Jiang Can couldn't help but laugh when she saw his utterly hopeless expression.
She reached out, gently wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed the corner of his lips.
Huo Zhixing noticed something in her mischievous doe eyes; this little woman was clearly teasing him!
Seven sons? How could she even think of that?
Even if she wanted to have children, he wouldn't let her have so many!
Wearing seven drafty leather jackets on his body would be incredibly uncomfortable! He had no desire to be the leader of the Beggars' Sect!
Huo Zhixing thought to himself, a smirk playing on his lips, and then turned her around by the shoulder and began a series of ruthless actions...
"Ah, Huo Zhixing!" Jiang Can hadn't expected to be seen through so quickly. "You really want to have seven sons?"
"Honey, how about we make a bet?"
"What?"
"I bet my next child... will definitely be a daughter!"
"Mmm!" Before Jiang Can could answer, he captured her lips with a deep kiss.
...
The next day, Jiang Can felt like her body was falling apart and lay on the bed, refusing to move.
Last night, she just wanted to brush it off, so she made up the lie about having seven sons... But this man is such a scoundrel, not only did he see through her, but he also refused to back down and held out until the early hours of the morning...
So Jiang Can now has the will to bang his head against a wall, but not the strength to do so.
She turned around and looked intently at Huo Zhixing. It seemed like it had been a long time since she had looked at him so closely.
Since having her son, she has devoted herself entirely to caring for him, neglecting her husband in many ways. Huo Zhixing complained to her several times, but she said he was being unreasonable.
Jiang Can smiled apologetically, gently stroking the man's angular face with her small hand. The regret in her eyes was like a fog, growing thicker and thicker.
Huo Zhixing was sleeping soundly, dreaming of something wonderful, with a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Daddy, Mommy!"
Just then, a childish voice called out from the doorway.
Jiang Can was startled and was about to go downstairs to open the door when she heard the nanny knocking: "Young Master, Young Madam, the young master wants his parents, may he come in?"
"The door's unlocked, let him in!"
The nanny gently opened the door a crack.
Little Junyu walked more and more steadily, running in with a bright smile on his face.
The nanny then closed the door again.
Jiang Can sat on the bed making various expressions to amuse her son, and little Junyu laughed heartily, grabbing the edge of the bed and jumping with all his might—
I failed to jump up the first time.
However, with Jiang Can's encouragement, the little one persevered and finally conquered the high edge of the bed.
After jumping up, it started stomping around.
Huo Zhixing's long legs tripped him, and Xiao Junyu thought his dad was playing with him, so he quickly crawled toward him.
"Baby, aren't you coming to Mommy's?"
"Daddy, Daddy!" Little Junyu waved his chubby hand.
Jiang Can smiled helplessly, watching her son climb up to Huo Zhixing's head, look at him intently for a while, raise his chubby, lotus-root-like arm high, and then slam it down!
Snap!
A crisp, resounding slap!
Huo Zhixing was jolted awake, his eyes meeting his son's smiling face. Still dazed, he saw little Junyu try to stand up, but then lose his balance, his chubby bottom slamming into his face, blocking his only means of breathing…
"Pfft..."
Just then, precisely at that moment, a pungent odor leaked out from his little bottom...
Jiang Can's eyes widened, and she almost burst out laughing. She quickly picked up her son.
Huo Zhixing sat up, his hair disheveled, his face filled with shock, and his eyes devoid of light.
Only Xiao Junyu found it amusing, clapping his hands and giggling.
Huo Zhixing took several deep breaths, desperately telling himself: He's my biological son, he's my biological son!
"Honey, are you...are you alright?"
Huo Zhixing forced a smile, and after a long pause, managed to squeeze out two words: "It's nothing."
"Well..." Jiang Can wanted to ask him if he was going to continue translating documents for Pan Dafu today, when his phone rang. It was a number from Southeast Asia.
"Can Can, are you up?" It was Yin Ruohong's voice on the other end.
As soon as Xiao Junyu heard it was his maternal grandfather, he eagerly grabbed the phone, shouting, "Wai Gou, Wai Gou!"
"My darling, have you missed Wai Gou?" Yin Ruohong laughed heartily. "Come back quickly, Wai Gou will take you to catch fireflies!"
"But Wai Gou has a few things to say to Mom right now, can you wait a bit?"
Huo Junyu nodded as if he understood, then immediately handed the phone to his mother and snuggled into his father's arms.
Jiang Can guessed that the time was ripe in Southeast Asia.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
Yin Ruohong's voice turned serious and deep as he said, "I need to go to the police station, probably in the next day or two."
"What happened?"
Yin Ruohong smiled and said, "In the next couple of days, Princess Yue will 'fall ill,' and then all the blame will fall on me."
Jiang Can thought for a moment and realized that Yin Ruohong could only use himself as bait to expose the mastermind behind the scenes.
"Then, is Princess Yue safe?"
“I have already told Sang Qing that Prince Hejin has removed half of the guards from the western palace and replaced them with General Nie’s confidants. The two of them will be safe.”
“Yes.” Jiang Can nodded. “We also found something in Manchester…”
"Alright, then come back as soon as possible. This time, we must finish this quickly and decisively, leaving no future troubles!"
Jiang Can bit her lip, her gaze resolute. After hanging up the phone, Huo Zhixing gently put his arm around her shoulder and whispered, "Uncle Pan has collected some folk materials. During the translation process, I learned that someone witnessed a foreign woman handing a baby to a man and a woman on the side of the street in that slum."
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