Chapter 35 Which one to choose

As soon as little Wen Jing saw Shi Yanjin, his eyes immediately lit up. He threw down the beloved bottle in his hand, stretched out his hands to hug her, and called out with rare correct pronunciation.

"dad."

Shi Yanjin, who loved his son dearly, suddenly felt his heart soften. Looking at this face that looked exactly like his wife, he couldn't imagine how happy he would be if she treated him with such passion.

"The child wants you to hold him, why are you standing there in a daze?" The little grandson kept stretching his hands forward and was about to fall. Li Taohua couldn't help but scold him.

His thoughts were pulled back to reality, and Shi Yanjin quickly hugged the child and kissed his soft little face.

The mini version of my wife with a milky and sweet smell is so adorable!

It can be said that the child was blessed by his looks. If he didn't look so much like Meng Ruoxi, he wouldn't receive as much love from Shi Yanjin.

While playing with her son with a cloth tiger, she talked to Li Taohua, "I'm going to take Xixi and Wen Jing to the city to take some photos. Do you want to come?"

Li Taohua's eyes lit up, "Go, of course, I want to take some photos with my grandson."

Shi Yanjin nodded and said, "I'll discuss with Xixi when to go."

Knowing that her son was henpecked, Li Taohua said nothing.

After playing with his son for a while, Shi Yanjin took him back to his room.

Xixi would probably be bored staying alone in the room, so he wanted to go and keep her company.

Less than an hour later, the closed door was knocked again. Meng Ruoxi let out a long breath and got up to open the door.

What she saw was the pitiful look of the father and son looking up at her with longing eyes, and she was slightly stunned.

The word "pitiable" doesn't fit Shi Yanjin at all, and children are sometimes spoiled by their families and are not pitiful.

Seeing his wife staring at him blankly, Shi Yanjin called out, "Xixi..." as gently as he could, completely forgetting the unpleasantness just now.

Little Wen Jing waved his hands and was about to pounce on her.

Meng Ruoxi rarely pushed him away and picked up his chubby body. After about two minutes, her arms began to ache, so she put the child back into Shi Yanjin's arms.

“Wow…”

Unexpectedly, little Wen Jing started crying, refusing to leave Meng Ruoxi's arms, grabbing her with all his might.

Meng Ruoxi took a few steps back and frowned, "Shi Yanjin, your son is crying again, hurry up and comfort him."

Once again, I felt that this child was really a crybaby. He cried all day long, especially in front of me, where he cried even more frequently.

I never thought it was my fault for not holding my child, I was convinced that it was because my child's tear glands were too developed.

Hearing her impatient tone, Shi Yanjin frowned.

It's normal for a child to cry. Is it necessary to avoid it so much?

The child is young now and doesn’t understand that his mother’s behavior means she doesn’t like him. If he grows up and becomes more knowledgeable, how sad he will be?

She held her son in her arms and tried to comfort him, but he kept pointing in Meng Ruoxi's direction and crying, and no matter how she tried to comfort him, he wouldn't stop.

Shi Yanjin felt heartbroken and looked at Meng Ruoxi, "Hug him."

Meng Ruoxi, who had long been fed up with this, refused, "You can't hug a child as soon as he cries, it will spoil his habit."

The child is held in the arms of Shi Yanjin and Li Taohua all day long. He cries if he doesn't get his way, and they comfort him like their beloved treasure whenever he cries. He is so used to it.

Meng Ruoxi didn't hug him until little Wen Jing's voice became hoarse from crying.

Shi Yanjin felt sorry for the child. He held the child and coaxed him constantly, saying things like baby, baby, darling, daddy loves you, etc. Meng Ruoxi got goosebumps when she heard it.

The father and son were in a state of disbelief, so Meng Ruoxi picked up a paintbrush and painted this scene.

The crying little ball and his father who was constantly trying to comfort him, and then she wrote a few words "A loving father often spoils his son" on the side, and the painting was completed. She raised her eyebrows with a sense of accomplishment and took the painting in front of the father and son.

"Look at you, naughty kid and naughty dad. You should educate your kids properly when they cry in the future, or they will become village bullies sooner or later."

She thought she was giving earnest advice, but the man in front of her suddenly hugged her and laughed.

"Xixi, this painting is so loving. I know you love children."

Little Wen Jing also stopped crying, looked at the painting with watery eyes, and reached out to take it.

Shi Yanjin was afraid that he would tear up the painting, so he quickly let go of Meng Ruoxi's hand, took the painting in his own hands, and began to coax his son again, "Wen Jing, be good and don't move. Daddy will hold it for you to see."

Meng Ruoxi: "..."

Naughty children always have naughty parents. If this child is brought to the door by others in the future, it must be Shi Yanjin's fault. She has never interfered in the child's education and will not take the blame.

She went back to the desk and this time she did not paint the father and son, but instead painted her favorite landscape painting.

After playing with his son for a while, Shi Yanjin carefully put the painting away. He then said, "I plan to take the children to take a family photo with mom. You can decide which day is suitable."

After saying that, he stared at Meng Ruoxi to see how she would react.

The hand holding the paintbrush paused, and ink dripped onto the paper, ruining the half-painted distant mountains. Meng Ruoxi had no time to care. The only words left in her mind were "family portrait". Naturally, her first reaction was that she didn't want to go.

Noticing the burning gaze on him, he stopped blurting out a refusal.

She looked up at him and tried to speak gently, "I have never liked taking pictures since I was a child. You can just take the kids and mom. I won't go."

There was a flash of disappointment in his eyes. Shi Yanjin vaguely realized that she would leave him in the future, so she didn't mention a word about the past and was unwilling to even do the simplest photo shoot.

When I think about her attitude toward children, everything becomes clear.

He raised his lips and smiled softly, "A family photo naturally has to include the father and mother. What's the point of taking a photo of me and the child alone? People who don't know would think he has no mother. It's just a few photos, and it will be done soon. Just bear with it."

She pursed her lips into a straight line as she stared at the gentle man. She felt more than once that he was scheming.

If the hard way doesn’t work, try the soft way, which means not allowing yourself to refuse.

Leaving a photo is like leaving a handle, so you can find the evidence yourself later.

The child looks so much like me, it goes without saying what the relationship between them is. The bastard is clearly trying to trick me.

She refused again, more modestly, "No, even if I'm not in the photo, I'm still the child's mother and your wife."

Seeing that persuasion was futile, Shi Yanjin made a fatal attack, "Take photos or get the certificate, you choose one."

Her breath caught in her throat, and Meng Ruoxi looked at him in disbelief.

The dog man threatens himself!

Little Wen Jing was quiet for once. He looked at his mother and then at his father. He had no idea what they were talking about and was anxious.

Shi Yanjin pulled down his son's hand that was pinching his butt, patted the paw lightly, and looked up to see his wife's reaction.

Faced with the huge problem before her, Meng Ruoxi didn't know how to deal with it.

Either choice would be wrong, Shi Yanjin would not leave her any room at all.