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Chapter 171: My Son with Ying’er

Chapter 171: Chapter 171: My Son with Ying’er

Indeed, Little Cutie’s beady eyes first took a tour around Yan Han’s face, and then they scanned the surrounding parking lot.

Yes, indeed, it’s huge!

After Little Cutie had assessed the situation, he made up his mind.

"Humph, it’s nothing great to have long legs. Wait and see, I assure you that my legs will be longer than yours in the future!" Little Cutie muttered, but, indeed, he willingly threw himself into Yan Han’s arms.

Yan Han had never seriously held a child before. Holding Little Cutie’s soft body made him sweat unnecessarily from both anxiety and his palms!

The child’s body released a faint scent of milk. Yan Han used to find this smell extremely annoying, but now, he wished he could bury his face in the child’s neck and take a big whiff!

However, a person of Yan Han’s stature, the Eldest Young Master, would never behave in such a disgraceful manner.

"Hmm, you assure me that your legs will be longer than daddy’s in the future!" he simply responded in a good-natured tone to the little boy’s provocation.

Unknowingly, the Eldest Young Master became a parrot, echoing every word.

Despite being held by him, the child stubbornly twisted his face away, refusing to look at Yan Han.

Yan Han, feeling emotions too complex to describe, did not mind the child’s rejection.

Moreover, he was still caught in the excited and self-blaming emotions, so much so that he probably wouldn’t mind even if the child were to hit or yell at him now.

The driver, who had been waiting by the car all morning, was quite surprised to see his master holding a child.

"Sir, whose child is this?"

As far as his memory served, Yan Han always avoided children and women. Could it be that the sun rose from the west today?

"Mine!" Yan Han replied, bending down to put the child into the car.

Astonished, the driver gapes without being able to utter a word, then leans over to check out the little cutie who looks like a beautiful porcelain doll sitting inside.

When he got a clear view of Little Cutie’s face, which looked identical to his master’s, the driver finally believed it!

Even though he accepted the truth, it would take him some time to adapt to this reality.

Until the car left the parking lot, the driver frequently stole glances of the little young master, who turned a blind eye to their master, through the rearview mirror!

Little Cutie, either tired or not wanting to deal with Yan Han, remained silent after getting in the car. He unzipped his backpack, pulled out his earphones, put them on, held his backpack tightly against his chest, closed his eyes, leaned his head, and completely ignored Yan Han.

Yan Han didn’t seem to mind the boy’s impolite actions. Instead, he tilted his body and stared at his innocent face without blinking for quite a while.

Little Cutie did ignore Yan Han in the beginning due to a little tantrum, but not far from their departure, his head which was leaning against the back of the seat started to droop.

Yan Han, who had been closely observing him, gently patted his face. Seeing no reaction, he decided to cradle him on his lap, ensuring that the boy could comfortably sleep in his arms.

He didn’t know if the boy was really exhausted, or if he was just like his mommy who sleeps so heavily she’s almost like a log, but the child didn’t wake up even once till they reached the Yan Family parking lot.

As Yan Han walked in with the sleeping boy, Uncle Hai, who came to greet them, shared similar reactions as the driver.

"Young Master, is this child...?" However, the veteran Uncle Hai maintained his composure far better than the driver.

For a moment, Uncle Hai thought that the child Yan Han was holding could be the child of the eldest son of the Ji family.

"My son!" Yan Han whispered, probably not to wake the child sleeping soundly in his arms.

Despite Yan Han’s low volume, Uncle Hai, with his sharp ears, heard his words loud and clear.

Unable to maintain his composure this time, Uncle Hai’s face was filled with disbelief and other complicated emotions.

"Young Master’s son? But...but...he is..."

Cutting him off with a stern glance, Yan Han warned, "Don’t overthink! He’s my son with Ying’er!"

After saying this, he no longer paid attention to Uncle Hai, who was standing motionless and stunned on the spot. Yan Han strode up the stairs.

Uncle Hai stood where he was, not snapping out of his stupor until Yan Han had disappeared from sight, carrying the little boy upstairs.

His hands trembling, he quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number. He hadn’t even let the person on the other end speak before he began to yell excitedly into the phone.

"Madam! Madam! You and your husband need to come back immediately!" His voice trembled noticeably!

"No! I’ll just get upset seeing that stinky boy!"

The loud and strong voice of Lady Yan came through the phone, her tone calm and composed as always, with a touch of resentment. She seemed completely unaware of Uncle Hai’s agitation and odd behavior.

Uncle Hai took a deep breath, attempting to calm his agitated emotions. However, when he spoke again, he still sounded noticeably shaky.

"Madam! The young master just returned with the little young master!"

"What?"

Lady Yan’s voice suddenly increased by at least several dozen decibels, startling Uncle Hai so much that he instinctively moved the phone further away from his ear. The enraged voice of Lady Yan still echoed from the phone, causing him pain.

"The little young master? Where did he go to find a little young master? It couldn’t be..."

"No, it’s not!" Uncle Hai quickly interrupted Lady Yan, afraid she would jump to conclusions. He hurriedly clarified, "The young master personally said that he is the son of his and Ying’er’s!"

Just as Uncle Hai finished his sentence, there was a busy tone on the other end of the phone line!

Across the globe, after hearing the shocking news, Lady Yan hung up the phone in a rush, and instantly sprung up from the sofa, dashing towards the veranda.

As she ran, she yelled, "Old Ye, Old Ye, purchase the flight tickets quickly; we’re going back to see our grandson!"

Yan Bo, who was peacefully doing Tai Chi on the veranda, turned around and looked suspiciously at Lady Yan.

"Grandson? Where did this grandson come from? Was he adopted?"

Lady Yan glared at him, "What adopted? It’s our good for nothing son and Ying’er’s son!"

Yan Bo froze in disbelief, "Xiao Han and Ying’er’s son? Did Ying’er come back? When did she have a son?"

With little patience left, Lady Yan dragged him by the arm, "Hurry up and book the tickets, we’ll talk about the rest later!"

Whilst Yan Bo went ahead with flight bookings, an excited Lady Yan hurried to pack her luggage, refusing assistance from the maids.

"Honey, the tickets are booked; we have a flight in two hours!"

In this short time, not only had Yan Bo booked the tickets, but he had also called home to get a clearer picture of the situation.

"Honey, Xiao Han said the grandson came back with Ying’er, but Ying’er... didn’t come back."

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