She waved her hand dismissively.
"This kid's brain has been kicked by a donkey... oh no, I mean a horse, he calls everyone he sees 'Dad'."
Unexpectedly, she was proven wrong as soon as she said that.
Yiming tugged at Leng Chuchen's hand, pouted, and muttered in a wronged tone,
"Mother is lying. Yiming has never called anyone else 'Dad,' not even Uncle Dajiang or Brother Jiaxun."
Upon hearing this, Luo Zhiwan immediately slapped her head, trying to pull him over, but he simply hugged Leng Chuli's leg instead.
"Dad, save me! Mom's going to spank me!"
Hearing this soft-spoken little boy call him "Dad," Leng Chuchen's heart seemed to melt.
He inexplicably bent down and picked up Yiming. Seeing this, Luo Zhiwan quickly pointed at him.
"Yiming, come down quickly and come to your mother's side."
Yiming shook his head in protest, then wrapped his arms around Leng Chuchen's neck, turned back and made a face at her.
"Mom, you've been holding me for three years now, it's time for Dad to hold me for a while."
“He’s not your father, you’ve mistaken him for someone else.”
“He is my father. I recognized him at first glance. Look how much we look alike.”
Upon hearing this, Luo Zhiwan was surprised to find that Yiming and this man actually did look somewhat alike.
She explained, both amused and exasperated:
“Yiming, in this world, there will always be two people who look very similar, but he is really not your father. Come down and come to your mother’s side.”
She had barely finished speaking when she saw Dajiang and her father come out from the backyard.
When they saw Yiming being held in Leng Chuchen's arms, Luo Tianhe immediately asked in surprise:
"Zhiwan, who is this young master?"
Before she could explain, Yiming raised his voice and shouted back:
"Grandpa, have you noticed that we look alike? He is my dad."
This time, it was Luo Tianhe's turn to be surprised. He frowned and shouted angrily.
"Yiming, how can you call someone 'Dad' like that? Come here to your grandfather."
Yiming clung tightly to Leng Chuchen's neck, showing no sign of letting go.
Although Leng Chuchen's face was cold, she felt a strange warmth in her heart.
Over the years, few children have seen him without being frightened to tears. But suddenly, this adorable little one is so close to him, and his heart is melted by her cuteness.
Da Jiang frowned slightly in displeasure.
"Yiming, come down quickly. He's not your father. You've mistaken him for someone else. I'm your father. You'll have to call me 'Dad' from now on. If you don't believe me, ask your mother."
As he spoke, he slowly leaned towards Zhiwan.
"Quickly tell Yiming that he has mistaken someone for someone else and ask him to come down."
Luo Zhiwan rolled her eyes at him, displeased.
"Dajiang, how could you say such a thing to a child? How could Yiming ever call you 'Dad'? Never in this lifetime."
"Why not? Uncle Luo has already accepted the betrothal gifts I sent."
Zhiwan immediately glared angrily at Luo Tianhe, who hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head in explanation.
“Zhiwan, Dajiang said that I only accepted the betrothal gifts he gave me if you agreed to be with him. If you don’t agree, then I dare not accept them.”
“When did I agree to that? Hu Dajiang, I told you long ago that I will not find a stepfather for my son. You should take your betrothal gifts and leave my house.”
“Zhiwan, I know you’re still angry with me. You’re angry that I agreed to annul the engagement back then, but I really had no choice at the time. I didn’t dare disobey my mother. Now I can make my own decisions. Let’s start over and make up, okay? I promise you, I will treat Yiming well and treat him like my own son.”
"Shut up."
Luo Zhiwan interrupted him impatiently, then waved to Luo Tianhe.
"Father, if you don't send his betrothal gifts back, then you should marry him!"
Upon hearing this, Luo Tianhe looked at her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
“You silly child, even if your father wants to marry her, Dajiang can’t.”
It's unclear when it started, but Luo Tianhe, who was always serious, also began to joke around.
After saying that, he quickly grabbed Hu Dajiang's sleeve.
“Dajiang, listen to Uncle Luo. Take the betrothal gifts back first, and then we can discuss it later before sending them off. Otherwise, Uncle Luo will have to get on your bridal sedan chair.”
"this……"
Hu Dajiang's face turned ashen at this moment, and Yiming, adding fuel to the fire, stuck out his tongue at Hu Dajiang.
This scene left Leng Chuchen completely bewildered.
Does this child really not have a father? Does his mother really not have a man?
Seeing Luo Tianhe pulling Hu Dajiang towards the backyard, Leng Chuchen finally put Yiming, who was lying in his arms, down on the ground and gently comforted him:
"Although you are very cute, you have mistaken me for someone else. I am not your father."
Yiming pouted, looked up at him, and asked pitifully:
"But I feel like you are my father. Why don't you double-check if you recognize my mother?"
Seeing that Yiming's words were becoming increasingly outrageous, Luo Zhiwan impatiently pulled him to her side and angrily scolded him:
"Luo Yiming, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll put you in solitary confinement."
Yiming pursed his lips and glanced at her, then ran to Zhiruo's side.
"Auntie, Mom is getting fiercer and fiercer, I'm ignoring her."
Zhi Ruo, both amused and exasperated, patted Yi Ming's little head, bent down, and picked him up.
"Your mother scolded you because you called people 'father' without permission. You can't do that again, understand?"
Yiming turned back to look at Leng Chuchen again.
"But I really think he looks like my dad..."
Zhiruo quickly raised her hand to cover his mouth, then gave an awkward, bitter laugh.
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