"Little Fatty, where did you come from?"

As soon as he said it, Little Tuanzi got all puffed up.

"I’m not Little Fatty."

Being so angry, Little Tuanzi staggered to his feet, his little chubby hands clenched tight, "You’re the Little Fatty."

Li Mochan gave Little Tuanzi a stern look, looking quite fierce.

Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but laugh, thinking they were really in tune.

As her thoughts turned, she said, "He’s mine, isn’t he cute?"

Li Mochan snorted lightly, reached over to pick up Little Tuanzi and set him aside, then sat down next to Ye Jiuliang and pulled her into his arms.

Continuing her line of thought, he asked, "Who’s is it?"

Ye Jiuliang’s eyes curved with mirth as she teased, "It’s yours."

Li Mochan’s thin lips curved slightly, and he leaned down to peck the corner of her lips.

"Good girl, don’t rush, we’ll work hard when we go back tonight."

"..."

Her attempt at teasing was turned against her.

"Sister, it’s mine." Little Tuanzi crawled over, his round little body struggling to snuggle into Ye Jiuliang’s embrace.

Li Mochan looked down at the little one who was trying to compete with him for her attention, raised his eyebrows slightly, and pinched his chubby cheek.

"Little One, go find your parents."

"Sister, it hurts." Little Tuanzi massaged his face, looking aggrieved as he complained to Ye Jiuliang.

"Bad uncle."

Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help smiling, reaching out to stroke Little Tuanzi’s head, "Who’s the bad uncle?"

"Him." Little Tuanzi pointed at Li Mochan and whispered his accusation.

Li Mochan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Little Tuanzi immediately shrank back into Ye Jiuliang’s arms.

"Bad uncle is glaring at the baby."

Ye Jiuliang’s eyes were filled with more laughter, and suddenly she felt a weight on her shoulder.

The man buried his head in her neck, rubbing against it idly, his voice husky and seductive, "You little wolf cub, he’s bullying Grandpa, and you’re still holding him."

Ye Jiuliang, "..."

She felt as if she were seeing a glimpse of the future—if she and Li Mochan had a child, would it be this scene every day?

The thought alone was daunting.

"Little Fatty, call him brother." Ye Jiuliang touched Little Tuanzi’s face, coaxing warmly, "If you call him brother, he’ll get you something tasty."

"Can I have ice cream?" Little Tuanzi blinked, his dimples showing.

Ye Jiuliang hummed in agreement, and Little Tuanzi turned his head to look at Li Mochan, stretching out his little arms, pleading in a sweet voice, "Brother, hug."

Li Mochan reached out to grab Little Tuanzi by the collar, his eyes full of disdain.

"Sister." Little Tuanzi dangled in mid-air, his arms and legs flailing.

Ye Jiuliang laughed unkindly, pulling on Li Mochan’s shirttail, "Don’t pick on the kid."

"I don’t want a son in the future." Li Mochan glanced at Little Tuanzi and suddenly blurted out.

He wanted a little princess.

Ye Jiuliang gave him a look and took Little Tuanzi from his hands, "Dream on."

"Sister, the ice cream." Little Tuanzi tugged at her hand, his little eyes sparkling.

Ye Jiuliang set him down on the floor and stood up, holding his hand, "Let’s go."

Suddenly, the man’s cool hand grasped her other one, "You little wolf cub, won’t you take me with you?"

"Little Fatty, do you want to bring your brother along?" Ye Jiuliang looked down at the little one by her feet and asked.

Without a second thought, Little Tuanzi looked at Li Mochan and shook his head, "No."

Ye Jiuliang raised an eyebrow. "Look, even the kid doesn’t like you."

Before her words had finished, a tall figure closed in. Ye Jiuliang stepped back until her spine hit the railing.

"You better behave and not lead the kid astray," Ye Jiuliang coughed lightly, warning him.

Li Mochan narrowed his eyes dangerously, his fingertip lifting her chin. "How am I not behaving, hm?"

"Sister." Little Tuanzi tugged at her trouser leg, calling out in a soft, sweet voice.

Dissatisfied that Ye Jiuliang’s attention was stolen by Little Tuanzi, Li Mochan threatened in a low voice, "Little kids need to be quiet, otherwise, the big bad wolf will snatch them away."

"..."

Li Mochan, this childish ghost.

"Liar, Baby is so handsome, he won’t be snatched by the big bad wolf. You’ll get snatched by the big bad wolf, big baddie." Little Tuanzi lifted his little head, proudly stating.

Ye Jiuliang chuckled lightly, grabbing Li Mochan’s hand. "Alright, stop scaring the kid."

Li Mochan leaned sideways onto her, "He called me a big baddie."

"I just love big baddies," Ye Jiuliang hurriedly smoothed things over. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Li Mochan curved his lips in satisfaction, "Let’s go."

Better return this annoying Little Fatty quickly, so he doesn’t disturb our world for two.

On the third floor, the lights changed, and soothing classical music echoed through the banquet hall.

Li Mochan and Ye Jiuliang were natural focal points, especially since they brought a child with them.

The moment the three of them entered, they immediately caused a stir.

Little Tuanzi held Ye Jiuliang’s hand with one while nibbling on an ice cream with the other, looking utterly adorable.

Seeing the two elders chatting with Mr. Cui, Ye Jiuliang’s red lips curved slightly, and she reached to pat Little Tuanzi’s head. "Little Fatty, go find your grandma and grandpa."

Little Tuanzi shook his head, "Sister, come with."

"Bentley."

The affectionate call came from across the room, and Ye Jiuliang saw Charles and his wife coming over, her lips curving into a slight smile.

"Grandpa Charles, Grandma Charles, long time no see."

"Ye." The elderly lady saw Ye Jiuliang, a kind smile appearing on her face, and in her excitement, she automatically replied in her mother tongue.

"How come you are here, long time no see, you’ve become more beautiful."

Ye Jiuliang smiled lightly, her fluent German as clear as chimes, "I’m here for fun."

"Ye, you promised to come to our house for dinner last time; we’ve been waiting."

Ye Jiuliang said, "I’ll definitely come over next time."

Most of the people around didn’t understand German and looked quite confused, only guessing from the expression on the faces of Charles and his wife that they were quite familiar with Ye Jiuliang.

"Ye, this person is..." Mrs. Charles noticed the man beside her and asked with curiosity in her tone.

Ye Jiuliang’s eyes sparkled with amusement, "My boyfriend, Li Mochan."

Charles and his wife looked surprised.

Barely finding her voice, Mrs. Charles asked incredulously, "Really? You’re not joking, are you?"

Ye Jiuliang replied, "Do you think I would joke about this, Grandma Charles?"

At her words, Mrs. Charles finally believed.

She adjusted her glasses, scrutinizing Li Mochan before giving Ye Jiuliang a thumbs up, "Ye, good choice."

"Don’t forget to invite us to your wedding," Mr. Charles said with a hearty laugh.

This time, Li Mochan spoke up, his low and mellow voice speaking German, utterly charming, "Of course."

"Ye, there’s a new development in the matter we discussed last time. Let’s find time to talk in detail," Mr. Charles stepped forward, his voice lowered.

A gleam of sharpness flashed through Ye Jiuliang’s eyes, "Thank you."

"Bentley, you can’t eat any more. If you do, Daddy and Mommy will have to punish you," Mrs. Charles crouched down, wiping Little Tuanzi’s mouth with a napkin.

"No, I want to eat. Sister gave it to me, Daddy and Mommy won’t punish me," Bentley slyly insisted.