Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!-Chapter 916: No Wife to Spoil, So I’ll Spoil the Child
Upon hearing his words, Lan Shan yanked the quilt open, "What... doing this will spoil him."
If she did as he said, how spoiled would the child become? Surely they’d have a full-blown princess syndrome.
"No choice. With no wife to pamper, I’ll just have to pamper the child..." he shrugged and spoke matter-of-factly.
Hearing this, Lan Shan was both angry and annoyed. What did he mean, was he planning to take the baby away as soon as it was born?
No way, she wouldn’t let that happen.
Thinking this, she sat up and looked him in the eye, "This is my child. You can’t spoil him like that; it will ruin him."
"No, how to raise the child is my business, not yours..."
"You can’t take the child away..."
Towards the end, Lan Shan’s tone grew visibly anxious. She couldn’t quite understand what she was saying, failing to land on the crucial point...
Could it really be that pregnancy makes you forgetful?
While struggling with how to respond, without having sorted out her thoughts, Gong Shaoyu suddenly leaned in closer.
Instinctively wanting to retreat, Gong Shaoyu was quicker, wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her in place.
With a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, his voice carried a slightly hoarse, enticing tone, "I won’t take the child away."
Just about to breathe a sigh of relief, grateful he wasn’t selfishly planning to keep the child all to himself, thereby still leaving room for negotiation.
Thinking this, the corners of her mouth twitched upward, about to break into a smile.
"I won’t take the child away, plus there’s an extra gift thrown in... So, Shanshan, take me in too!"
Because of Gong Shaoyu’s words, Lan Shan was completely stunned. What did he mean by this?
Her eyes fixated on him, assessing the authenticity of his words.
"What... do you mean?"
Despite being sufficiently prepared, hearing his words stirred ripples in her heart.
Gong Shaoyu chuckled softly.
Grabbing her shoulders, he gently straightened her up, replacing the playful smile from earlier with a serious expression.
"Shanshan, what I want to tell you is..."
"Grumble..."
Why did this happen now?
Both were slightly embarrassed by the sound, but it calmed Gong Shaoyu down.
Now Shanshan was different than before; she can’t go hungry.
He released her shoulders, stepped back a bit, and gently ruffled her smooth hair, "Wait until the waiter brings the food, and after eating, I’ll tell you. Go wash your face first."
He pulled the blankets off, helped her up, and guided her to the bathroom door.
Lan Shan cracked a bitter smile, it’s only been a few months, is there really a need for such fuss?
About ten minutes later, the waiter pushed the dining cart in, and before it reached her, Lan Shan smelled the sour aroma.
Looking up, sure enough, there was the sweet and sour fish she was craving. Her eyes lit up, staring intently at the food cart.
Gong Shaoyu stood beside her, watching her like a little glutton, who couldn’t wait to pounce on it.
After the waiter arranged the dishes on the table, he pushed the cart away.
Not caring about anything else, she picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a piece of sweet and sour fish, and put it into her mouth.
She was truly hungry; during pregnancy, hunger comes quickly, and not eating something can make her feel terrible, yet when it’s time to eat, she can’t eat much.
Plus, the morning sickness was pretty severe, so she couldn’t eat much of anything.
After spending a few days with Gong Shaoyu at the hospital, he was generally aware of Shanshan’s dietary preferences now, which leaned towards sour flavors—the more sour, the better.
