A short while later.
Su Yu raised her head again to look at her mother and asked curiously.
"Mom, is Dad handsome?"
These words completely broke Song Lingshan's composure, and she suppressed her anger.
"It doesn't look good. Shut your mouth and eat your food!"
"..."
Su Yu obediently pursed her lips.
She blinked her innocent-looking big eyes, sensing that something was off.
My mother's words seem ambiguous.
How can you eat if you close your mouth?
He tilted his head and couldn't help but say.
"Mom, you can't eat if you close your mouth."
And if Dad isn't good-looking, how could I be so good-looking? Mom is clearly lying.
On the day he enrolled, he caused a sensation throughout the school with his stunning good looks; everyone loved him.
Song Lingshan was even more furious. She slammed her chopsticks on the table and said sternly.
"Are you trying to drive me crazy? Can't you just be quiet? If you keep this up, I'll sew your mouth shut!"
Recently, the teacher reported that my son always whispers to his deskmate during class, and changing several deskmates has not helped.
Even the quietest student in the class could chat endlessly with him when they sat together.
She began to doubt whether the child was actually hers.
Seeing that her mother was really angry, Su Yu instantly turned into a little lamb and admitted defeat.
"Mom, I was wrong. Please don't sew my mouth shut, it will hurt a lot. I'm sorry, I won't talk anymore..."
You'd better keep your word.
Song Lingshan took a deep breath, glared at him, picked up her chopsticks again, and put a piece of broccoli in her mouth to chew slowly.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Song Lingshan instructed the nanny to open the door.
The visitor was Song Qiluo, who had just returned from the art studio, carrying an enormous gift box.
Upon entering the house, he went straight to the dining table, smiled, and gestured to Su Yu with the gift box in his hand, saying with a smile.
"Xiaoyu, look! Your aunt bought you your favorite Kamen Rider Build Sento's Genius Form."
Su Yu swallowed the food in her mouth with a gulp, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the Kamen Rider figure Song Qiluo was carrying, her mouth practically watering.
He remained silent, as if he hadn't heard Song Qiluo's words.
Song Lingshan said with dissatisfaction, "Your aunt is talking to you, why are you ignoring her?"
Su Yu asked, feeling wronged, "Mom, can I speak now?"
ah!
Song Lingshan inwardly groaned, "This child is really too infuriating," she said angrily.
"Can!"
Su Yu said excitedly, "Thank you, Auntie! I love it!"
Song Qiluo asked gently, "Are you full?"
Su Yu nodded.
"Mmm, I'm full."
Song Qiluo handed the figurine to Su Yu and gently patted his head.
"Then take it and play with it."
Su Yu didn't dare to answer, but instead turned to Song Lingshan to ask for her opinion.
Song Lingshan nodded slightly, "Go ahead."
"Hehe, thank you, Mom!"
Su Yu excitedly picked up the figurine and quickly left the restaurant, heading to the play area that Song Lingshan had set up for her.
This is a paradise for every child, with a wall of collectible figurines, another wall of comics, various game consoles, racing cars, and a huge castle built with LEGO bricks.
Song Qiluo sat down next to her sister, feeling upset as she recalled her sister's attitude towards Su Yu.
"Sister, I think you're being a bit too harsh on Xiaoyu. He's still so young, I don't think you should always be so mean to him."
Strangely enough, at first he didn't have any feelings for Su Yu, and even felt a bit repulsed by him, thinking that he was a burden to his sister.
Without him, my sister would be more relaxed and free.
Moreover, she has never liked children, thinking they are low-IQ, childish brats.
But for some reason, as time went by and she spent more and more time with Su Yu, she grew to like him more and more.
I think he is the best treasure in the world.
Every move she makes is so cute, and she's lively and cheerful, like a moving glutinous rice ball, so soft, cute, and cuddly.
Song Lingshan put down her chopsticks and said helplessly.
“If I don’t take care of him, he’ll be out of control, you know? He’s always chatting with other people during class, and the teachers have complained about it more than once. He’s not only a chatterbox at school, but he also keeps talking at home, even while eating. I’m so annoyed. You’re not with him every day, so of course you don’t know how I feel.”
Song Qiluo said with a smile.
"Being talkative isn't a bad thing; it's better than being autistic."
Song Lingshan rolled her eyes. "That's not how you make a comparison."
Song Qiluo insisted.
“I really don’t think this is a big problem. It’s great that he’s lively and cheerful. Look how optimistic and sunny he is. I was worried that if he were as insecure and sensitive as Su Luo, it would be difficult to handle. Isn’t it great that he is like this now!”
She felt that this child was truly blessed by God, inheriting the beauty of Song Lingshan and Su Luo, as well as the optimism and cheerfulness that neither of them possessed—it was simply extraordinary.
Hearing what my sister said...
Song Lingshan's expression suddenly turned serious, and she said in a low voice.
"He asked about his dad again today. He's been asking a lot lately. I think maybe he's just trying to appear optimistic and cheerful..."
Before he started school, he didn't ask much about his father, but since he started school, he's asked more often.
It's obvious that my friends all mentioned their dads, and many of my classmates' dads pick them up from school.
She can already imagine how her son will feel when he sees other classmates being picked up and dropped off by their fathers.
Song Qiluo could no longer laugh, and asked with a worried expression.
"Sister, are you really not going to tell Su Luo? Are you going to keep it from him forever? It's been five years, his illness is almost cured, and he's really with Ye Xiaoman now. If you don't tell him now, he might even get married by now."
She saw how hard her sister had worked over the past five years and felt deeply for her.
Raising children is not something that can be done simply by having money; you can't just wash your hands of it and hand your child over to someone else to take care of.
When her child was an infant, Song Lingshan was worried that the child would not be close to her in the future, so she did not hire a postpartum nanny and took care of the child herself.
When they get a little older, it will finally be time to let go a little.
No matter how busy Song Lingshan was with her company, she would always put aside her projects and stay by her child's side to take care of him wholeheartedly when he had a cold or fever.
You also need to cultivate your child's hobbies and discover their talents; these are all things that require a lot of effort.
Song Lingshan said casually.
"Let him get married, he doesn't care about me anymore anyway, why should I bother him?"
In the early stages of her pregnancy, she considered going to Su Luo, but she held back. Now that so much time has passed, she has gotten used to raising the child alone.
Song Qiluo stared at her sister's dim eyes and said earnestly.
"Then tell me the truth, do you have feelings for him?"
Song Lingshan smiled calmly.
"Yes, but it's meaningless now."
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