If You Could Hear My Heart
Chapter 1052 - Chapter 1052 Chapter 1052 Let Your Fourth Uncle Give You a

Chapter 1052: Chapter 1052: Let Your Fourth Uncle Give You a Hug Chapter 1052: Chapter 1052: Let Your Fourth Uncle Give You a Hug “…” Yu Weiwei gave him a glare and lowered her voice, “Li Beiting, could you be serious for once? Auntie’s still here!”

“Auntie left after eight o’clock in the evening,” Li Beiting said.

“So she hasn’t left yet, has she? Just be serious, for heaven’s sake!” Yu Weiwei scolded him.

“…” Li Beiting couldn’t help but snicker.

The nanny was busy tidying up and taking care of little Bun, making everything neat and orderly.

Though both Li Beiting and Yu Weiwei felt quite tired, even wishing they could cover their ears when little Bun cried, sweetness outweighed their exhaustion.

Especially when seeing little Bun laugh, Yu Weiwei was happier than anyone.

Li Beiting had put all his research work aside for the time being to take care of Yu Weiwei with undivided attention.

He cooked every meal by hand, knowing what Yu Weiwei liked and disliked.

Sometimes, he felt grateful that after all these years, they still came back together without any separation looming over them.

At night, after the nanny left, Li Beiting and Yu Weiwei tidied up and prepared to lull little Bun to sleep.

However, little Bun’s eyes were bright and untired, content playing on his own, showing no interest in sleep.

Yu Weiwei said helplessly, “What should we do? He’s probably going to fuss until midnight again.”

“There’s no way around it, just have to soothe him,” Li Beiting shrugged.

“Such high spirits, takes after who?”

“Takes after you, you’re the noisy one,” Li Beiting said.

“Fine, fine, he takes after me. Then let me tell you, little Bun was fathered by the old Wang next door.”

“…” Li Beiting’s face was instantly covered in black lines, but soon he laughed and said, “There’s no one surnamed Wang next door.”

Yu Weiwei immediately gave him a glare, but little Bun suddenly “giggled” and grinned from ear to ear.

Yu Weiwei loved to see him laugh the most; his laughter brought so much joy that it felt like her heart was blossoming.

Seeing his silly expression, Li Beiting immediately said with disdain, “Indeed, he takes after you, all silly when he smiles.”

“Li Beiting, there’s the door, get out!” Yu Weiwei pointed to the front door.

Little Bun laughed even harder, waving his arms and legs, his deep black eyes shining brightly.

“Not leaving, not leaving, wifey, let me have a kiss,” Li Beiting whined, and then he really did plant a kiss on Yu Weiwei’s cheek.

“…” Yu Weiwei glared at him, shameless.

While they were playing around, there were two “thumps”, and the door was knocked.

Yu Weiwei gave Li Beiting a look: “Who is it?”

“Probably some friend again.”

Li Beiting walked toward the door and asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s me.” A deep and hoarse voice came from outside.

This voice was all too familiar to Li Beiting; without a second thought, he went to open the door. However, he didn’t expect him to come.

As the door opened, indeed, there stood a man with a calm and composed expression, his entire being exuding an air of nobility and elegance.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” Li Beiting said with a smile.

“You already had him call me ‘Fourth Uncle’; how could I not come?” Shen Chi said, curling his lips in a faint smile, his voice steady and his expression calm.

After he spoke, he glanced into the room and, at that moment, his gaze met the little fellow in Yu Weiwei’s arms.

The little fellow, probably hearing some sound, curiously turned his head.

As Shen Chi’s gaze met those big, round eyes, a strange feeling stirred in his heart.

He wasn’t really used to interacting with children, and the Shen Family didn’t have any young kids. He always thought he wouldn’t like children, except for Chaomu’s baby.

But upon seeing the little fellow, he discovered that there’s something called paternal love, the deepest emotion hidden at the core of every man’s heart.

Yu Weiwei, although not particularly fond of Shen Chi, stood up out of politeness and called out, “President Shen.”

“Come in and sit,” Li Beiting invited Shen Chi.

Shen Chi nodded solemnly and followed Li Beiting into the room.

The room was filled with a unique scent of milk, a distinct smell that belonged to a baby’s room.

Li Beiting took the little bundle from Yu Weiwei’s arms and smiled, “Little Bun, look who’s here, your Fourth Uncle.”

As soon as Little Bun got close to Shen Chi, he stretched out his chubby little paws, trying to reach for Shen Chi.

Just a little more, almost there…

He was aiming for Shen Chi’s shirt collar, trying to touch it.

“Is his name Little Bun?” Shen Chi asked.

“Yes, it’s the nickname I gave him. Nice, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh.” The smile on Shen Chi’s lips grew even wider.

The little guy really was adorable, plump and fair, with little hands that were chubby and soft. His large eyes, very much like Yu Weiwei’s, blinked as if he could speak.

Whenever Shen Chi’s gaze fell on him, his hardened heart also began to melt away.

When Little Bun reached out to him again, he lifted his hand and gently caught Little Bun’s smaller one.

The little hand was warm to the touch, and as soon as Shen Chi grabbed it, Little Bun curled his fingers around Shen Chi’s and wouldn’t let go, showing surprising strength.

His toothless mouth opened into a silly smile directed at Shen Chi.

“Very cute,” Shen Chi said, touching Little Bun’s cheek.

Little Bun seemed to like Shen Chi a lot; he laughed even more joyfully whenever Shen Chi touched him.

Li Beiting never imagined that the usually taciturn and solemn Shen Chi would stare unblinkingly at a child and play with him.

This Shen Chi was more like a father.

It was just a pity…

If Chaomu’s child were still here, by now, Shen Chi could be bringing over his family of three.

Having never seen such a tender side of Shen Chi, Li Beiting looked down at Little Bun, “What do you say we let your Fourth Uncle hold you for a bit?”

Little Bun was still smiling, clutching at Shen Chi’s large hand without letting go, showing no particular response.

So, Li Beiting began seeking Shen Chi’s opinion, “Do you want to hold him?”

Shen Chi wore a look of disgust, “I don’t know how to hold a child.”

“Oh, then don’t,” Li Beiting said nothing more.

“Fine, just for a bit,” Shen Chi then said.

Li Beiting knew all too well that Shen Chi was one to have a heart different from his words, clearly desiring something while verbally declining it.

He had known Shen Chi for so many years, how could he not understand him?

“Come, come, come, Little Bun, let your Fourth Uncle hold you, he’ll give you a big red envelope,” Li Beiting said.

“…” Shen Chi was indifferent.

Little Bun curiously observed Shen Chi, his big eyes whirling around.

Li Beiting handed him over to Shen Chi’s arms and even specifically instructed Shen Chi on how to hold a baby.

When Shen Chi touched the softness of a little child in his arms, his heart pounded violently, a sensation he had never felt before.

It was the first time he was holding such a small child, a pity that it wasn’t his own baby.

So, this is what it feels like to hold a child.

He didn’t resist the feeling, on the contrary… he quite liked it.

Li Beiting complimented him, “Little Bun really likes President Shen.”

Shen Chi gave him a cold glance, as if to say, you talk too much.