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Chapter 573: The Mischievous Han Nianchu

Chapter 573: The Mischievous Han Nianchu

The early mornings of early summer always bring just the right amount of warmth. In the master bedroom of the hillside manor, as soon as the first ray of sunlight climbed onto the windowsill, the tranquility was broken by a crisp "Ya Ya" sound.

Fang Li turned over, rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at the crib.

Ten-month-old Han Nianchu was lying on the bed railing, his chubby hands gripping the railing and shaking it, making a creaking sound, his round eyes staring straight at the photo frame on the bedside table.

That was a family photo taken when she was 100 days old with Han Xi and Fang Li.

"Little troublemaker, you woke up so early."

Fang Li propped herself up and sat up. Just as she stretched, she saw Han Nianchu grinning with his toothless mouth, and saliva dripping down his chin onto the pink sleeping bag, like a little goldfish blowing bubbles.

"Mother......"

The little guy shouted incoherently, and stretched his chubby hands towards Fang Li. Because he stretched too hard, his body swayed and he almost fell off the bed rails.

Fang Li was so scared that she rushed over and hugged her in her arms. As soon as she steadied herself, she felt a warmth in the crook of her neck.

Han Nianchu hugged her neck and gave her a big kiss, his saliva covering her face.

"You little guy, you are getting more and more naughty."

Fang Li smiled and pinched her daughter's soft cheek. Just as she was about to stand up, an arm suddenly appeared around her waist.

Han Xi pulled her and her daughter into his arms from behind, his deep voice hoarse from just waking up: "Sleep a little longer, it's still early."

His chin rested on the top of Fang Li's hair, and his breath carried a faint scent of cedar.

Han Nianchu was surrounded by his father and kicked his chubby legs excitedly.

Turning around, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of Han Xi's pajamas, stuffed it into his mouth with force, and made a "woohoo" sound, as if he was gnawing on some delicious bone.

"Han Nianchu, that's Dad's clothes, not a teething stick."

Han Xi reluctantly pulled his daughter's chubby little hand out of his collar, but as soon as his fingertips touched her palm, it was firmly grasped.

The little guy was surprisingly strong. He grabbed his father's fingers and swung them around, shouting "Dad, Dad". Although his pronunciation was unclear, it made Han Xi's heart soften like marshmallow in an instant.

"Look at her, she's always clinging to you."

Fang Li leaned on Han Xi's shoulder, watching the interaction between father and daughter, with a gentle smile in her eyes.

Ever since Han Nianchu learned to call "Dad", Han Xi has completely become a "daughter slave". The first thing he does when he wakes up every morning is to hug his daughter. He must tell his daughter stories before going to bed at night. Even when he goes to the company for a meeting, he has to make a video call to check on her every once in a while.

"That's because I'm handsome."

Han Xi raised his eyebrows and said proudly, but just as he finished speaking, his daughter slapped him in the face.

Fang Li couldn't help but smile, but Han Xi let Han Nianchu use his father's cheek as a toy with an indulgent look on his face.

The chubby little hands were clapping happily.

Fang Li laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back. Looking at Han Xi's "aggrieved" look but his unwillingness to look away, she felt that this man who had once been a big shot in the business world was now childish and cute.

After washing up, the family of three came to the restaurant.

Aunt Rong had already prepared breakfast. The millet porridge was steaming, the steamed egg custard was smooth and tempting, and there was also Han Nianchu's exclusive vegetable puree.

Han Xi placed his daughter in the high chair and carefully fastened a bib on her. Fang Li had just brought over the vegetable puree when she saw the little one grabbing the dumplings on the table and trying to stuff them into her mouth.

"Niannian, you can't eat that."

Fang Li quickly took the dumplings away and replaced them with a small spoonful of vegetable puree and handed it to her mouth.

Han Nianchu frowned and turned his head away. Xiaopang pointed at the soy milk in Han Xi's bowl and said, "I want to drink it. I want to drink it."

Han Xi scooped a spoonful of soy milk, blew it cool and handed it to her mouth.

The little fellow held the spoon in his mouth and drank the soy milk sweetly with a "Ah Wu". But within two seconds after swallowing it, he suddenly frowned and spit out all the soy milk with a "Poof" sound, which sprayed all over Han Xi's face.

Fang Li was so frightened that she almost dropped the bowl in her hand, but Han Xi wiped his face and looked at his daughter's innocent face, smiling helplessly: "You little heartless girl, you spit at me when I feed you."

Han Nianchu seemed to understand, giggling and clapping his hands. The fat boy waved his hand and pushed the egg custard on the table to the ground.

"Han Nianchu!"

Fang Li pretended to be serious and called her name, but the little one thought her mother was playing with her, so she laughed even more happily and grabbed the egg custard on the ground and stuffed it into her mouth.

Han Xi quickly picked her up and patted her on the butt: "Don't eat dirty things, you are not good."

"Wow--"

The little guy's mouth pursed, and his big eyes were instantly filled with tears. The bean-sized tears fell down "click, click", and he cried loudly.

Fang Li felt distressed and quickly took her daughter in hand to comfort her. Han Xi looked at the mother and daughter, one crying and the other comforting them, and went to clean up the mess on the floor, feeling both amused and helpless.

It's ten o'clock in the morning and the sun is shining brightly.

Fang Li held Han Nianchu in her arms as they basked in the sun in the courtyard. The little one, wearing a pink jumpsuit, looked like a tender little ball, concentrating on playing with the rattle in her hand.

Han Xi came out of the study with a document in his hand. As soon as he reached the door, he was discovered by his daughter.

"Daddy...hold!"

Han Nianchu threw away the rattle and rushed towards Han Xi with his chubby little hands.

Han Xi put down the documents and picked her up. The little girl immediately hugged his neck and kissed him on the face again and again, as if the crying just now had never happened.

"Dad has to go on a video conference. Can Nian Nian play with Mom?"

Han Xi pinched his daughter's nose, but the little girl shook her head like a rattle, hugged his neck tightly and refused to let go, shouting "No...no..."

Fang Li laughed and joked, "It seems our Nian Nian doesn't want Dad to work."

Han Xi had no choice but to carry his daughter to the study.

He placed Han Nianchu in a specially made baby chair, stuffed a plush rabbit toy into her pocket, and sat at the desk to turn on the computer.

Less than five minutes into the video conference, a loud crash was heard.

Han Nianchu actually stood up with the help of the baby chair, and used her small body to push all the documents and pen holders on the table to the ground. The pen ink splashed all over her, and with a wipe of her little hand, she instantly turned into a little cat that had just been fished out of the ink.

The foreign partners on the other side of the screen were startled by the sudden movement.

Han Xi, however, picked up his daughter without changing his expression and smiled apologetically at the screen: "Sorry, my daughter is a little naughty."

Han Nianchu seemed to feel that he had gotten into trouble. He buried his little face in his father's neck, and his little hands tightly grasped his collar, making everyone on the other side of the screen laugh.

After the meeting, Han Xi took his daughter back to the bedroom to wash her.

Fang Li watched him carefully wipe his daughter's face and change her clothes. His movements were so skillful that he didn't look like a young master who once needed servants to iron his shirts. She couldn't help but take out her cell phone to take a picture of this heartwarming scene.