Because An Xiang Ranâs parents died prematurely, whether it be the senior or the current chief of the An House, both adults would pamper this peachy boy to the point of calling it spoiled. Therefore, it didnât take much at all for the grandpa to nod happily in agreement: âOkay, okay, the Dragon Fruit is yours my child. Zhen Ning, go get it for your nephew in a bit.â
âOkay Father,â smiling as well like his father, An Zhen Ning readily answers the request, âThen what about the Wang House?â
âJust ignore them.â
Itâs quite rare for his grandson to demand something so thereâs no way this doting elder would deny it.
As for that third son of the Wang House, who the heck does he think he was? At best nothing but a next generation brat of a wealthy family, itâs not like the chief of that household was making the demand himself!
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While all of this was occurring at the other place, Bai Yan on the other hand was currently enjoying herself by sipping away at the tea she prepared.
âMother.â Quickly following after this call was a small little hand pushing open the door, âMother, is there something you are thinking about?â
Placing the teacup down, Bai Yan pulls her son up to her lap, âI asked your Auntie Hualuo to investigate the An House. It shouldnât be long before she gets her hands on the Dragon Fruit.â
âMother,â cuddling into her arms to meet that intimacy, Bai Xiachen proudly looks up at the woman. âLet me handle this matter okay? You can rest while I do.â
Yet, instead of getting very happy at her sonâs request, Bai Yan only showed a suspicious face: âYou can do it?â
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Instantly exploding at the lack of confidence, the little steambunâs face was a cherry red due to his own emotions: âIs Mother not believing in me?â
Unfortunately for the baby boy, that appearance could only be called adorable, causing the woman to sneak a peck at the next possible chance.
âNo, of course Mother would believe in my little precious boy. You are very capable and Iâm proud of my one and only son.â
Only then did Bai Xiachen nestle back into those arms.
âI am Motherâs sweet little lamb, I will solve all of your problems so you can stop working so hard. Iâm old enough now, I can take care of youâ¦.â
I can take care of youâ¦.
Like any mother, that statement could only be called soul penetratingly warm.
âOkay, I will believe you this time then.â Revealing a smile as bright as the sun, Bai Yan couldnât ask for a better son in this lifetime.
âWAH!â
But before the mother and son duo could continue their family time, an earth-shattering cry from the outside had broke the mood.
âLetâs go and see whatâs happened.â
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Before long, the scene of a little girl crying her hearts out in the yard had come into sight, and beside her was a certain little kitty sitting there, licking its paws with a fierceness in its eyes.
âQingâer!â
Note: Old Chinese literature like to add a âerâ to the ending of a name sometimes to show their close bond. Its like the Japanese version of Chan and San.
The first to arrive on scene would of course be Wang Deyi because the man recognized it was his daughterâs voice long before anyone else, âWhat happened?â
âThe kitty glared at me!â Clinging onto her fatherâs hand, the girl wholeheartedly cries out, âHurry and drive that kitty away Father, I want it gone!â