
"I’m chubby? I’m chubby?" He could hardly believe what he had heard. True, there may be many things that Yangyang didn’t understand, but when it came to beauty and ugliness, he was rapidly learning.
In matters of beauty, he was not to be underestimated.
Chubby he understood. In his mind, chubby and ugly meant the same thing.
Thus, he pouted. As soon as Yang Chuxia put him down, he stared and burrowed into his daddy’s embrace, refusing to look up again.
"Did you give birth to a fake son?" Mu Shaoling, having watched the whole process, nearly burst out laughing.
Ye Zi’an stroked his son’s soft hair, somewhat helpless, "I sometimes wonder if he should have been a girl."
"..." Bewildered by this, Yangyang looked at his daddy and after a while, said, "Daddy is pretty too! Daddy is pretty too!"
The room erupted into hearty laughter.
Unable to bear listening to her silly son playing cute any longer, Yang Chuxia exchanged a few words with Mu Shaoling and went to instruct the kitchen to prepare a lavish dinner, including some special dishes from Mianyang.
The Commandery Princess Dongyang, Luo Linyu, and Yang Xiayun did not return until evening time.
The three of them chattered all the way, with Yang Xiayun visibly angry, "That brat, I’ll sort him out every time I see him from now on."
"Exactly, that thing, just because he has the looks of a pretty boy, he thinks he can conquer the world. I haven’t even had my fill of beating him up."
"You two are so right. Next time we meet someone like that, it won’t be enough to just beat him up once, we have to do it multiple times."