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Chapter 195: The Young Master’s Gift

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: The Young Master’s Gift

This was the first time Yan Han heard the little boy call him. His crisp voice fell on Yan Han’s ears and became the most pleasant sound he had ever heard in his life!

"Good boy!"

Yan Han was so excited that he immediately squatted down and held his son tightly in his arms. He was about to steal a kiss, but the little boy wriggled out of his embrace, stretched out his little finger, pointed at the two five-yuan pillows and ten-yuan blanket on the sofa, and said happily.

"Daddy, those pillows and blanket are for you!"

Yan Han was immediately petrified!

You see, Eldest Young Master Yan has always had extremely high demands for what he uses, eats, lives in, and wears since he was young. Apart from looking good and comfortable, the most important point is cleanliness!

From the moment he carried the pillows and blankets from the bargain area to the cashier and paid, he was already imagining countless germs crawling all over him. If it weren’t for wanting to please his little ancestor, let alone asking him to carry these items, he would have felt disgusted even touching them.

When he went shopping, he was just impulsive, only thinking that his son said it’s good and it’s alright. He never considered, what’s the use of these cheap street stall goods, which he usually finds disgusting, once he brought them home?

He didn’t mention that these items had no packaging and were just casually dumped on the street. Numerous older women were turning them over and pulling at them with their hands which had handled vegetables and picked fish. And now, he has to use them?

He really has to use them?

Yan Han felt as if he was crawling with caterpillars, disgusting and uncomfortable at the thought of having to sleep with his head on a pillow perhaps full of germs and a dirty seeming blanket over his body.

"Baby boy..." Yan Han tried to plead with his precious son.

The little boy appeared more pitiful than him as their eyes met, blinking at Yan Han accusingly.

"Daddy, you don’t like them?"

Before Yan Han could say anything, the little boy fluttered his eyelashes twice, then cast his eyes downward, speaking in a pitiful tone.

"Mommy said, a gift represents the giver’s intentions. Does Daddy think they’re not good enough?"

What could Yan Han say now?

No matter whether his son gave him pillows and blankets, or even a piece of dog poop, he would probably cradle it in his hand obediently and sleep with it!

Because that’s a gift from his precious son! A piece of his son’s mind!

No matter whether this intention is to make fun of him or to trick him, at the end of the day, the gift is physically in front of him.

"No, no...don’t cry, baby boy, Daddy likes it very much! Thank you, baby boy!"

Yan Han explained hastily and in order to express how much he really liked his gift, he cupped the little boy’s face in his hands and planted two heavy kisses on his rosy cheeks.

Hearing Yan Han’s guarantee, the gloomy look on the little boy’s face immediately disappeared. Like a clear sky after the rain, he ran over in front of Yan Bo with a big smile on his face, reaching out his little hand, palm upward, to Yan Bo.

"Grandpa, lend me fifteen yuan!"

Yan Bo and Mrs. Yan had just witnessed the entire process of the father-son confrontation. Seeing their wise and righteous son continuously retreating in front of their little grandson, only being left in the dust, they could not describe how amused they were.

The two old men were enjoying the show so much, clutching their stomachs, completely holding back their laughter. Now, seeing the little boy come over to borrow money with a serious face, they couldn’t hold back their laughter any longer.

The little boy, however, stood in front of Yan Bo with a beaming smile, waiting for his rich grandfather to lend him fifteen yuan with a wave of his hand.

Yan Bo finally managed to contain his laughter and asked Uncle Hai to bring over his wallet. Upon opening it and checking inside, he found that the smallest bill was twenty yuan.

"Baby boy, Grandpa only has 20 yuan, is that okay?"

The little boy shook his head indicating that it was fine, took the money, said "Thank you, Grandpa!", then ran over to Yan Han with the borrowed 20 yuan as fast as his little legs would carry him.

"Here, I’m giving your money back!"

Yan Han took the 20 yuan with a mixture of laughter and tears. The little boy withdrew his hand, clapped twice, and then generously said,

"Okay! You can keep the remaining 5 yuan and buy some lollipops!"

This time, Yan Bo and Mrs. Yan fell onto the sofa in laughter.

When all was said and done, those 5 yuan were arguably the "largest" sum of pocket money in Yan Han’s 33 years of life.

And his son was the most "generous" person he had ever met.

After giving his gifts and pocket money, the generous little boy ran back, threw off his shoes, climbed up onto the sofa like a monkey, leaned over Yan Bo’s back, and said,

"Grandpa, since I don’t have money, I will give you a back massage to repay the debt. Is that alright?"

Yan Bo didn’t really care about the 20 yuan at all. He was initially going to say there was no need to repay him but hearing the little boy’s proposal, he nodded hastily, "Good, good, thank you baby boy!"

Mrs. Yan looked at Yan Bo, who was closing his eyes and enjoying the back massage given by his grandson, with envy. She couldn’t help but ask the little boy,

"Baby boy, why didn’t you ask Grandma for money? Grandma also has a lot of money!"

Yan Bo smirked at Mrs. Yan, "Hehe, baby boy is closer to grandpa, isn’t he?"

On the other side, Yan Han looked at the 20 yuan in his hand and then at the two old people, shamelessly competing for their precious son’s favor. He was speechless.

Yet, deep down, he was extremely envious.

However, the baby boy did not respond to Yan Bo’s words. Instead, he leaned into Mrs. Yan’s ear and whispered, "Grandma, I will give you a massage later, free of charge!"

The little boy’s voice wasn’t loud. However, the other two Yan men in the room heard it loud and clear. Both were a bit jealous!

To the utter delight of Mrs. Yan, the biggest winner in life, she coddled her grandson with kisses and strokes affectionately. Then, a question came to her mind.

"Baby boy, what can you do with five yuan pocket money?"

It wasn’t that Mrs. Yan deliberately wanted to rub salt into the wounds but rather, she was genuinely curious.

The little boy scurried back behind Yan Bo and continued to work off his debt with manual labor. He gently beat Yan Bo’s shoulders with his small fists, turned his serious face toward Mrs. Yan, and said,

"Grandma, this you don’t know! Beibei brother said that the candy shop near his house sells lollipops for 50 cents! Five yuan..."

The baby boy stopped massaging, lowered his eyes, and started counting on his fingers with all seriousness, "Grandma, five yuan can buy ten lollipops!"

Mrs. Yan almost choked with laughter, "Son, remember to give one lollipop each to your dad and me out of those ten."

Yan Han had already neatly folded the 20 yuan note and put it in his wallet. He didn’t even lift his eyelids while his mother was mocking him, "It’s mine, don’t even think about it!"

Luckily, the little master only said that the pillow and blanket were for Yan Han’s use. He didn’t prohibit him from washing and sterilizing them.

The next day, on the luxurious bed in Eldest Young Master Yan’s bedroom, a pillow and blanket, both clearly street stall finds, made an abrupt appearance!