40: Does Xiaoqi Want A Father?

Does Xiaoqi Want A Father?

"Aunt." Ling Xiaoqi's big eyes shone as he stared at Ling Sheng.2

"Okay." Ling Sheng could not bear to say no to her dear son. She pinched his tender cheeks before looking at Su Xiyin. "I shall trouble you then, Auntie. I'll pay you that money separately."

"Money's not an urgent issue." Su Xiyin's voice sounded joyful.

The little child hooked his finger around hers in secret, his soft touch instantly warming her heart and reminding her of Ci Er's toddler years.

He had been just as adorable.

Meanwhile, Ling Sheng was speaking to Su Xiyin.

Ling Xiaoqi's big eyes blinked mischievously at Su Xiyin, which earned him a strike on the head from Mummy before he finally bowed seriously before Su Xiyin. "Don't worry, Grandma. I'm very well-behaved. I won't cause you much trouble."

In the past, when Mummy had been out working, his maternal grandmother had looked after him.

The granny in front of him emitted a similar feeling of warmth as his maternal grandma, which he liked.

Entertained by the serious look of the child, Su Xiyin laughed and reached out to tease him. "In that case, it's nice to meet you, Xiaoqi."

Ling Xiaoqi reached out to hold her hand ceremoniously. "Nice to meet you, Grandma."

The duo's interaction made Ling Sheng chuckle. "Alright, Xiaoqi. It's late already. Let's take Grandma down!"

Su Xiyin had taken advantage of Ling Sheng's distraction and texted her chauffeur, Old Chen. She had ordered him to leave as soon as possible and not wait for her to prevent her identity from being exposed.

Her real identity could not be discovered by the mother and son. As the famous saying goes, "Mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law were enemies in a past life."

She had to get on the good side of Sheng Sheng while she was still in the dark.

Thus, when their relationship was exposed later, Sheng Sheng and Xiaoqi would continue to be close to her.

She would not disclose to Ci Er that she knew he was keeping a woman and a child in his apartment.

The same applied to the Old Man at home.

She would settle the score after that brat was back from filming.

Ling Sheng and Ling Xiaoqi took Su Xiyin to the condo entrance and hailed a taxi for her. They only left after watching the car drive away.

At the entrance of the district were multiple stalls selling a variety of items. There were also some residents who had gone out for a walk, so the place was bustling.

A family of three was facing them while strolling forward.

The child was riding on his father's neck while the father dashed, cracking the child up.

Running behind them was the gentle mother, who smiled as she lectured the father and son.

Ling Xiaoqi watched them with envy, his big eyes not blinking.

"Do you want to ride my neck too, Xiaoqi?" Although Ling Sheng was bitter, she lifted him up laboriously without waiting for his consent.

"Mummy, no. Xiaoqi doesn't want to." The sensible Ling Xiaoqi rejected her offer.

That would tire Mummy out. After all, she was really skinny.

"It's alright, Mummy's strong." Ling Sheng lifted Ling Xiaoqi directly and placed him on her neck.

Ling Xiaoqi hugged her head and whispered, "Xiaoqi's content with just Mummy."

Now, he had a grandfather. He could do without a father.

"Does Xiaoqi want a father?" Ling Sheng asked.

"Xiaoqi doesn't want a father. He only wants mommy." Ling Xiaoqi was flustered.

He knew that the word "father" could not be mentioned in this household.

Mummy would cry, scold him, and even spank him.

Sometimes, the anger made her ignore him for days.

However, his maternal grandmother had told him that he had a father, as everyone had a father. Actually, he had a special father.

Mummy was clueless about the identity of his father and she had forbidden him to mention his father in front of her.

His maternal grandmother had told him that his father would come looking for him and his Mummy one day.

"Okay, Xiaoqi only wants Mummy. Mummy only wants Xiaoqi too." Ling Sheng was a little flurried as she replied, her heart aching for her son.

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