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Chapter 174: Yan Han is a Big Jerk

Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Yan Han is a Big Jerk

So Zhu Qianying taught the little boy to call Uncle Hai ’Grandpa Hai,’ but didn’t tell him to call me ’Daddy’?

He took a deep breath, told himself not to be angry, not to stoop to the level of that girl Zhu Qianying and this naughty child!

"Didn’t your mommy tell you who I am?" the begrudging Uncle Yan asked, his sour tone revealing jealousy, resembling more a child than the little boy in front of him.

The little boy twisted his head and disagreedly looked at him, "Of course she did!"

Yan Han’s face then relaxed a little. He cleared his throat, purposely softening his voice to appease the boy.

"Then call me Daddy!"

This time, the little boy ignored him again, turning his head, staring at the big garden on the outside terrace, as if both seeing and contemplating something.

With an uncharacteristic patience, Yan Han waited and waited, only to receive a vague comment from the young master.

"Mommy said you’re a big jerk!"

At first, Yan Han felt as if a wave of nausea surged up his throat, the bitterness spreading inside his mouth. He opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, but soon realized he couldn’t find any words to do so!

The color in his eyes darkened. Indeed, he was a big jerk!

She was right, and so was his son!

Uncle Hai, who was originally excited, was now rendered speechless by the awkward atmosphere between the two.

Yan Han no longer asked the boy to call him "Daddy." Instead, they silently walked into the dining room.

Worried that the young master might be hungry, Uncle Hai quickly ordered the servants to serve the young master’s food. After laying out the utensils for the young master, Uncle Hai remembered something.

"Young Master, don’t you want to eat something?"

Upon Uncle Hai’s reminder, Yan Han realised that he had not eaten lunch yet.

However, he didn’t even feel hungry.

Situations like this would have been impossible for him who adhered to regular meals five years ago.

Yet, now, they weren’t uncommon.

In fact, starting from five years ago, many of his body’s senses began to gradually lose control, becoming numb, even degenerating.

The body parts affected included his tongue which sensed taste, stomach that absorbed nutrition and signalled hunger, eyes that saw beautiful colours and ears that sensed wonderful sounds. Everything was dull.

The food that used to taste excellent, once eaten, didn’t retain its original flavor and felt like chewing wax.

The stomach, which needed regular meals before, seemed to have lost the ability to feel hunger. Sometimes, when he’s too busy to eat for an entire day, his stomach doesn’t react either.

His eyes frequently saw everything as a blanket of grey. Even a vibrant meadow appeared desolate in his sight.

His ears no longer enjoyed wonderful melodies. No matter how warm or romantic the tune, he heard it as a sorrowful lament. Even a tranquil melody would agitate him.

Apart from the surface, he was no different from five years ago.

But deep down, only he knew, that beneath the attractive surface, his flesh, bones and blood had been corrupted by an gnawing virus, turning them into a painful sight.

And that virus was named Zhu Qianying!

They say that many patients over time become their own doctors.

And it seemed to be the case for him.

After a prolonged suffering, he finally understood his condition. However, the medicine to treat his condition was rare. There was only one in the world, but if he could never find this medicine, perhaps, he would remain incapacitated for life!

"Cook me a bowl of noodles!"

After she left, he fell in love with noodles.

Specially, he enjoyed tomato beef noodles.

In these five years, his most frequently eaten dish was tomato beef noodles.

Each time, he would wait hopefully, but each time, the taste when eaten was always far from the delicious taste he remembered!

Thus, heindulged in hope and despair, continuously suffering!

But, he never grew tired of it!

Uncle Hai turned around to instruct the chef. He didn’t even ask Yan Han what type of noodle he wanted.

Because through these years, whether it was Uncle Hai or Qin Xiu, or anyone who understood even a little about Young Master Yan, everyone knew that tomato beef noodles was Young Master Yan’s favourite!

And moreover, the beef and tomatoes should be minced and added to soup! The noodles should be handmade, and rinsed in cold water!

But even when everyone followed Young Master Yan’s instructions, most of the times, after a few bites of the noodles, Young Master Yan would frown and ask them to take it away.

Everyone thought Yan was inflicting self-punishment, but no one knew the reason behind the punishment Yan liked to take upon himself!

Little Cutie seemed to be starved, and quickly grabbed his bowl confidently.

However, Zhu Qianying truly raised him well. Despite his apparent disdain for Yan Han, he didn’t immediately pick up his chopsticks. He looked at Yan Han, clearly seeking his approval.

Yan Han felt a warmth in his heart. He touched the boy’s head, "Go ahead, no need to wait for Daddy!"

Upon gaining permission, Little Cutie picked up a roast chicken wing with his chopsticks and placed it in his bowl.

Yan Han’s big hand gently lay on the boy’s head, The noon sun had allowed him to wear his hat, Yan Han only then realized how soft the little boy’s hair was. Even this simple touch felt hard to draw away from.

In fact, not just the little boy’s hair, there were many things, if he had tried to get past the surface and touched its core, then he might determine exactly what their true nature was.

Like his own feelings!

And Zhu Qianying as a person!

The little Cutie, who looked ready to feast with a chicken wing in his bowl, suddenly looked up at Yan Han and said, "I want warm milk!"

Yan Han immediately remembered That Zhu Qianying was also weird in the same way. She always needed a cup of warm milk while eating. Their son realy did inherit her trait!

He himself had blamed Zhu Qianying for this particular quirk. But now, he nodded his approval towards his son, "Okay, Daddy will heat it up."

With that, he got up from his seat and exited the dining room. He passed by several busy servants without saying a word. Instead, he personally entered the rarely used kitchen, and walked straight to the fridge and opened it.

"Young Master, what do you need? I’ll find it for you!"

The chef was taken by surprise with the young master’s unusual behaviour and turned around to help.

But Yan Han had already taken out the milk, "No need, I can do it."

The chef didn’t dare disobey, he extended his hand to take the milk from Yan Han, but Yan Han avoided his hand, "The little boy wants warm milk, I’ll make it."

This was his duty as a father, and perhaps, his privilege!