Wen Fufu patted her chest and leaned against the door. Thankfully, thankfully—luckily she had hidden him in time. Then she suddenly realized something. Why did what she just did feel like someone hiding a lover after being caught cheating? How embarrassing.
As soon as Xiao Tingting entered, she rushed straight to Wen Fufu and said, “Sister Fufu, where’s my precious godson? Is he in the room? Can I go in and take a look?”
How could Wen Fufu possibly let her go in? Only now did she realize that in her panic, she had shoved Song Jingting into her own room.
“Tingting, Yangyang is still sleeping. Let’s go talk in the living room. Why did you two come so early today?”
“Sister Fufu, it’s not early. It’s already ten in the morning. If we didn’t come early, you’d end up starving all morning. Even if you don’t eat, my precious godson still needs to eat.” Xiao Tingting subtly glanced at Wen Fufu’s chest.
Wen Fufu covered her chest and pushed her. “If I hadn’t known you since childhood, I would’ve thought you were a man.”
“You two stop standing there. Come eat breakfast,” Shen Xiulan said as she arranged the food she had brought onto the dining table.
“Coming, Aunt Shen.”
“Coming, Mom.”
Wen Fufu and Xiao Tingting sat in their seats, and Shen Xiulan joined them soon after. She pointed at the coffee and newspaper on the other side of the table and said, “Little Fu, is that cup of coffee yours? You just gave birth—you shouldn’t drink coffee.”
Oh no. She had been so busy hiding him that she forgot to clean up the evidence.
“Aunt Shen, I didn’t drink it. I just missed the smell of coffee, so I brewed a cup to smell it and satisfy the craving.” As soon as she said that, Wen Fufu quickly picked up the cup and the newspaper and hurried into the kitchen. She poured the coffee away and hid the newspaper in a cabinet.
After finishing everything, Wen Fufu was about to walk out when the corner of her eye caught something in the pot—a bowl of shredded pork porridge and some buns being kept warm.
This was… left for her by Song Jingting?
Ah, forget it. She would hide it first and think later.
“What’s so good about coffee? It’s so bitter,” Shen Xiulan was saying when Wen Fufu returned.
“Mom, you don’t understand. People in this world have all kinds of tastes. Some people just like the taste of coffee,” Xiao Tingting said.
“Only you young people like it,” Shen Xiulan replied.
Xiao Tingting shrugged. Maybe that was true.
Wen Fufu sat back down. While listening to Shen Xiulan and Xiao Tingting chat, she kept glancing at the bedroom door, distracted. She wondered what Song Jingting was doing right now.
As for what President Song himself was doing at that moment—even he could not quite explain it.
The powerful CEO who managed thousands of companies, handled contracts worth hundreds of billions every day, and dominated the business world was currently standing beside a bed, staring solemnly at the tiny creature lying on it.
The tiny creature was staring back at him with wide eyes.
So this was his seed?
Heh. It was really ugly.
The little baby, who had just been judged ugly by his own father, was completely unafraid of the stranger who had suddenly appeared in the room. He clenched his tiny fists near his mouth and stared very seriously at the man.
“Seems like a bold one,” Song Jingting said, becoming slightly interested. Under normal circumstances, hardly anyone dared to look him straight in the eyes.
Little Chengyang stared at his father for a while, then quickly lost interest. Grabbing his own feet with both hands, he entertained himself.
Although Song Jingting felt an indescribable sensation when facing his own child, due to his personality it did not cause much emotional turmoil. To him, children were usually something that could exist or not—it did not matter much.
After finishing breakfast, Wen Fufu saw that Shen Xiulan and Xiao Tingting still had no intention of leaving. She gradually became anxious. She could not even focus on the variety show she usually loved to watch.
Shen Xiulan and Xiao Tingting did not notice anything unusual. The mother and daughter were completely focused on the television. Whenever a funny scene appeared, they burst into loud laughter.
After laughing, Xiao Tingting finally noticed Wen Fufu’s pale expression.
“Sister Fufu, why aren’t you laughing?” she asked. Normally, Sister Fufu would laugh even harder than them.
Wen Fufu immediately sat up straight and forced out a few perfunctory laughs.
“Hahaha…”
Then she casually asked, “I wonder what Uncle Xiao is doing right now?”
“You mean my dad? He went to help at the Peach Orchard early this morning,” Xiao Tingting said.
The Peach Orchard was practically the main economic source of Taohua Village. As the peaches reached their ripening season, the village usually arranged for several people to take turns guarding the orchard so birds would not steal the fruit.
“Should we go help?” Wen Fufu asked.
Shen Xiulan stopped her immediately. “Little Fu, what nonsense are you talking about? You just gave birth—you can’t be exposed to wind. Your Uncle Xiao can handle the orchard.”
“But Sister Fufu, can I go check if Yangyang is awake? It’s already this late—he must be hungry,” Xiao Tingting said excitedly.
The heart Wen Fufu had just relaxed suddenly tightened again.
How could that be allowed? If Xiao Tingting went to check, everything would be exposed.
“Babies mostly sleep. Since you haven’t heard him crying, he definitely hasn’t woken up yet. Don’t go disturb Yangyang’s sleep,” Shen Xiulan said, unknowingly helping Wen Fufu out of the predicament.
Wen Fufu silently thanked Shen Xiulan and let out a breath of relief.
Xiao Tingting said disappointedly, “Alright.”
But it seemed as if heaven deliberately wanted to play tricks on her. The more she tried to hide something, the more it wanted to expose it.
Wen Fufu thought that by hiding the man, Shen Xiulan and Xiao Tingting would never find out.
However, she had overlooked one person.
“Young Master! Young Master! I had the things you wanted delivered!” Wu Gang strode into the house, dusty from travel, followed by several men in black.
It was over.
Everything was over.
Wen Fufu no longer had time to stop him, because Wu Gang had already appeared in front of the three women.
“Miss Wen, you have guests,” Wu Gang greeted politely. If nothing unexpected happened, the woman in front of him would become their Young Master’s future Madam, so he dared not show any disrespect.
Wen Fufu forced a stiff smile. “Y-yes…”
Thank you very much for that!
“Hello, everyone. I’m Wu Gang. You can also call me Little Wu.” Wu Gang showed a bright smile. Miss Wen’s guests were also their Young Master’s guests—he must not be rude.
Shen Xiulan and Xiao Tingting were already stunned.
When did a man suddenly appear in Little Fu’s—no, Sister Fufu’s—house?
No… not just one man.
A whole group of men.
Because behind Wu Gang stood several men in black wearing sunglasses.
“Miss Wen, where is our Young Master? I need to speak with him,” Wu Gang asked, apparently feeling it was not chaotic enough yet, as he exposed another man’s existence.
“Yo… Young Master?” Xiao Tingting stuttered, her tongue tying itself in knots. It could not possibly be the kind of “Young Master” she was imagining, right?
“I’m here.”
A cool male voice sounded from behind them.
Everyone turned around.
They saw a handsome, noble-looking man standing there, somewhat awkwardly holding a small baby in his arms.
Song Jingting had originally been reading in the room. When he heard Wu Gang’s loud voice, he immediately realized the secret was likely exposed. Since that was the case, he calmly walked out without any intention of hiding anymore.
However, the little one who had been entertaining himself suddenly seemed to have some switch triggered. His tiny mouth puckered, looking as if he was about to cry.
Helpless, Song Jingting picked him up.
And that was why everyone now saw him standing there—holding the baby.