Chapter 62
Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He hid his resentment and bitterness and smiled innocently.
âDonât try to pacify me with your glib tongue, all you know is how to annoy me. And youâre still claiming that itâs love.â
There wasnât a mother who wouldnât like having their child sweet talk her, especially from a good-looking son. Madam Mu Li was just like any other mother.
She had scolded her son, but actually, she didnât mean it. The smile in her eyes couldnât be hidden.
In the kitchen, sizzling sounds could be heard.
The ingredients were in the wok!
Mu Li glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and through the frosted glass door, she could see the tiny figure bustling inside. Her heart was filled with an indescribable fondness.
She pulled out the chair next to Yan Rusheng and sat down. She inched closer to him and asked softly, âSon, youâre already 25, when are you going to give me a grandchild?â
He didnât even have a wife and now they were discussing about grandchildren. Wasnât this too early?
To an ordinary family, it would indeed be too early when marriage wasnât even on the cards and there was no sight of a potential daughter-in-law.
But to the Yan familyâto Mu Li and Wang Daqinâthe matter had already been delayed for too long.
So this time, it was a make-or-break matchmaking attempt!
âYou wish for a grandchild?â
Usually, when they talked about this topic, Yan Rushengâs expression would definitely turn cold. This time around, his expression wasnât cold. Instead, he was smiling and it seemed that there was room for discussion.
He effortlessly lured in Mu Li to bite the bait.
She nodded furiously like a hen pecking at its food. âUh huh, of course.â
After a short pause, she eagerly said, âMom has already enjoyed what I should have enjoyed in this lifetime. Iâve also experienced what a person should have experienced. The last part is to watch you get married so that I can take care of my grandchild.â
Sigh, this was a sorrowful topicâa sorrowful topic of conversation for both her and Wang Daqin.
âI thought you wanted to find your happiness again?â Yan Rusheng raised his eyebrows as he tried to conceal his smile. âHaving a grandchild will only hinder you on your search for happiness. How can I do something so unfilial?â
He leaned back lazily, his arm resting on the back of Mu Liâs chair. He looked at her with a refreshing smile.
Had she fallen into her own trap?
Mu Li frowned secretly and her eyes shifted around.
She then smiled, seeming to have found an excellent explanation. âIf I have a grandchild, I wonât be thinking of looking for my happiness. A grandchild would be more important.â
What nonsensical happiness would she look for anyway? The man sheâd shared a bed with for decades had turned into an old man and even he couldnât be trusted. How could she count on a younger man who would be more likely to succumb to temptation?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
She wasnât that naive.
Yan Rusheng withdrew his arm and said in a considerate manner. âI think itâs better not to. Since you loathe Yan Shanghong so much, then since heâs the childâs grandfather, to a certain degree the child is going to look like him. It would be asking too much for you to take care of a child who looks like someone you hate.â
He looked fixedly at Mu Li, pausing for a while before he continued with his eyebrows raised, âDonât you agree?â
âThird Yan!â Mu Li clenched her fists and punched the table. She looked at her son and gnashed her teeth in anger. âYouâre doing this on purpose, right? Youâre still trying to put in a good word for the old man.â
The conversation had led to this and she finally realized that this rascal was helping his dad using another tactic.
âIâm being wronged!â Yan Rushengâs blinked his peach blossom-shaped eyes pitifully and he had an innocent expression on his face. âWhat Iâve said is the truth, which sentence doesnât make sense?
His expression seemed to ask, âDo you dare to say you donât hate the old man right now? Are you certain that your future grandchild wonât resemble his grandfather even a little?â