Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!
Chapter 41 - 041 He is not out of touch with society

Chapter 41: 041 He is not out of touch with society

"If it were to meet you, I would certainly stand up from the wheelchair and run towards you."

Somehow, as everyone witnessed the medical miracle before them, this sentence came to mind...

Silence.

The silence filled the live broadcast this morning.

There was a full two-second pause in the barrage of comments, before they wildly resumed.

[What? So her son isn’t disabled?]

[Fishing for attention and sympathy, huh? Yan Yueqing really understands how to play the game of popularity!]

[What does the little baby know about popularity? Isn’t it just Yan Yueqing telling him what to do, and he does it!]

[Using her own son, does she deserve to be a mother?]

[Brothers, good job, Bitch Yan deserves to be scolded! But pay attention when you scold, if anyone curses at Yan Wang, don’t blame me for getting involved.]}

[It’s so unfair, why does someone as bad as Yan Yueqing have such a beautiful son, and I have nothing? How about you consider giving your son to me to raise, Yan Yueqing, he’ll definitely grow up plumper and whiter than with you T^T]

[What’s the camera crew doing? Baby Wangwang is getting away, don’t just stand there, hurry up and follow!]

Che Ting saw this comment and seemed to snap out of it, motioning for everyone to enter.

The living room was spacious, the hallway quite long.

Several bedroom doors opened simultaneously, casting sunlight on the marble floor, creating a dreamlike filter of beauty as the mother and son stood there.

Yan Yueqing had just taken a bath, her long and curly black hair draped behind her head, the ends slightly damp.

Seeing them, she said politely, "You’ve arrived, please make yourself comfortable."

Then she squatted down, eye-level with Yan Wang, her tone exceedingly gentle, "I remember just putting a hair tie on the table, did Baby Wangwang see it?"

Yan Wang’s cool lips curled into a faint smile.

He lifted his hand, pulling at his sleeve.

A slender wrist revealed itself, adorned with a black hair tie tied in a bow.

[What’s with the camera angle? Zoom in, zoom in!]

[Holy crap, my boyfriend is 28 and has never worn my hair tie! How old is this little guy? And he’s already wearing a hair tie willingly?]

[Did he just smile, right? It was brief, but I saw it!]

[Why is there such a warm and adorable baby, wuwuwuwuwuwu, so he’s not out of touch with society, he just doesn’t want to interact with strangers T^T]}

Yan Yueqing surprised, "So it was Baby Wangwang who picked it up for mommy? Well done!"

As she spoke, she carefully took the hair tie from her son’s wrist, quickly tying her hair back, then turned her head to ask, "How does it look? Pretty?"

Yan Wang gazed intently for two seconds, his expression full of focus.

After pondering for a moment, he reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out a sparkling hair accessory, and nestled it into his mother’s hair.

The already dazzling beauty was further accentuated by the sparkling hair accessory, shining even brighter.

Yan Yueqing felt sweetness in her heart, "Thank you, baby!"

The barrage of comments was about to faint.

[How can there be such a capable kid?! On the outside, a cold ice mountain, but underneath, a tender and attentive warm man?! Is it too late for me to have a daughter now?]

[Move aside, don’t fight with me! Baby Wangwang, look at aunty, I’m only 20, I can wait another ten years for you!]

[Damn, my maternal love just flipped on the spot.]

[Who said earlier that Yan Yueqing was using her son to whitewash and gain popularity? Does this need any boosting? I hereby declare, I could watch this kind of daily life for a hundred episodes!]

[You aren’t alone!]

Having made up his mother, Yan Wang felt cheerful, obediently returned to the wheelchair, and with a few light taps, began to navigate the living room.

Yan Yueqing asked with a smile, "What does baby think of this wheelchair?"

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