mtlumby2d Chapter 1486 So young, yet quite romantic
Chapter 1486 So young, yet quite romantic
Bai Chenhui was initially a little upset about being picked up by his mother and not being able to attend school, but when he saw Mu Ning, he immediately beamed with joy.
"Yes, it's me. Get in the car, Auntie will take you home today," Mu Ning said with a smile.
"Oh? Auntie Fatty, will you come to our house to play? We can watch the sunrise tomorrow morning," Bai Chenhui said proudly.
Indeed, the affability of overweight people should not be underestimated. The ability to get along well with children is a relatively effective way to judge a person's affability index.
"He's so young, yet he's quite romantic," Mu Ning chimed in. But looking at Bai Chenhui, the little guy has rosy lips and white teeth; he'll probably be the kind of guy girls like when he grows up.
Bai Chenhui grinned foolishly and got into the car first. Bai Xin'ai followed her in and sat down, staring straight at Zhuang Shiyuan. Why didn't he look at her? Why didn't he even glance at her?
He's lost weight, but he's completely shed his youthful naiveté. He seems even more taciturn than before; just sitting there, you can feel the coldness emanating from him. Is he unhappy? He used to be so sunny and gentlemanly, now he's so cold…
That's true. After going through such great hardships, one's personality is bound to change.
"Huihui, say hello to Uncle." Bai Xin'ai said in a trembling voice, urging the child to greet him.
Bai Chenhui glanced at Zhuang Shiyuan and subconsciously moved closer to his mother. Children don't like indifferent people and will automatically stay away from them.
"No, this uncle is a bit cold," Bai Chenhui said softly.
Mu Ning, who had already gotten into the car, turned around and chuckled when she heard what Bai Chenhui said. "Yes, Uncle is a little cold, but he's a very nice person. He's just like little Huihui; he doesn't like talking to strangers, but he actually really likes you."
"Really?" Bai Chenhui was skeptical of the plump aunt's words; this cold uncle didn't seem to like him. He subconsciously moved closer to his mother, not wanting to say anything more.
Bai Xin'ai hugged her son, her eyes brimming with tears. She kept looking out the window, her eyes already red.
My heart is screaming: Se-yeon, look, look at our son, look at him...
She couldn't believe he had really forgotten her. Back then, she had been so devoted to him, loving him without hesitation. Why had he forgotten her so quickly?
He actually spoke to that fat woman so gently, so carefully brushing the hair from her face, so indulgently saying, "You can decide such a small matter." Why? That fat woman…
Bai Xin's heart was choked with sobs, and for a moment she couldn't breathe, so she forced herself to breathe slowly.
She distinctly remembered him saying he didn't like plump girls; too much fat lacked aesthetic appeal. He was a photography enthusiast and loved the slender, captivating silhouettes of girls projected onto the ground. He was an aesthetician, a perfectionist; he couldn't possibly tolerate a woman like Mu Ning, absolutely not.
"Mommy?" Bai Chenhui sensed something was wrong with his mother and immediately turned to look at her. When he saw the tears in his mother's eyes, Bai Chenhui became anxious.
"Mommy, are you crying? Why are you crying? Mommy, Mommy, are you missing Daddy again? Mommy..." Little Bai Chenhui is most afraid of his mother crying. Whenever he sees his mother crying, he wants to cry too. So, he immediately wipes his eyes and comforts her.
"Mommy, don't cry, don't cry..."
Bai Xin'ai held her precious son, turned her face to the window, and recalled the bitter love of the past. Her heart ached with pain, yet she continued forward like a moth drawn to a flame.
If it weren't for wanting to protect the child from his discovery of her pregnancy, she wouldn't have rushed out of China and stayed abroad for several years. Just as she mustered the courage to return, he was in a car accident and remained bedridden for four years.
Actually, she had already returned to China, but she couldn't get close to him. He had been awake for so long, and she had tried so hard to let him know that she was back and waiting for him, but he didn't react at all.
Her heart was cold and aching. The sight of her understanding son in her arms pierced her heart even more.
Mu Ning kept turning back to look at the strange mother and son, then at Zhuang Shiyuan, but Zhuang Shiyuan stared out the window as if nothing was happening to him, as if everything around him was irrelevant.
Mu Ning opened her mouth, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but didn't know what to say. She didn't know why Bai Xin'ai lost control, so she decided to just endure it. She bit her lip, propped her head up with her hand, and leaned against the car window to look outside.
The atmosphere in the car became inexplicably heavy and strange. Bai Xin'ai cried for a while and then gradually stopped. She didn't want him to see her in such a distraught state. She wanted to show him her mature and elegant self, not to cry like a madwoman as soon as they met.
The car drove towards the suburbs, and Mu Ning inwardly groaned, "Good heavens, you really can't just be a good person like this! I never imagined Bai Xin'ai would live in the suburbs. How did little Bai Chenhui get into the Experimental Primary School?"
Looking at the increasingly desolate road, Mu Ning felt like crying. Zhuang Shiyuan would definitely scold her to death when she got back. How long did this round trip take? No wonder little Bai Chenhui still needs his mother to pick him up and drop him off even though he's in elementary school. It's so far, the school bus probably doesn't even go there.
Finally arriving at the agritainment park, Mu Ning got out of the car and exclaimed, "You really live down the mountain? I thought you were joking. 'Shangri-La' sounds wonderful. Are there many tourists here?"
"I can barely make ends meet," Bai Xin'ai said with a laugh, then fell silent, her words coming out hastily and urgently.
Bai Xin'ai ignored Mu Ning, giving a perfunctory reply before turning to look at Zhuang Shiyuan in the car. She wanted to see his expression when he learned that she had helped him realize his dream. He had once said he wanted to buy a piece of land, grow vegetables, raise a flock of chickens and a few dogs. The house didn't need to be big, but it had to be spacious and bright enough for three or five friends to stay in when they visited; preferably, it would be a wooden structure. He said the best location would be at the foot of a mountain, so they could hike or camp on the summit waiting for the sunrise. He said he wanted to live a quiet life first; he said that once he shed his rich prince or businessman persona, he hoped to be a farmer. He said…
He said a lot, and she remembered it all clearly.
Bai Xin'ai bent down and climbed into the car, looking at Zhuang Shiyuan with teary eyes, biting her lip, and said nothing: Please, just look at me, please? Is this the paradise in my heart?
Even if Mu Ning was dull-witted, she could still discern something in this situation.
He turned to look at the woman who had sat back down, his gaze filled with inquiry.
Zhuang Shiyuan finally turned to look at her, and Bai Xin'ai couldn't hold back her tears, which streamed down her face.
As Zhuang Shiyuan was about to raise his hand, he glanced up and saw Mu Ning's probing gaze. He immediately lowered his hand again and slowly turned his gaze elsewhere.