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Chapitre 154

"Pretty sister, eat the round ball!" With bright, sparkling eyes, she looked at the child with this simple thought in her little head—what she loved most must also be what Pretty sister loved, so if she gave Pretty sister her favorite round ball, Pretty sister wouldn't cry!

Seeing that the child was just staring blankly at the lychee held up in front of him without taking it, Gouwa got anxious, grabbed the child's hand, pried it open, and forced the lychee into the child's palm.

Her palm trembled slightly as she gazed into those bright, clear, and sincere eyes, and inexplicably, her heart also trembled slightly...

As far back as he could remember, no one, except his mother, had ever treated him with such sincerity. When people saw him, they would either scream and run away, or tell him to get lost with contempt and disgust, or chase after him with metal objects to beat him…

What a fool he is! She's nice to him because she hasn't seen his true face yet. If she did see him... well, I bet this little girl would run away in fright just like everyone else!

A shadow fell over his heart, and he clenched his fist, clutching the plump lychee tightly in his palm...

A cool, soft hand approached and gently pried open his tightly clenched fingers.

Holding the ripe lychee in her hand, she deftly peeled back the hard yet soft outer shell with her fingertips, picked up the glistening flesh, and brought it to the child's lips: "From now on, I will be your mother, okay?"

Her gentle and tender smile was like a warm breeze in spring, carrying the magic to destroy darkness, silently blowing away the gloom that had just gathered in his heart, and bringing a light he had never felt before...

With a lychee sweet to the core in his mouth, the child stared intently at Rongyue, whose smile was genuine and unpretentious, and a strange feeling quietly fermented in his heart. So, she could smile at him with such sincerity…

"If you don't speak, then I'll take that as a yes. From now on, you'll be my daughter, Liu Rongyue's daughter... Uh, what's wrong?"

Upon hearing the word "daughter," the child's face instantly turned ugly.

"I am not a woman, I am a man!"

These words coming from a three- or four-year-old child are incredibly funny.

"Pfft!" Rongyue couldn't help but laugh. She patted his head teasingly, "Woman or man? How old are you? You can only be called a girl at most, a boy... um? You mean..."

The smile froze on her lips.

His gaze involuntarily drifted to the child's lower abdomen, and a look of suspicion and inquiry on his face caused his handsome face to flush red.

Damn it, what kind of look was that on her face!

Before you know it, you feel a chill down below!

My face turned from red to purple, then from purple to green, and then from green to white. An unprecedented sense of shame rushed from the soles of my feet to the top of my head!

His violent temper made him clench his fists, about to explode, but then he suddenly remembered his current identity, and he loosened his fists with difficulty, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

Damn woman, I will make you pay back tenfold or a hundredfold for the humiliation you have suffered today!

It really is a boy! Who knew a boy could be so captivating…

Lost in her own shock, Rongyue didn't notice the strange look on the child's face...

Night falls, and all is quiet.

The stars in the darkness blinked their bright eyes, gazing intently at the myriad lights shrouded in darkness. As the lights went out one by one, their eyes shone even brighter...

After changing into her pajamas, Rongyue stretched lazily, strolled over to the soft bed, lowered the red bed curtains, and glanced at her children who were already lying peacefully on the bed. Her heart immediately warmed, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

She lay gently on the outer edge of the soft bed, draping her arm around her to pull her two adorable children closer, secretly overjoyed. She had gained two lively and lovely babies out of nowhere, without having to suffer the pain of childbirth herself—truly, heaven had been kind to her! With a son and a daughter, life was wonderful…

Huddled under the covers, he frantically wiped the blood from his nose, cursing under his breath.

What a pathetic sight! How could you make such a fool of yourself!

Damn it, what kind of women with good figures haven't he seen? When did his self-control become so weak? Just one glance is enough to make his blood boil and burn him up!

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the rising desire within him. But to no avail; the soft, fragrant arms wrapped around his shoulders and the faint scent of a woman wafting into his nostrils only fueled his lust, making him feel the fire within him burn even more intensely, wave after wave, driving him to the brink of madness…

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for him...

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Rongyue found that she could understand this 'son' she had picked up less and less.

Since she adopted him as her son, he hadn't called her "Mother," and he hadn't even called Gouwa "Sister," making her wonder if this boy didn't care about being part of their family. He wasn't close to Gouwa, who was his age, and even seemed annoyed. Whenever Gouwa clung to him, he'd pull away with a long face. His attitude towards Dongfang Yao was particularly perplexing. Dongfang Yao hadn't done anything to offend him, yet the way he looked at her revealed a deliberately hidden disgust and rejection. However, he didn't seem to reject her at all; in fact, he was quite affectionate. Although his gaze sometimes struck her as strange, Rongyue, knowing he was still a child, didn't think much of it…

Volume Three: Looking Back to Where Love Has Always Been, Chapter Six: An Unexpected Encounter

Winter has arrived, snowflakes are falling, and the whole world is covered in silver.

In the early morning, I pushed open the wooden door that was blocked by snow, and with a creak, the winter sun, clear and bright after being washed by the snow, shone brightly and generously in my face.

In the courtyard, on the rooftops, on the bare branches, in the fields where the trees could not reach, and on the distant mountains, everything was a pure white, a clean and pristine white, a pure land that made one's heart tremble.

Bathed in pale golden sunlight, the snow glittered and reflected a dazzling, star-like brilliance that dazzled the eyes.

In the corner, a few solitary white plum blossoms bloom in the cold, proud and aloof, interpreting their own life value in their own unique way. The faint fragrance of plum blossoms mixed with the freshness of snow drifts lightly into the nose, refreshing the mind and invigorating the spirit.

With arms outstretched to greet the rising sun, Rongyue half-closed her eyes, casting aside all worldly worries and fully enjoying this blissful moment. Feeling the warm winter sun, the occasional flakes of snow brushing her face, listening to the playful chirping of sparrows on the branches, and inhaling the rich scents of nature, Rongyue's face relaxed, and she couldn't help but sigh, "What a beautiful day!"

A burning gaze shot straight at me from behind.

Without turning around, she knew whose gaze was coming from.

Under such scorching gaze, she lost all interest in appreciating the winter snowscape.

She really couldn't understand why her son always looked at her with that strange gaze. It was a gaze that seemed to be admiration but not admiration, like liking but not liking, leaving her unable to figure it out or guess what it meant. Yet, every time she was looked at by that gaze, her scalp would tingle.

She lowered her arms, straightened her clothes, turned around, closed the wooden door, and walked towards him, who was sitting on the soft bed, staring intently at her.

"Baby, are you awake?" Rongyue smiled gently, rubbing his little head.

(Baby is the nickname Rongyue gave him. She originally wanted to give him a nice-sounding name, but to her surprise, after racking her brains to come up with several names, none of them suited his taste. Seeing him repeatedly say "awful" with a stern face, Rongyue became extremely annoyed. She slammed her hand on the table and stood up, angrily saying, "Then let's just call him Gou Shengzi!" As soon as she said that, his expression changed. His two little hands clenched into fists, his perfect lips pressed together, his face tense, and his eyes closed, revealing no emotion.)

Rongyue thought her words might remind him of his biological parents, and her heart trembled, overwhelmed by pity and guilt. She picked him up and gently pried open his tightly clenched hands: "How about calling him Baobao?" She clearly felt him flinch; his eyes remained closed, but Rongyue knew he had no objection to the name. And so, Baobao became his name.