272: I will take care of her.

I will take care of her.

"I don't need you to like me. My mother's love is sufficient for me!"1

This child could be rather spoiled.

"I've said this before; don't touch my mommy, but you provoked me time and again. Mu Yazhe, do you think I can't do anything to you?"

The man did not say a word and simply smiled as he watched the play of petulance and enmity on the rosy little face before him.

The room was without a sound.

A long bout of silence ensued before the man stood up. His big and tall figure towered over, making the room looked smaller than it was.

The man's bearing was overwhelming, and it prompted Youyou to puff up his chest in defiance. Soon, however, he realized that his action was useless. His presence was overpowered by his father's.

Father and son stood looking at each other. Due to the large gap between their height, the boy had to lift his head to meet his father's eyes. His neck started to ache as a result.

The man was tall—just like how he had imagined his father to be—strong, and sturdy with a broad and muscular body; he was someone that could withstand any storms in life.

When he saw his father in person for the first time at the gala, his heart jumped at the latter's tall and broad frame. Would he be as tall as him when he grew up? He could only hope so.

As the man stood before him, only then did he realize with a start that he was more handsome and stronger than what he had previously thought.

His heart could not help but pump fast in admiration!

Yun Tianyou started to grumble to himself, You're so tall; can't you stoop for my sake? When he looked up, he noted that the man was at least twice his height.

The father and son seemed to have telepathy; Mu Yazhe could somehow guess the boy's thought. Walking up to the little boy, the man stooped before him.

The little lad was startled by his gesture. The man was friendlier than he reckoned…

"Yun Tianyou." The man calmly observed his face as his big palm reached out and gently stroked his little cheek. This time, for once, the child did not resist his touch.

Perhaps, it was because the man had called out his name so gently. His deep and mellow tone was full of tenderness, which sounded unexpectedly nice.

He studied the man as the man did the same; he inspected the little lad's tough look.

What the son failed to notice was the slight tremor of his father's fingertips as the latter stroked his face.

The little lad's adorable face, smooth skin, and distinctive doe eyes were like the moon's eminence.

He really thought that this son had died tragically six years ago, only to find him standing intact now. This man, who had always been composed and steady, was inevitably slightly affected.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yes."

Yun Tianyou soothed his emotions as well. Calmly looking into his father's eyes, he slowly replied, "Mu Yazhe, the CEO of Disheng Financial Group."

"Smart boy." The man pinched his cheek lightly; his eyes could not hide his love for him.

"Hmph. That goes without saying," the boy retorted curtly.

The man continued, "You are a little different from what I've imagined."

"Oh? In what way?" The little lad was slightly piqued.

He furrowed his brows marginally before casually replying, "A little imp and a mommy's boy."

The little boy tilted his brow in displeasure. "So what if I'm a mommy's boy?"

"…"

"Is it wrong to be a mommy's boy? If the son doesn't know how to care for his mother, who will take care of her? Should I expect another man to do that?"

He was hinting at someone when he mentioned about another man.

Mu Yazhe readily assured, "I'll take care of her."

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