A sly glint flashed in Leng Xingyang’s eyes.
He didn’t reveal who he was. Instead, he awkwardly wrapped both arms around Xia Anxin’s neck and, imitating the way little children usually spoke, said in a sweet, babyish voice, “Mommy, don’t worry. I forgive you.”
Xia Anxin was instantly moved. She planted a hearty kiss on his little cheek. “My baby is the best!”
As she spoke, Xia Anxin took her phone out of her pocket. “Nuonuo, did you tell your Godmother before you left? She must be worried sick if she can’t find you. Mommy still has to work, so I’ll ask your Godmother to come pick you up, okay?”
Leng Xingyang’s eyes immediately darted about, and he began to panic.
If Xia Anxin called to check, wouldn’t the truth come out?
He hurriedly said, “I did, I did. Godmother brought me here. She… she had something to do, so she told me to come spend some time with you first.”
Xia Anxin froze, looking at Leng Xingyang in confusion, unable to keep from worrying.
Wen Li had taken several days off and said she was going to take Nuonuo all over Yecheng. Why had she suddenly dropped him off? Had something happened?
For the moment, Xia Anxin had no time to dwell on it.
It was her first day on the job, and she couldn’t stay with Nuonuo for too long.
Fortunately, Yunzhou Group offered excellent benefits.
In case some employees had no one at home to look after their children, the company had set aside a special area where employees’ children could play and study. It had even hired teachers to supervise and guide them.
After thinking it over, she had no choice but to hold the child and say, “Nuonuo, Mommy still has to work. There’s a special place at the company where the children can play together. Go play for a while, and when I take my lunch break at noon, I’ll come get you and we can have lunch together, all right?”
Leng Xingyang wanted to say no, but he couldn’t think of a reason to make her stay. He could only hope she would come get him at noon so they could eat together.
Reluctantly, he nodded.
Xia Anxin stroked his little head and smiled fondly. “That’s a good boy.”
Leng Xingyang looked up at her with a faintly ingratiating smile. “Mommy, don’t worry about me. Go to work. I’ll be good.”
Xia Anxin took him to the children’s area. Watching him look back at her every few steps, she couldn’t help laughing, but she still had to return to her own workstation.
Watching the two of them together from a short distance away, Fu Cheng felt as if he’d been struck by lightning.
Four years ago, President Leng had suddenly disappeared for several months before turning up again. Three years ago, a son had suddenly appeared in his life.
No one knew exactly what had happened.
Still, no one had ever doubted whether Leng Xingyang was really his biological son.
After all, he looked exactly like a miniature version of Leng Shaoting.
And his temperament was just as cold as Leng Shaoting’s.
Leng Shaoting was a workaholic. He was extremely strict with himself, and he had always been just as strict with his only son, Leng Xingyang.
Ever since Leng Xingyang turned two, he had to spend two days every week at the company, learning the ropes.
Fu Cheng had heard that Leng Xingyang had taken the private elevator, but when he still hadn’t shown up in Leng Shaoting’s office, Fu Cheng had come out specifically to meet him.
But what had he just seen?!
Who was that masked woman?!
Leng Xingyang had been a neat freak since he was little. Even the servants who had watched him grow up in the Leng household didn’t dare touch him without permission.
And this time… he had let a strange woman kiss and hug him?!
Before Fu Cheng could even process what he’d just seen, Leng Xingyang was already standing in front of him, his little face set in its usual cool expression.
Leng Xingyang guessed that Fu Cheng had seen what happened.
The soft, sweet manner he’d shown Xia Anxin was gone now. He said awkwardly and coldly, “Don’t tell my daddy!”
Fu Cheng made a zipping motion across his lips.
He thought he’d heard Leng Xingyang call that woman “Mommy”…
He silently thought that, after all, Young Master was still a child. Of course he missed his mother.
As he thought this, he looked at Leng Xingyang with even more sympathy.
Leng Xingyang paid no attention to whatever was going through Fu Cheng’s head and walked straight toward Leng Shaoting’s office.
But his mind kept returning to the feeling of Xia Anxin holding him and kissing him just moments ago.
It had felt warm.
Was this what having a mother felt like?
Fu Cheng dutifully escorted Leng Xingyang back to Leng Shaoting’s office.
Inside, the man leaned back in his high-backed chair, wearing a black shirt and studying the documents in his hands with an expressionless face.
His features were sharply defined and his jaw firm. At a height of well over six feet, nearly six foot three, he still looked imposing even seated, giving off an air of superiority.
When he saw Leng Xingyang and Fu Cheng enter, he raised his eyes coldly.
Leng Xingyang’s little face immediately tightened, and for some reason, he felt guilty.