Chapter 147 Breakfast, Feeding her

The three children were discussing something at the dining table, while in the study on the other side...

When Murong Ting heard Lin Cheng mention the embroidery, his sadness intensified. He waved his hand weakly and said, "The embroidery is just these flowers and plants anyway, so it's normal for it to look realistic. But you're always helping Kong Wange and dealing with me. You should use that energy to handle the company's affairs properly, that would be better than anything else."

He rubbed his temples the whole time and didn't look up once.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Lin Cheng smiled awkwardly and put the amulet into his pocket.

He knew that the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" had been told too many times, and that Young Master Ting no longer trusted him. He said somewhat embarrassedly, "That was because I was ignorant. Don't be too sad, Young Master Ting. Go and eat."

Murong Ting gave a light "hmm," got up, and walked out of the house, saying as he went, "Put these documents down and I'll look at them after dinner. Go and arrange my trip to Jinzhen to see Yan Yan in three days."

Lin Cheng nodded: "Okay, I'll go right away."

...

At the restaurant entrance, Murong Ting bumped into Kong Wange and the old man as he entered.

The three entered the restaurant, and the three children exchanged glances, their eyes darting between Murong Ting and Kong Wange.

Kong Wange was puzzled by the three children's stares, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "You three, have you been secretly doing something naughty again?"

Murong Chen quickly waved his hand: "Mommy, what are you saying? The three of us are so smart, clever, and well-behaved, how could we do anything bad? We've only done great things, right, Daddy?"

Murong Ting: "?"

Why did the conversation suddenly turn to him?

And he acts like he knows everything?

He frowned slightly: "Hmm?"

Murong Chen: "..."

Why isn't Daddy playing by the rules?

Hmm, it must be because you just found out who Mommy is, and you're still having a hard time calming down. I'm sorry.

Forget it, let his kind-hearted little angel help his silly daddy!

He turned to Kong Wange with a sweet look and said, "Mommy, come here quickly and sit down!"

He pointed to a spot, right next to Murong Ting.

Kong Wange was still holding a grudge because of what happened last night, and she didn't want to talk to Murong Ting at all, let alone be near him.

Before she could even speak, the old man chimed in, "Yes, Xiaoge'er, go sit next to that boy. He always eats only a few bites and then leaves, he doesn't eat properly. You keep an eye on him for Grandpa."

When the old man spoke, Kong Wange could only manage a forced smile and sit down.

The servants brought out breakfast dish by dish.

Kong Wange can only move her left hand, making it very inconvenient for her to use chopsticks. She has to use a spoon to reach the food, but unfortunately, she can't reach it no matter what she tries.

Upon seeing this, the old man deliberately coughed twice at his grandson.

To everyone's surprise, Murong Ting was like a block of wood, showing no reaction whatsoever, and continued peeling and eating eggs as if nothing had happened.

The old man: "..."

Seeing this, the three little ones couldn't help but get anxious as well.

Murong Chen coughed lightly and threw a small tomato under the table toward his father's leg.

With a thud, a cherry tomato hit his leather shoe.

Murong Ting raised his head.

He frowned and glanced at his son: "Don't fight while eating."

Murong Chen: "?"

Daddy thinks he's just playing with him?

The old man was furious when he saw this. How could his eldest grandson be so clueless?

He coughed lightly and said, "Ah Ting, it's inconvenient for Xiao Ge'er to use a spoon, can't you help her?"

Murong Ting paused slightly before turning to look at Kong Wange.

Kong Wange said awkwardly, "No need, I can manage by myself..."

Before she could finish speaking, the old man interrupted her: "Little Ge'er, don't be so stubborn."

"That's right, Mommy," the three little ones chimed in to help.

As soon as he finished speaking, four pairs of eyes glared at Murong Ting, the threat in their eyes obvious—

If you don't pick up food today, I'll smash your head in a minute.

Murong Ting felt very uncomfortable being stared at, so he had no choice but to put a few dishes from a distance onto Kong Wange's plate.

The old man was still not satisfied when he saw this: "Don't just pick up the food, feed Xiaoge'er one of the little egg rolls next to it too, it's high in protein and nutritious."

Murong Ting: "..."

He took a deep breath, turned around, picked up the serving chopsticks, resignedly picked up an egg roll, poked it to Kong Wange's lips, and said dryly, "Open your mouth."

Kong Wange: "..."

Under the watchful eyes of the old man and the children, she felt so embarrassed that her scalp tingled.

Murong Ting took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Eat it, it would be even more awkward if you didn't."

Kong Wange knew he was right, so she could only open her mouth in despair.

After the egg roll was fed into her mouth, she closed her bulging lips and subconsciously reached out to fan her feverish face.

Seeing this, the old man nodded: "That's more like it. Ah Ting, there are potato pancakes over there. Give Xiao Ge'er one too."

With an egg roll in her mouth, Kong Wange waved her hand vaguely, "Grandpa, no need, no need. My left hand is fine too, no need to trouble him."

As if afraid the old man wouldn't believe her, she quickly used a spoon to scoop out potato pancakes.

As luck would have it, her spoonful actually managed to scoop it up.

Seeing this, the old man had no choice but to give up.

Kong Wange breathed a long sigh of relief.

Across from him, Kong Chi finally realized something was wrong and whispered in Murong Chen's ear, "Xiao Chen, are you sure Daddy recognized Mommy?"

Judging from the looks of it, Daddy doesn't seem to care about Mommy at all.

Murong Chen was also puzzled: "Could it be... that Daddy didn't recognize Mommy?"

Kong Ran's eyes widened, and she muttered, "Little Chenchen, are you sure you can do this? Didn't you say that Uncle Zha had already seen that the talisman and the embroidery on the handkerchief were the same?"

Murong Chen thought for a moment, his little face looking guilty: "Sister Ran, actually, actually... I only overheard half of it. When I saw Uncle Lin Cheng give the amulet to Daddy, I left. I didn't expect Daddy to be so stupid as not to believe Uncle Lin Cheng."

Kong Ran collapsed in disbelief: "Little Chenchen, you're so unreliable!"

Murong Chen looked like he was about to cry: "What are we going to do now? Haven't we all worked for nothing?"

Kong Chi stroked his chin thoughtfully and said, "Don't worry, there will definitely be another way. After dinner, we'll observe the situation and act when the opportunity arises."

The group of people ate the meal with their own thoughts on the matter.

Afterwards, the old man felt tired and went back to his room.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to tell Murong Ting to take good care of Xiao Ge'er.

Murong Ting did not refuse and nodded in agreement.

As the group left the restaurant, Murong Chen casually remarked, "The weather is so nice this weekend; I wish we could go out and have some fun!"

Murong Ting, who was listening nearby, had an idea and then said, "Then Daddy will take you to shoot arrows?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the three little ones' eyes lit up.

Even the usually composed Kong Chi couldn't help but look at Murong Ting: "Is it a real bow and arrow?"

"Yes, does Xiao Chi like archery?"

Since learning of Kong Chi's existence, he hadn't had a chance to play with his son. He knew Kong Chi much less than he knew Xiao Chen. At this moment, there was a hint of flattery in his eyes.

To gain custody, you must first win over your son.

It seems he made the right bet on archery; boys are naturally drawn to these sports.