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Chapter 180: Who said I, your young master, am called Baby Boy?

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Who said I, your young master, am called Baby Boy?

He had stated this publicly! Including Qin Xiu and the rest, everyone believed that Zhu Qianying had gone abroad to further her studies.

He, Eldest Young Master Yan, could not afford the public knowing his newly-wedded wife had run away with his money shortly after their marriage.

At that time, Yan Han always thought he was invincible.

Especially ever since he took over the Yanhuang Group and the Tong Family, as the reputation and respect for him as Eldest Young Master Yan grew, so did his self-confidence, to the point of narcissism.

In his eyes, there was probably nothing in this world that could stop him.

But his wife ran off, and despite turning all possible places upside down, he found no hairs of hers.

He searched for five years, without the slightest news of her during this entire time.

If it wasn’t for her voluntarily sending their son back. He thought that maybe, he wouldn’t have any news about her for the rest of his life.

In the beginning, he resented Zhu Qianying for her decisiveness and detachment more than a few times in his heart.

How could she not even give him a chance to explain and just leave behind a pile of paperwork before she vanished?

But over time, he began to understand that the days spent waiting in hopelessness were almost like a slow-paced suicide.

And probably realizing the same, she had chosen to leave definitively, choosing to let go and start over.

He who got left behind, stayed on the spot, spending time looking and waiting as he had for five years. From the start, he had been hopeful, but gradually, he found himself becoming disillusioned until recently when he had clearly tasted despair.

Thankfully, just as he was considering to adopt two children for his parents if he could not find Zhu Qianying by next year, the little boy showed up!

Although, the little boy clearly did not want to acknowledge him as a father, but since he was willing to come back and accept him, it was just a matter of time.

Yan Han thought that after spending a day together, they were slowly developing a good relationship.

However, an unexpected visitor during lunch shattered his wonderful wishes.

Early in the morning, Yan Han woke up as usual at six o’clock. The little guy who had clung to him like an octopus in the middle of the night, raised his head halfway with sleepy eyes when Yan Han was attempting to carefully pry open his little claws gripping his robe, "Mommy..."

Yan Han rubbed his head, "It’s Daddy, can you go back to sleep for a while?"

He increasingly found the confused little boy adorable with his soft nasal voice when he spoke, and the dazed expression, he couldn’t help but give him a peck on the cheek.

The still confused little boy, without any sense of guard, let him do so, using his hand to pull at his robe and burying his face into his shoulder to rub against it, and then he sat up.

"No more lazy sleeping..." Despite the little boy not willing to even open his eyes, he was insistent.

Yan Han felt sorry for him, "How about Daddy sleeps with you for a bit longer?"

His heart’s balance tipped instantly. For him now, no matter how important work was, it could not compare to one ten-thousandth of his son’s importance.

"No more sleeping..."

The little boy decisively shook his head, propped himself up with his hand and coolly stood up, then padded to the end of the bed, suddenly a jump in mid-air and down from the bed safely.

Yan Han’s heart was in his throat, just as he quickly lunged over to catch him, the little boy had already bounced down from the bed, landing safely.

"Baby, do less of these dangerous things in the future!" Yan Han seriously lectured the little guy.

Yet, the little boy paid no attention to him, trotted around the bed to the other side, put on his slippers and dashed to the toilet, soon followed by the sound of water running.

The corner of Yan Han’s mouth couldn’t help but curve upward, apparently, he was in a hurry!

No wonder he was so grumpy about getting out of bed!

Eventually, the little boy still got out of bed with Yan Han. Yan Han went for a run, asking him if he wanted to join, and after a moment of hesitation, the little boy shook his head, refusing Yan Han’s invitation.

Yan Han was kind of disappointed, because he clearly saw a glimmer of excitement flash through the little boy’s eyes when he mentioned running together. Considering the little boy’s robust figure, it was obvious that, like his mother, he is fond of all kinds of physical exercise.

His refusal meant that he didn’t want to spend more time with his father, didn’t it?

Though disappointed, Yan Han did not want to force the little boy. He went for his run while the little boy was accompanied by Uncle Hai in the living room.

When he returned from his run, the living room was empty, but he faintly heard his son’s clear laughter coming from the direction of the kitchen.

Yan Han always held the motto that a gentleman should keep distance from the kitchen and usually bypassed it. But now, he had walked into the kitchen that he hated for the second time in less than twenty hours.

And both times, it was because of the little boy.

"Grandpa Hai, look, doesn’t this look like a little bird?"

As soon as he reached the entrance of the kitchen, he heard his precious son’s crisp voice. From the happy tone and demeanor, he could imagine how extremely happy the little boy must be at this moment.

Walking into the kitchen with big strides, Yan Han cast his gaze and saw the little boy standing at the kitchen counter, foot on a wooden stool, with something in his hand which looked like a plastic gun but not quite, at least, it looked strange and four-not-alike in Yan Han’s eyes.

At first, he thought it was a toy of the boy’s.

But when he saw the dough squeezed out on the kitchen counter into the shapes of flowers, little birds, and various other shapes, he had a vague sense of understanding.

"Son, what are you doing there? Show it to Daddy!"

At that moment, the happy boy making cookies with his flower gun immediately froze and turned to glare at Yan Han when he heard his father calling him.

"Who said I’m called son?"

With an angry demeanor, he looked nothing like the happy-go-lucky brat from moments ago.

Yan Han, who was used to his son’s special treatment of him, smiled and said, "Your mommy told me!"

"You’re lying!"

The little boy, puffing out his cheeks like a frog, threw these two words at Yan Han grudgingly, turned away, and continued making his cookies without paying any attention to Yan Han.

Yan Han was not angered by his son’s explicit dislike towards him. He sidled up to him, leaning forward to take a look at the cookies on the counter.

"They’re beautiful! Did mommy teach you?"

Yan Han was not entirely sure. It seemed like Zhu Qianying never made cookies. Instead, she seemed to enjoy making Chinese-style snacks more.

But, the boy didn’t answer him, instead, Uncle Hai answered, "Our eldest young master was taught by his mother-in-law!"

Hearing this, Yan Han felt dejected.

It turned out that the boy would rather speak to Uncle Hai about anything than to him, his father?

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