Chapter 11 "They're practically a chosen father and son!"...

Chapter Eleven:

Mu Shaoting was somewhat surprised: "But wasn't he our child before? Is 'returning home' appropriate?"

Mu Shaowu: [Why isn't it appropriate? Now that it's here, it means I'm going home.]

Mu Shaoting felt that returning home didn't quite mean that, but since this was his brother's child, and his brother had said so, then so be it. Anyway, he was Ye Qingxi's father, and his word was law.

"Okay." Mu Shaoting agreed, "The cake will be delivered before dinner. I'll go out and get it first, then you can bring Xiaoxi down to surprise him."

Mu Shaowu chuckled. Not bad, you've finally shown your surprise.

"Hmm," he replied.

Seeing him busy typing on his phone, Ye Qingxi picked up the game console again and started playing a new game.

He played several rounds in a row, and Mu Shaowu didn't disturb him. He just replied to WeChat messages on the side, glancing over from time to time to see his operation. The more he watched, the more he felt that Ye Qingxi was quite talented in games. Her small hands kept casting skills, and she passed several levels in no time.

"I'll download a few games onto your tablet another day, then you'll have more games to play," Mu Shaowu said.

Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?

Ye Qingxi felt that her father was truly unique.

I've seen people forbid their kids from playing games, but I've never seen anyone download multiple games for their kids.

However, he was not a five-year-old child, so Ye Qingxi was happy to see it happen and said nothing.

After playing for about half an hour, Ye Qingxi put down the game console to give her eyes a rest.

Mu Shaowu took the opportunity to chat with him and asked about his hobbies.

“Let’s play a little game,” Mu Shaowu said to him. “I’ll ask you a question, you answer it, and then I’ll ask you the same question.”

"Okay," Ye Qingxi replied.

Mu Shaowu sat up straight and asked him, "Do you prefer something light or something with a strong flavor?"

"The one with the strongest flavor. What about you?"

"Me too." Mu Shaowu laughed. "Do you prefer sweet or spicy? Can you handle spicy food?"

Ye Qingxi nodded, "Yes, I like them all. What about you?"

"I like spicy food," Mu Shaowu said. "Spicy, sour and spicy, sweet and spicy are all fine."

Do you prefer rice or noodles?

"Rice," Ye Qingxi replied. "And you?"

"Me too."

The two then began to ask and answer questions.

After a round of questions and answers, both Mu Shaowu and Ye Qingxi had basically grasped each other's preferences.

"One last question," Mu Shaowu asked him, "Do you like me as your father?"

Ye Qingxi was taken aback by his question.

Do you like it?

It seems not.

But it doesn't seem like I dislike it.

Ye Qingxi felt that he had asked this question a little too early, even too early.

They've known each other for less than 24 hours, so what's there to say about liking each other?

Even if he says he likes her, can Mu Shaowu believe him?

"No rush," Mu Shaowu said with a smile. "You can remember this question first, then think about it slowly, and tell me when you have the answer."

Ye Qingxi did not speak, nor did she nod or shake her head.

He just looked at him without making any promises.

"Now it's your turn to ask me," Mu Shaowu said, adjusting his posture to look more serious.

Ye Qingxi didn't really want to ask.

He never liked to ask others about their feelings for him.

Or rather, he subconsciously resisted the question, which Ye Qingxi could sense, but he was unwilling to admit it, so he euphemistically called it unnecessary.

Who would say "I don't like you" to someone's face? Even if that's what they really think, they would pretend to say, "No way, I actually like you a lot."

This aligns with adult social etiquette and with the social habits of Chinese people.

If Mu Shaowu had asked him to ask that question, he would definitely have answered that he liked it.

Can a liking that lasts for less than 24 hours really be real?

It's just to coax him.

Ye Qingxi didn't believe it, so she didn't feel the need to ask.

He didn't say anything.

Looking at his quiet little face, Mu Shaowu thought he was just embarrassed.

After all, the child in front of him was young and he wasn't that familiar with him yet, so it was normal that he couldn't ask such a question.

So he said to himself, "I quite like you. Although we haven't known each other for very long, I think you're very cute. First of all, you're very good-looking. Look at me, don't I look good too? So in terms of appearance, we're both good-looking and would be a good match as father and son."

Ye Qingxi: Huh?

"Secondly, you have a good personality. You didn't blame me for not coming home for dinner last night, and we've spent most of the day together today without you finding me annoying. If it were when I was a child, you would have kicked me out long ago."

Ye Qingxi: ? ?

"Also, you're good at games, which is similar to me. I've been good at games since I was a kid. If playing games hadn't been considered a waste of time when I was young, I might be on the national team now, and I would definitely be on the podium this year."

Ye Qingxi: ...

"Of course, the most important point is, Ye Qingxi and Mu Shaowu, what grows on this sycamore tree? Of course, it's leaves! It's clear that we're not only a perfect match in terms of looks, but our names are also a perfect match. We're simply a father and son chosen by heaven! No one else could be as suitable as us, don't you think?"

Ye Qingxi: ...Why don't you just say Ye Qingxi, Mu Shaowu? What does "Xi" represent? It represents sunlight. What does a phoenix tree need to grow? Sunlight, of course. So, I should be your father, and you should be my son, don't you think?

Ye Qingxi almost laughed at herself while thinking about it.

Mu Shaowu saw a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but it seemed as if the child in front of him had smiled, so he smiled too.

He genuinely liked Ye Qingxi, not for any of the random reasons he mentioned, but simply because she had a good personality, was very young, and was quite endearing.

This liking may still be very shallow, but feelings are accumulated over time. No one is born hopelessly in love with someone; it's just that with the passage of time, those beautiful moments gradually turn into liking and love.

He was willing to go through those moments with Ye Qingxi, to accumulate and deepen their feelings. So he hoped that at the very beginning of their meeting, right now, when Ye Qingxi was young and alone, walking into this unfamiliar place and starting to get along with a group of strangers, he could clearly and explicitly know that someone liked him. That way, he could perhaps feel a little more at ease.

Mu Shaowu was also a first-time father, so he didn't know if his thoughts were right or wrong. He just acted on instinct.

But he was afraid that if he spoke to Ye Qingxi in a too formal manner, she wouldn't understand, so he gave her some reasons that a child might be able to accept or at least understand.

As expected, Ye Qingxi understood and even seemed to smile.

Mu Shaowu thought this was good.

He expressed his liking, and Ye Qingxi sensed it, and instead of being disgusted or repulsed, she seemed quite happy.

Then he achieved his goal.

Ye Qingxi will be happier living in their home.

He was happily thinking about it when his phone rang.

Mu Shaowu picked up the phone; it was a WeChat message from Mu Shaoting, saying that the cake had arrived. Not only her cake, but Mu Shaoyan's bear had also arrived. They were both ready and asked him to bring Ye Qingxi down.

"Let's go." Mu Shaowu stood up and pulled Ye Qingxi, who was sitting on the sofa, to her feet. "It's almost time for dinner. Let's go see what we're having for tonight."

Ye Qingxi nodded, "Oh."

Mu Shaowu pulled him out, and when they reached the end of the stairs, Mu Shaoting and Mu Shaoyan suddenly appeared.

Ye Qingxi heard two "snap" sounds as the ribbons slowly floated down from above his head.

Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?