Upon hearing the sound, Han Muzi looked up at once and turned her head to look at the door.
The man entering was wearing a dark suit. It might’ve been because he had just returned from outside, but he looked rather tired and dusty. Where has he been to? As Ye Moxuan entered her sight, this was the first thought that crossed her mind.
However, when the corner of her eyes fell on the little face on the screen of the notebook, Little Bean’s face was not much different from Ye Moxuan’s face; her expression changed immediately. Trying to look calm, she used the mouse and hung up the video call.
The call was stopped without warning. On the other side of the screen, Little Bean blinked as Han Muzi’s face vanished from the screen all of a sudden.
Looking at the empty screen without her face, he sat in his seat and blinked innocently. Suddenly, he turned his head around and looked at Yan, who was sitting on a couch eating an apple with relish and asked, “Aunt Yan, why did the video call end all of a sudden?”
Yan swallowed the mouthful of apple and exclaimed before getting up on her feet and walking over to him. From behind Little Bean, she used the notebook and saw the message sent by Han Muzi.
After some thought, she told him. “Little Bean, the internet connection at your Mommy’s place is not stable, so the video call got cut off abruptly.”
“The internet connection is not stable?” Little Bean looked at Yan with his pure and innocent eyes.
Such pure eyes! Feeling rather guilty for lying to him, she did not dare to look into his eyes; Yan moved her sight away and coughed. “Try to understand the situation, Little Bean. Your Mommy is staying at a hotel in another country—maybe the internet signal suddenly became weak. Let’s video call your Mommy some other day. It’s getting late, so you should go shower and do your homework.”
Reluctantly, Little Bean flattened his lips and snorted.
“Why did the internet signal become weak when we were on video call? When we were abroad, we also stayed in a lot of hotels. Why didn’t I find the internet signal weak back then?”
“You…” Yan put up a stern face upon hearing his words. “Listen to yourself! I told you that the internet signal is weak, but here you are questioning me—your Aunt Yan!”
With a loud snort, Little Bean looked up to meet Yan’s eyes. “Aunt Yan is being fierce to me. I will tell Mommy about this when she gets back.”
“Huh, have you learnt how to tell on me? You should go ahead and do that then. Let’s see if I’m afraid of her, or if your Mommy will scold me for this.”
Having said that, Yan hugged herself with her arms while pretending to be afraid and said, “I’m scared! Very scared!”
Yan was so dramatic that she seemed to be possessed by the spirit of an actor.
Little Bean had no choice but to use his ultimate move. “Fine. Mommy is not here now, so there’s no use in telling her. I will call Uncle Qing now to tell him that Aunt Yan was being fierce to me.”
Immediately, he jumped down from his chair and started running out.
Meanwhile, Yan was still in her acting mood, but when she heard him mention Uncle Qing, her face instantly turned sour and her whole body froze.
After three seconds, she finally snapped out of it; Yan turned around and shouted, “Who are you telling? Little Bean, come back right now!”
On the other side, Han Muzi hung up the video call and opened up her work documents naturally, pretending as if nothing had happened.
As her slender and white fingers danced on the keyboard, she said in a casual manner, “You’re back.”
Ye Moxuan was about to walk toward her, but after hearing her words, he just stood still and looked at her in silence.
The girl was sitting on a large bed in the room with his notebook on her lap; her pretty, white fingers were hovering on the keyboard.
Since she did not leave the room, she still had her sleepwear on. Her light blue clothes set off her fair skin, making it look crystal clear and glowing. Her soft hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail; her face was clear without makeup, and her usually red lips were now a shade of faint pink.
This scene gave Ye Moxuan a particularly warm feeling.
He was just like a husband who had gone out, while she was his little wife who was obediently waiting for him at home.
As the door was pushed open, a light could be seen, and a girl was just sitting there waiting for him to come back.
Looking at her, his heart nearly melted.
It seemed like he was too quiet, so Han Muzi raised her head from the notebook screen and looked up at him.
“What happened?”
Ye Moxuan snapped out of it and started walking toward her. As he sat down by the bed, Han Muzi immediately felt the edge of the bed sink as he sat down.
“What are you doing?” Ye Moxuan asked casually.
His question had induced a sudden guilt in her, so she stuttered, “I’m working. It’s not like y-you can’t see what I’m doing.”
“I meant earlier on.” Then, he reminded her. “I heard you talking before I came in.”
Han Muzi was dumbstruck. She did not reply, as if waiting for him to continue on.
Surely, Ye Moxuan did not let her down. “Was it him?”
She was so shocked that she could not breath. “W-What?”
The next second, he leaned down and took her into his arms. With his warm breath, he whispered in her ear and said, “Our son.”
Upon hearing that, she could not resist herself and stared at him with her pretty eyes. I’d never thought that he would actually hear it.
However, she quickly realized the pronoun Ye Moxuan used to call him. She bit her lower lips and said, “He is my son. When… did he become your son?”
His large hand slowly slid down to hold her waist; while the warm breath at her ear became hotter, he whispered in a soft yet captivating voice, “Why is he not my son? I’m your man, so your son is also my son.”
Words between lovers were always sweet to the ears, and most women loved sweet words; if one was indifferent to a man’s sweet words, they most probably had no feelings for that man.
The man before Han Muzi was the man in her heart. When he said those lovely and sweet words to her, it made her feel addicted to it as if they were poisonous drugs to her.
Ye Moxuan’s words stirred up her emotions; her expression changed and she could not hold back her intention to feel him out.
“Do you really not mind that he is not your actual son?”
This was probably the first time Han Muzi had asked him this question in such a serious manner.
As this question traveled to Ye Moxuan’s ears, it was asked by Han Muzi with a slight trace of carefulness in her voice. Embracing the girl in his arms, he asked, “You refused to accept me because of this?”
She thought for a moment and replied, “That’s part of the reason.”
Part of the reason？
“In that case, you can stop worrying now; your man is working hard to eliminate all your worries.”
Han Muzi was speechless. Biting her lower lips, she suddenly reached out and hugged Ye Moxuan tightly around his neck.
Her sudden action of throwing herself into his embrace shocked him, and he responded with a loving smile on his face.
“Ye Moxuan!”
“Yeah?”
“I won’t let you down.”
Let me down? He raised his eyebrows in doubt; just as he was going to ask her about it, she said, “Of course, you’d better not let me down too. Otherwise… I will hate you forever!”
