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Chapter 330: It’s My Fault!

Chapter 330: Chapter 330: It’s My Fault!

For some inexplicable reason, Yan, who had just downed a mysterious amount of vinegar, was now staring enviously at the little boy sticking out his small buttocks against Zhu Qianying’s embrace.

"Baby boy, stop craving those little white rabbits all the time. Go wash your hands now and come to eat. Granny has made many delicious things for you!"

Chen Jing, who had always taken their son’s plump and rosy appearance as his biggest accomplishment, walked out of the kitchen, carrying a big steaming pot of soup in her hand.

"Wow, I finally get to taste Granny’s delicacies again, oh man, I feel like I am losing taste just by waiting!"

The little boy’s words earned him a rebuke from Zhu Qianying. "Baby boy, no swearing!"

The little boy stuck out his tongue and rolled up his eyelids at her, making a face, "I learned it from my brother... hehe..."

Zhu Qianying gave his butt a tap, urging him to wash his face. Seeing Yan Bo and his wife enter, Zhu Qianying immediately stood up and went over to help take the bag from the hands of the elderly couple.

"Are you Uncle and Auntie hungry? My mom has cooked a ton of dishes. You should go wash your faces, have something to eat and then rest."

The old Mrs. Yan smiled and nodded, giving her a big hug, "Indeed, daughters are more considerate. Xiao Han didn’t even give me a bottle of water during the journey."

Yan felt like he was under attack from both sides and he glared at the old Mrs. Yan, "Mom, you aren’t helpless. There was food and water in the car, do I need to serve you?"

The old Mrs. Yan snorted, "Look at what you’re saying. Isn’t Ying’er family too? You are clearly the one who is inconsiderate and careless, stop arguing back!"

Yan raised both hands in a gesture of surrender, "Alright alright! Next time you’re in the car, your son will take extra good care of you!"

The old Mrs. Yan chuckled, "That’s more like it!"

She playfully pinched Yan’s handsome face before she contentedly dragged Yan Bo to go wash their hands.

In the past, Zhu Qianying had always believed that Eldest Young Master Yan would project an awe-inspiring aura everywhere he went, vanquishing all opposition. But now, it seemed that his status in the family was probably that of a doormat.

In the living room, Zhu Qianying held the elderly couple’s bags and placed them in the storage cabinet, with Yan following her closely.

"Ying’er, you and mom didn’t have any issues, did you?"

Zhu Qianying turned her head and gave him a bright smile, "We’re all good! Brother Chen’s driving skills are simply off the charts!"

Yan’s eyes had now lost their previous light-heartedness, replaced by the markedly deep and intense emotions within them.

After a moment of silent eye contact, Yan reached out and lightly patted her shoulder.

"As long as you’re alright. You didn’t eat much at lunch, right? Let’s eat together. When the little boy takes his nap later, I want to talk to you about something."

Zhu Qianying nodded her head in agreement. Hearing the sound of the little boy’s footsteps running out, she left Yan and went to meet him.

"Come, let mommy check if your hands are clean."

The little boy proudly stretched out his hands in front of her, "Of course they’re clean...and they smell good too, just look, Mommy!"

Zhu Qianying bent down for a look, a smile forming at the corner of her mouth.

The little boy’s hands were covered in red scratches that were startling at first glance.

Even though these were superficial injuries, Zhu Qianying, being a mother, couldn’t help but feel a tremendous heartache.

"Baby, what happened to your hand?"

The little boy glanced down at his hand, initially startled, but quickly managed a smile at Zhu Qianying, "Nothing, really! I just fell once while skateboarding, it’s all fine now!"

With that, she quickly retracted her little hand, touching her own belly and changing the subject, "Oh dear, I’ve starved my baby boy. What delicious food has grandma prepared..."

Zhu Qianying thought she was a bit overly anxious. The wounds weren’t severe and after a few days, they wouldn’t even leave scars. But even so, it must have been very painful when he got hurt. The little boy didn’t say anything about it, and Zhu Qianying knew he must have kept it a secret to stop her from worrying.

Silently, Zhu Qianying stared at the little boy before wordlessly pulling him into her embrace.

"There is a lot of tasty food, go eat, baby boy!"

With a pat on the boy’s bottom, the little rascal took off sprinting towards the dining room as if pardoned from a crime.

Yan Bo had come over without her noticing, "He didn’t tell you?"

Zhu Qianying shook her head and stood up, "He didn’t say anything! This kid, at such a young age, has already learned to share happiness and hide worries..."

Zhu Qianying felt both gratified and a little heartbroken. The boy was only four-years-old, an age when he should cry when he wants and laugh when he wants. But he had learned so early to mask his feelings. In Zhu Qianying’s eyes, this precociousness was not necessarily a good thing.

In her own childhood, there hadn’t been much joy, so when she decided to give birth to this boy, she promised herself that she would give him a pure and happy childhood.

But it turned out that she hadn’t done a very good job.

So much so that he chose to bear it silently rather than complain or be pampered, all to spare her from worry.

Yan Bo gazed at her and heard her sigh quietly, feeling uncomfortable as well.

"Ying’er, you don’t have to blame yourself. If anyone is to blame, it’s me. I failed in my duty as a father, causing him to tough it out so young."

In fact, there was nothing wrong with the boy behaving this way; at least he was responsible and willing to bear his burdens. However, as parents, who wouldn’t want their child to bear less responsibility and burdens and grow up carefree?

Zhu Qianying silently gazed at him and after a moment suggested, "Let’s go eat", as if she didn’t want to delve deeper into this topic with him.

Truthfully, she knew she had no right to blame him for anything regarding the boy.

She just hoped it wasn’t too late to change things now.

"Ying’er, you don’t have to be too worried. Our baby boy might be more mature and capable of bearing responsibilities than other children his age, but he is a happy and healthy child. That is beyond doubt."

At times, Yan Bo had an uncanny ability to understand the human mind.

With his reassurance, Zhu Qianying found some relief.

As the two of them walked together into the dining room, the boy saw her and plead desperately.

"Mommy, Star is sick... Can I sleep holding Star?"

Only now, did Zhu Qianying realize that before the little boy had even entered the house, he had run to the dog house to check on Star.

"But, Star hasn’t been bathed in several days..." As a dad, Yan Bo cleanliness obsession took over.

"Can I keep it in the playroom? Grandma?"

The little boy suddenly understood. In this house, mom usually didn’t express her opinions much, so he turned to his grandmother.

The old lady had always succumbed to her beloved grandson’s requests. Facing her grandson’s eyes filled with pitiful pleading, she could only vigorously nod in agreement.

"It’s fine, the baby boy can sleep however he wants with it. Or else, do you want to sleep in grandma’s bed?"