The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1723 - 1810: Children Are Made of Water
Little Wuwang walked ahead like a small, valiant warrior, holding Old Lady Qin’s hand. In fact, by this time, the stench caused by Little Brother Xingxing had mostly dissipated. But as they entered the door, Little Wuwang’s steps paused slightly.
His tender, fair little face was filled with hesitation, yet he took a deep breath like he was cheering himself on, mustering his courage, and finally stepped forward with his little legs.
When he crossed the threshold, he saw Fifth Daddy crouching by the basin.
Yue Ning looked utterly helpless watching Little Star in the basin, who was incessantly letting out deafening screams.
Little Star was splashing in the basin, crying so hard his face was fully flushed, and his neck was about to turn red, looking utterly exhausted.
It’s hard to understand how such a tiny tot, such a little thing, could have such lung capacity to cry at such a high pitch!
This little child seemed to be made of water!
Yue Ning’s face was filled with helplessness, yet he was careful to hold the child’s head with one hand, to prevent him from drowning.
Little Wuwang peeked at Yue Ning, his big eyes full of innocent curiosity. He saw his Fifth Daddy dripping with water, totally disheveled, and for some reason, he suddenly giggled.
Little Wuwang turned back to Old Lady Qin: "Fifth Daddy is so pitiful!" he said, pointing at Yue Ning.
Old Lady Qin couldn’t hide her smile either, "Yes, Wangwang, look how pitiful your Fifth Daddy is. Shall we help him together?"
"Yes!" Little Wuwang nodded vigorously, then quickly rolled up his sleeves and moved swiftly to Yue Ning’s side.
"Fifth Daddy, I’ll help you!"
He reached out his soft little hands towards Little Star in the basin, forgetful that his brother was the source of all the stink, not minding the dirt at all. First, he picked up his brother, rocking him in his arms like a little adult, and afraid his brother might be cold from just coming out of the water, he tried to wrap him with his own clothes.
"Little Star, don’t cry, okay? It’ll be really uncomfortable if your voice becomes hoarse!" he earnestly coaxed Little Star, who was still wailing loudly. But perhaps because his big brother was too gentle, Little Star gradually stopped crying, instead smiling at his big brother, baring his pink, toothless gums.
Wu Wang’s lips curved into a faint smile; he resembled his mother in looks but had his father’s temperament.
Even though he was young, his smile carried a hint of his father Liang Yixuan’s elegance.
Yue Ning stood by, momentarily lost in thought as he watched Wu Wang, then he scratched his head and said, "If it weren’t for looking at Wangwang’s face, I’d have thought I’d returned to twenty years ago, seeing Yixuan when he was little."
Suddenly, with a smack, Old Lady Qin slapped Yue Ning on the back of his head. "Look at you, such a father, yet not as capable as a child!"
Yue Ning felt wronged, "How is this my fault? My son being so troublesome also leaves me helpless!"
"How can you be so silly? Little Star is closer to Wangwang than to you. When he cries, you as a father can’t comfort him, but Wangwang, who’s just a kid, managed to calm him down."
Yue Ning let out a sound of realization: "He’s repaying a debt! Wangwang is definitely repaying a debt! I remember when we were little, Yixuan was still too young to remember anything, also cried at the drop of a hat like my son, and then my big brother would calm Yixuan down..."
