Chapter 318 My own flesh and blood, how could I throw it away?
Zhou Congxian held Meng Shilan in his arms, about to say something.
The warm, soft body in his arms almost set him ablaze.
The tiny little person at the door had a soft, sweet voice.
Zhou Congxian's forehead twitched almost imperceptibly.
The child didn't seem fully awake; his little body swayed, and he repeated it again.
"Mother...hold me...I need to pee..."
Both of them froze.
Meng Shilan was the first to react, and the burning blush on her face faded almost completely, leaving her with a mixture of laughter and tears.
She nudged Zhou Congxian's chest.
"Don't just stand there, the child is going to get restless."
He ground his back teeth, took a deep breath, and suppressed the urge to pick up the brat and spank him.
That's enough.
My biological child.
Can't we just throw it away?
That night, Zhou Congxian slept very restlessly.
Between the two lay a "little tyrant" who could wake up at any moment.
As expected.
Just after midnight, as he was getting sleepy, a rustling sound came from the small bed next to him.
He jolted awake and suddenly opened his eyes.
In the darkness, Little Fatty sat up again, rubbing his eyes and whimpering.
"Mother...I need to pee..."
Meng Shilan was fast asleep; she only frowned slightly and turned over.
Zhou Congxian sighed resignedly, got up quietly, and carried his son to the latrine.
By the time he had coaxed his son to sleep and lay back down, he was mostly awake.
He turned his head and looked at Meng Shilan's peaceful sleeping face, and the fire in his heart suddenly surged up again.
He crept closer, hoping to steal a kiss.
"Um... Father..."
Little Fatty smacked his lips and turned over in his sleep.
Zhou Congxian froze instantly.
He glared at the back of his son's head through gritted teeth.
That kid, he definitely did it on purpose!
They went back and forth like this three or four times.
As dawn approached, Zhou Congxian finally couldn't stay awake any longer and fell into a deep sleep.
In his sleep, he felt something soft blocking his nose.
Breathing is becoming increasingly difficult.
He suddenly woke up with a start, and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Xiao Pangxi's big, black, grape-like eyes, filled with innocence and naivety.
The little guy was sticking his bottom out, lying on his chest, and earnestly pinching his nose with his two chubby little hands.
Seeing that he was awake, Little Fatty grinned and gave a silly smile.
"Father, it's dawn!"
Zhou Congxian, “…”
He took a deep breath, and the veins on his forehead throbbed twice.
He felt that the resentment he had accumulated that night was about to burst into black smoke from the top of his head.
...
The morning sunlight streamed through the window, filling the room with warmth.
The maid Chunxing carried the washing utensils and tiptoed in.
Seeing that Meng Shilan had already gotten up and was combing Fu'er's hair, she smiled and went over to start making the bed.
Chunxing quickly folded the quilt, but when she was about to change the sheets, her movements suddenly stopped.
A look of surprise appeared on her face.
"Huh?"
She couldn't help but gasp softly and look at Meng Shilan.
"Miss, the sheets are dry?"
Meng Shilan was puzzled. "What's wrong?"
Chunxing's smile deepened.
“After dinner last night, the old master felt sorry for the young master and personally fed him a big bowl of lotus root soup.”
"I was thinking that the bed sheets would probably need to be changed again this morning."
"I never expected that the young master wouldn't wet the bed all night. He's really grown up!"
Little Fatty Xi, who was being held in Meng Shilan's arms and reluctantly wiping his face, proudly puffed out his little chest upon hearing this.
He boasted smugly.
"Xi'er has grown up!"
"Daddy, help me pee!"
Chunxing was taken aback.
She turned her head and happened to see Zhou Congxian walking in from outside.
He changed into a dry, fit outfit, his hair still slightly damp, clearly indicating he had just returned from his morning exercise.
However, for some reason, a faint, lingering resentment shrouded his handsome face.
Chunxing didn't dare to look any longer and quickly lowered her head, but she understood perfectly.
She couldn't help but laugh and said to Meng Shilan.
"So it's the young master and his son."
"The son-in-law really knows how to take care of people."
Her voice was filled with heartfelt emotion.
"The son-in-law really knows how to take care of people."
"A son-in-law of such high status, yet willing to do everything himself, even cleaning up after the child in the middle of the night, is truly a first."
"Miss, your wait was worthwhile."
Hearing this, Meng Shilan felt a sweet warmth in her heart, but she couldn't quite save face.
She gave Chunxing a reproachful glare.
"You talk too much."
Zhou Congxian stood aside, listening to the conversation between the master and servant, his resentment deepening.
Caring?
He actually wants to care for someone else!
Will anyone give him a chance?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, feeling a tightness in his chest that he couldn't let go of.
Without saying a word, he turned and left.
"I'm going to practice my boxing!"
No matter how you look at that figure, it exudes a strong sense of grievance and resentment.
Meng Shilan looked at his back, somewhat puzzled, then realized what he meant and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
...
Meng Shilan was having breakfast with her two children.
The steward of the manor hurriedly walked in.
"Miss."
The steward bowed respectfully.
"The old master sent someone to tell you that he and your son-in-law, along with the young lady and young master, are invited to have breakfast in the flower hall."
Upon hearing this, Meng Shilan was stunned.
Shall we dine together in the flower hall?
This is truly like the sun rising in the west.
Since returning to the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, her relationship with her maternal grandfather, Meng Yushan, has remained quite fixed.
Meng Yushan is old and needs little sleep, so he gets up very early.
Every day before dawn, he would get up and practice a set of boxing in the courtyard. After having breakfast, he would go to his study to handle affairs or tend to his flowers and plants.
Meng Shilan, on the other hand, had to accommodate the two children's schedules, getting up late and eating meals later.
This is the first time I've ever specially invited them to have breakfast together.
She didn't dare to delay, so she quickly asked Shuang'er to change the two children's clothes, and then led them towards the flower hall.
The two, holding the child's hand, walked into the flower hall one after the other.
In the main hall, Meng Yushan sat upright in the seat of honor.
"They're here."
"Please sit down."
Meng Shilan and Zhou Congxian sat down as instructed, and the servants quickly served breakfast.
Fu'er and Xiao Pangxi didn't seem to mind at all, happily eating what was in their bowls.
He raised his hand and pushed a gold-embossed invitation from the table next to him in front of the two of them.
"Take a look."
Zhou Congxian reached out and took the post, then opened it.
Meng Shilan also joined in.
The invitation stated that the recipients were members of a collateral branch of the Meng family and wished to pay a visit.
Signed: Meng De'an.
Meng Yushan explained, "According to seniority, you should call him Seventh Uncle."
That is, Meng Ruoshui's father.
Meng Shilan and Zhou Congxian exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of understanding in each other's eyes.
I just tested her yesterday at the polo banquet.
Today, the invitation to visit was delivered directly to my maternal grandfather.
That's really true...
I can't wait!
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