Save Face At A Loss
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ahem.
The little boy pinched his two small hands and pursed his lips. When he looked at Mo Boyuan, his eyes were full of accusations.
Hmph.
Dad was too bad, and he went behind Ningning’s back to kiss mom again!
After that, he continued to walk in with a cold snort. Step by step, he used all his strength. When he passed by Mo Boyuan, he even used his little butt to bump into him before he pounced on his mom:
"Mom ~"
Fortunately, this little boy wasn’t too heavy at the moment. If he was any heavier, she would probably fall backward from the pounce.
"What’s wrong?"
Looking at his little expression, he seemed to have been wronged. Jiang Tingxu was very fond of him. Her hands habitually began to pinch her son’s tender little face.
The feeling was really good.
Even until his little face was pinched into various shapes, he did not make a sound to stop him.
Instead, he even took the initiative to put his little face in front of his mom with his little tiptoes.
Pfft~
Was he fighting for favors?
That was indeed what he subconsciously thought!
Who asked him to be so young now?
He was not as tall as his dad, his figure was not as good as his dad’s, and he was not as good-looking as his dad. The only advantage was his little face that his mom could pinch comfortably. He had to make use of it, right?
Who Was Mo Boyuan?
How could he not see what this little brat was thinking?
He was very disdainful.
He stretched out his big hand and picked up a little boy by the collar:
However, the man did not give his son the chance to speak again. He quickly picked him up and threw him out of the door before closing the door.
"Knock, Knock, Knock." There was a series of knocks on the door. At the same time, it was accompanied by the child’s shouting outside:
"Dad, open the door!"
Open my ass!
The man did not care about his son’s shouting outside the door. After all, he would stop when he was tired of shouting.
Jiang Tingxu facepalmed when she saw this:
"Mo Boyuan, you... That’s your biological son!"
The man snorted:
"If he wasn’t my biological son, he wouldn’t have the chance to come and disturb us every time!"
Hearing the meaning in the man’s words, the corners of Jiang Tingxu’s mouth could not help but twitch:
"That’s enough!" He said.
What kind of vicious words were those?
Was he so shameless?
To Use Mo Boyuan’s words: in front of his wife, what was the point of saving face? Only when one was shameless could they reap benefits.
If one was not shameless, then they could only be at a loss.
Jiang Tingxu planned to open the door. After all, even if his father did not feel sorry for his son, but as a mother, she did. After all, he was her own flesh and blood.
Mo Boyuan’s large hand grabbed the woman’s wrist:
"Why are you so good to that brat? Can’t you care more for me?"
As he spoke, his other hand once again wrapped around the woman’s waist.
Jiang Tingxu’s eyelids twitched a few times:
"Your son is much more lovable than you!"
A soft child was naturally more lovable than a stern man.
Hearing the words of the woman in his arms, Mo Boyuan’s face stiffened:
"What did you say?"
How was that brat anything better than he was?
She really has no taste!
For a moment, Jiang Tingxu felt that her waist was about to be cut off by someone:
"Hiss, can you be gentler? It hurts."
Ahem.
"Alright, alright, gentler," he said rather dotingly.
"Let go!"
"No!"
"What? I want to go out. I have something to do!"
What else could there be?
The man’s hand did not move at all.
Jiang Tingxu sighed:
"Mom and dad are both here today. I’m going down to spend some time with Mom."
He was usually very busy with work and did not have time to spend with his family.. Coincidentally, the few elders at home were all here today.