Chapter 450 Don’t Say You Are My Son When You Go Out
Princess's Mansion.
Song Yanxi held Jiaojiao in one hand and scooped a spoonful of egg custard with the other hand. She put it to her lips, blew on it gently, and fed it to her.
The little girl was very considerate and took one bite after another, finishing half a bowl in a short while.
Seeing that she wanted to eat more, Mo Jinchuan took the bowl from Song Yanxi and said calmly, "Jiaojiao has a weak spleen and stomach, so don't eat too much."
The bowl and chopsticks for the egg custard are only the size of a palm. So half of it is just the amount for a few bites for an adult.
Is that enough?
Even though he is the father of the child, what he said may not be entirely true, right?
Looking at Jiaojiao who was waiting to be fed, Song Yanxi felt conflicted.
Ziheng noticed something was going on and put a chicken drumstick into Jiaojiao's bowl, saying sparingly, "Sister loves it."
As he spoke, he nodded at Mo Jinchuan, indicating that Jiaojiao could eat more.
During the years that Zi Yan was studying abroad, he was the one who took care of his younger siblings at home. Although he didn't do everything himself, he knew exactly how much his younger sister ate.
Mo Jinchuan nodded, and his expression clearly showed a bit of embarrassment.
He was pleased with his second son's understanding, but also felt annoyed that he was not a competent father and had neglected his children over the years.
They have suffered a lot following him these years.
Ziheng glanced at him, silently picked up a piece of fish and placed it in his bowl, saying respectfully, "Daddy, eat."
Looking at his second son who was taciturn but very considerate, Mo Jinchuan felt a warm current in his heart.
Good boy, it’s true that I love him well.
Seeing Mo Jinchuan eat the fish, Ziheng curled the corners of his lips and picked up a piece of tofu for Zixu.
It's still just one word.
"eat."
Zixu protested with his eyes wide open, "I don't want it!"
Why are father and sister's all meat, but he is just cabbage? He won't accept it!
He wants to eat meat too!
Ziheng frowned and managed to say, "I'll give you chicken wings after you finish eating."
Zixu bargained, "I want a chicken drumstick too."
Ziheng's face suddenly darkened.
Knowing that his second brother was not a good-tempered person, and seeing that he was about to lose his temper, Zixu quickly changed his words and said, "Then I want another four-happiness meatball."
Ziheng nodded.
The two brothers finally reached a consensus.
Song Yanxi originally thought that Ziheng was unwilling to give the chicken leg to his younger brother because he also wanted to eat it. She was about to ask Zhuzhi to ask the kitchen to stew another one when she saw a chicken leg suddenly appear in her bowl.
She looked at the owner of the chopsticks and couldn't help frowning.
It was clearly the two children who wanted to eat it, but the prince gave it to her in front of them. Wasn’t he afraid of the two brothers making a fuss?
Ziheng is okay. This kid always keeps his emotions to himself, so he doesn't show them on his face.
But the little guy might not give him, his father, face.
Besides, he had just been dragged out and beaten by An Yi before dinner, and he was still covering his butt when he sat down. It is not good to always fight violence with violence when educating children.
Understanding her intention, Mo Jinchuan raised the corner of his lips slightly and spoke on behalf of his second son: "This is what Ziheng specially left for you."
Hearing this, Ziheng lowered his head, clearly feeling embarrassed.
On the contrary, Zixu looked at the chicken leg in Song Yanxi's bowl, then looked at the tofu in his own bowl, and fell into deep thought for a moment.
Since it was Ziheng's kindness, Song Yanxi naturally would not refuse it.
The chicken leg meat is delicious when you take a bite.
Song Yanxi curled the corners of her lips slightly and decided to increase the monthly salary of the mansion's chef after today.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the servants had just cleared the bowls and served fruits and snacks when Zixu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked, "Dad, am I not your biological child?"
Zhuzhi's hand, which was placing the fruit plate, trembled and his ears immediately pricked up.
Mo Jinchuan picked up a cup of tea, blew on it gently, took a sip, and then looked up at him, "Who told you this nonsense again?"
Zixu pursed his lips and said unhappily, "Do I need to listen to others?"
He looked at Ziheng, sighed heavily, and said with a depressed look: "I am definitely not my father's biological son, and I don't know what my biological parents look like."
Mo Jinchuan: "Dead."
Zixu's eyes suddenly widened and he blurted out, "Dad, why are you cursing yourself?"
Mo Jinchuan didn't answer but asked, "Didn't you just say that this prince is not your biological father?"
"I..." Zixu stammered, "I was just talking nonsense!"
The evasive look on his face clearly showed that he wasn't telling the truth.
But even if he didn't say it, it wasn't difficult to guess that someone with ulterior motives must have said something in front of him.
It's really not easy to hold back until now to ask.
Mo Jinchuan looked at the face that looked like his old friend and said frankly, "You are indeed not my biological son."
Zixu's eyes turned red in an instant and he sat there at a loss.
He clenched his fists, looked at Song Yanxi, then looked at Ziheng who was drinking tea silently beside him, his eyes full of helplessness.
Although Song Yanxi felt reluctant, she couldn't rashly interfere in other people's family affairs.
But she didn't expect that the prince would choose today to tell Zixu the truth in front of her.
Seeing that she turned away and refused to look at him, Zixu was so anxious that he almost cried out. He quickly looked at Ziheng and whispered, "Second brother."
Ziheng lowered his head and sipped his tea, pretending not to hear.
Zixu wiped away his tears and reached out to pull his sleeve, but then he remembered something and quickly wiped the tears from his hands on his clothes.
Seeing all his cautious movements, Song Yanxi couldn't help but disagree with Mo Jinchuan's way of handling things.
Although this matter has to be brought up sooner or later, the child is still so young, so just tell him whatever you want to say.
Even if he cannot accept it for the time being, after some time, he will always be able to figure out why he behaved like this.
The children were all there, so Song Yanxi didn't feel comfortable speaking directly. She could only gently kick Mo Jinchuan's foot under the table, signaling him to quickly explain things to Zixu.
Didn’t you see that the children were crying?
I've never seen him act like a father before.
After being kicked by her, Mo Jinchuan still didn't show any reaction.
Zixu was extremely panicked, and wanted to tear Ziheng's sleeves to shreds. He cried out in a sobbing voice, "Second brother."
Mo Jinchuan raised his eyes and said coldly, "It's no use calling you second brother, he is not my biological son."
"Ah?" Zixu was surprised and blew a bubble of snot without even wiping it.
Ziheng threw him a handkerchief and said disdainfully, "Wipe it."
Zixu stared at the handkerchief for a while, then suddenly raised his little hand and slapped himself hard in the face.
The sound was so crisp and loud that it hurt just to hear it.
Mo Jinchuan's face darkened immediately, and he said without hiding his disdain: "Don't say you are my son when you go out in the future."
Ziheng added silently, "Don't mention me, or Big Brother."
Although Jiaojiao didn't quite understand what was said just now, she understood this sentence.
She also imitated the father and son and said with a serious expression: "Don't say it's my brother."
Thinking of something, she pinched her waist with both hands and snorted softly, saying very loudly: "Shame on you!"
Zixu could hold it in at first, but when he heard his sister, who usually treated him as the best friend in the world, also called him a disgrace, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
He cried and said, "Wow, I'm not Daddy's biological son. Daddy will kick me out."
When Mo Jinchuan heard this, his old face darkened again.
This brat, when did he ever say he wanted to kick him out?
Zixu sobbed and sobbed, looking at his second brother who was sitting as steady as a mountain beside him, "Second brother, you are not my biological son either. We will all be driven away."
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