Wu Pengpeng was distracted by his laughter. It was as if a fawn had suddenly dashed into her chest, panicking and running around wildly.
She instinctively raised her hand to press on her pounding heart.
What did he mean by that? Did he want to be the baby's father or... her husband?
Before Wu Pengpeng could say a word, He Qianshan had already carried the baby in his arms and pushed the door open to enter.
Aunt Tang was arranging flowers in the living room. Hearing the sound of the door opening, she looked up and saw He Qianshan coming in with a baby in his arms, followed by a shy - looking Wu Pengpeng.
The scene was overly harmonious, and Aunt Tang was a bit dazed.
"Aunt Tang," He Qianshan greeted first, then said to the baby in his arms, "Say hello to grandma."
The baby greeted in a milky voice, "Hello, grandma. My name is Yan Zixin. You can just call me Xinxin."
Aunt Tang's heart as a grandma was almost melted by his words. She responded repeatedly, "Hey, hello, Xinxin!"
The more she looked at the baby, the more she liked him. Her smile was about to overflow from her wrinkles as she said, "Xinxin is so cute! What a round face, such big eyes, and such long eyelashes. Do you want to eat some fruit?"
Little Yan Zixin maintained a reserved smile that didn't match his age under Aunt Tang's series of compliments.
It wasn't until he heard the word "fruit" that he swallowed his saliva and nodded firmly, "Yes!"
Wu Pengpeng was amused by his gluttonous look and let out a soft laugh.
The baby immediately looked over sensitively, with a look of bewilderment on his face as if asking "Did I do something wrong?"
Before Wu Pengpeng could say anything, she received a slightly reproachful look from He Qianshan.
He carried Yan Zixin to the sofa and sat down, then placed him on his lap. He took out his phone and said gently, "Now I'll order some milk for you. Okay?"
The baby was immediately healed by his words and nodded cheerfully, "Okay, thank you, uncle."
As he said that, he tilted his head and kissed He Qianshan on the cheek.
He Qianshan seemed to be startled by his action and subconsciously looked up at Wu Pengpeng.
Wu Pengpeng was also shocked by the baby's action. Why did this style seem so familiar?
She frowned and thought for a while before she belatedly remembered that she had also suddenly kissed He Qianshan when she first met him.
This... perhaps it was true that like mother, like son?
Wu Pengpeng awkwardly touched her nose and walked over, reaching out her hand to the baby, "Xinxin, come to me. Don't always pester Uncle He."
Although He Qianshan had always been gentle and gentlemanly to her, Wu Pengpeng knew that in essence, he was a rather cold - hearted person who always kept a distant distance from others.
Sometimes, when Wu Pengpeng saw him talking to people around him, even though he had a smile on his face, he seemed to be without warmth.
He didn't like to be close to others.
Wu Pengpeng had realized this a long time ago, so she had always grasped this measure well, which was why He Qianshan hadn't grown tired of her.
However, the little baby obviously didn't have this kind of discernment. He liked He Qianshan so much that he wanted to stick to him. He even dared to take advantage of him.
If it weren't for He Qianshan's good self - restraint, the baby might have been thrown out the door by now.
However, little Yan Zixin didn't understand his mother's painstaking efforts at all. He wrapped his arms around He Qianshan's neck and turned his head to the side, showing his disgust for her with his actions.
Hey, this little kid!
Wu Pengpeng reached out to pull him off He Qianshan, but He Qianshan dodged backward with the baby in his arms, successfully avoiding Wu Pengpeng's clutches.
Seeing Wu Pengpeng's shocked face, he smiled and said, "It's okay. Let him be."
Then he looked at the baby in his arms indulgently. If someone who didn't know the truth saw this, they might think he was the baby's real father.
Wu Pengpeng was rebuffed. She walked to the single - seat sofa on the other side and sat down. She took out her phone, looking for things to spend money on while watching the two "lovey - dovey" people opposite.
Soon, Aunt Tang had asked the kitchen maid to wash some nice fruits. She peeled them, cut them into small pieces, skewered them with small forks, and put them on a plate to bring them up.
When Yan Zixin saw the delicious food, his eyes immediately lit up, and he even swallowed his saliva rather disgracefully. However, he still politely said, "Thank you, grandma."
Aunt Tang was so happy that her teeth were barely visible. She put the fruit plate in front of him and said with a beaming smile, "Good boy, eat quickly!"
So He Qianshan started his feeding work. He skewered the fruit for the baby and wiped his mouth with a tissue from time to time.
His expression was gentle and patient, completely the image of a perfect father.
Wu Pengpeng felt rather melancholy as she watched. How had she become a mother with a child?
"Pengpeng," Aunt Tang sat over at some point and asked in a low voice, "What's going on with this child?"
Wu Pengpeng withdrew her gaze and looked at Aunt Tang. She told the truth, "I can't explain this clearly either. But, he is probably my son."
Aunt Tang was very surprised, "Probably your son?"
Wu Pengpeng nodded, "Yes. I don't remember exactly what happened because I was injured. But there is a photo of us on him."
As she said that, she glanced in He Qianshan's direction. The baby's mouth was stuffed full, looking like a cute little hamster.
The little hamster was still holding two grapes in his chubby little hands and was sending them to He Qianshan's mouth.
He Qianshan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to eat.
The little hamster was unhappy. With his mouth full of food, he babbled a long string of words and offered the round grapes again.
He Qianshan smiled helplessly, then bit the grape.
Only then did the little hamster smile satisfactorily. He then pressed his juice - stained mouth to He Qianshan's face and gave him a "smack" kiss.
He Qianshan wasn't annoyed. He just smiled indulgently and continued his feeding work.
Many years later, when Wu Pengpeng told little He Tiantian about his father's time as a father, six - year - old He Tiantian was completely shocked. Was this still the He Demon King who frowned at him every day?
He Tiantian was very aggrieved. He hugged his bottle and went to question his father, "Why were you so gentle with Brother Xinxin, but as soon as I get close to mom, you can't wait to throw me out?"
The He Demon King was planting the Endless Summer hydrangeas that Wu Pengpeng liked in the yard. Hearing this, he didn't even lift his eyelids and said matter - of - factly, "Because he is your mother's son."
He Tiantian was very shocked, "Aren't I your mother's son?"
The He Demon King gave him a cold look, "You are my son."
At that time, when he suddenly learned that Wu Pengpeng had a son who came out of nowhere, he was actually very panicked. He was afraid that out of her maternal instinct, she would put the child first.
If the child didn't like him even a little bit, then he might never have a chance to get close to her again.
He loved her so much that he loved everything about her even more.
Little He Tiantian was so aggrieved that he cried and wanted to go find his mother.
Before he had taken two steps, he was grabbed back by the He Demon King, who threatened him in a low voice, "Don't disturb your mother's nap. If you cry again, go dig the ground for me!"
He Tiantian covered his mouth with his little hand to hold back the sobs in his throat and looked at the He Demon King with tear - filled eyes.
The He Demon King suddenly laughed. He threw down the hoe, squatted down, and wiped He Tiantian's tears, "You're a man. You have to protect your mother with me. How can you always cry?"
Then he made He Tiantian's fair little face look like a little cat.
At that time, Wu Pengpeng was standing on the upstairs looking at them. As she watched, she cried.
And at this moment, looking at the two people not far away, Wu Pengpeng laughed, "Moreover, he looks quite like me."
Aunt Tang also turned to look and agreed, "Yes, he looks exactly like you when you were a child."
Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she turned her gaze to Wu Pengpeng, "What about his father?"