Good Baby C42

Chapter 42

Most people in Miles’ family had golden hair—bright and striking.

Now, as a grown man standing there under An An’s scrutiny, he unconsciously straightened his posture, even holding his breath slightly, afraid that something about him might not meet this little ancestor’s standards.

Before coming today, he had specifically changed into a tailored suit and had a stylist fix his hair.

An An stared at him for a long time, momentarily forgetting to cry. He sniffled, tears still clinging to his face, then waved his tiny hand, signaling for Miles to come closer.

Miles walked over and crouched down. He wasn’t particularly good at winning over children, and back in his own family, he had often been the one people dismissed.

An An pursed his lips, then decisively reached out, grabbed a handful of Miles’ hair, and gave it a light tug before leaning in to take a sniff.

The sequence of actions left everyone in the room puzzled. But An An didn’t think anything of it. He glanced at his mother, then shifted his gaze back to that head of golden hair. Lowering his voice, he asked conspiratorially:

“Is it real?”

“It should be real. Why don’t you ask him yourself? An An is curious if your hair is real.”

Miles couldn’t quite keep up with the thought process of children, but since An An wasn’t crying, that was already a win. Even if the kid thought his hair was fake, Miles didn’t mind. He took An An’s small hand and let him tug harder, then answered,

“Mm, it’s not a wig.”

At this point, Miles still thought An An was questioning whether he had the same problem as many young men—early hair loss. So, he decided to prove otherwise with action.

“Did you dye it?”

Faced with this new skepticism, Miles was extremely grateful that he had a habit of keeping family photos. He pulled out his phone, found some pictures, and handed them to An An.

“No, it’s genetic. My father and several uncles all have golden hair. Do you like it? If you do, when you’re older, I can take you to dye yours too.”

As soon as he heard that, An An quickly wrapped his arms around his head and shook it. He thought he looked just fine as he was.

The people in the photos had golden hair and bore a resemblance to Miles. The little one, who had been doubting whether he had mistaken the scumbag’s appearance from the original storyline, now found Miles’ golden hair quite pleasing to the eye.

He stretched out his arms toward Miles and said in a soft, childlike voice:

“Hug~”

An An taking the initiative to get close to him made Miles incredibly nervous. In his rush to put away his phone, he accidentally dropped it on the floor. But he didn’t even glance at it—his stiff movements focused entirely on picking up An An.

He had never held a child before. He had even specifically practiced beforehand, but no amount of theory could compare to real experience.

The little one in his arms was soft and smelled faintly of milk. Miles felt like his whole body had gone rigid. He was even a little amazed—

An An wrapped his arms around Miles’ neck, nuzzled against him, and grinned widely.

“Hehe~”

He was so happy that he couldn’t help but drool a little. When he realized it, he smiled awkwardly at Miles, then quickly turned his head and puffed up his cheeks.

Hu Shuli came over with a tissue to wipe his drool and asked gently:

“Do you like this uncle?”

“Love him!”

As An An answered, he rubbed his head against Miles, wiggling happily. Miles hurriedly tightened his hold, afraid the child might fall, and finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Before coming, Miles had roughly guessed why Hu Shuli had brought him here. He also knew that whether or not this child liked him was crucial.

Judging by An An’s current reaction, his performance seemed to be going well.

An An clung tightly to Miles’ neck. There was a scent on this man that he liked very much, making him reluctant to let go.

At first, he had thought that as long as it wasn’t the scumbag from the original story who had hurt his mother, it didn’t matter who it was.

But now that this situation was actually happening, An An realized—not just anyone would do. He still had to be picky.

At this moment, the system pulled up Miles’ background information. He was the youngest son of a well-known foreign family, having inherited a considerable amount of wealth.

His parents and older brother doted on him, and his family environment was good. He also didn’t have any messy romantic history.

Overall, he was a pretty decent candidate. According to the system’s data analysis, his stats were among the best—second only to the protagonist.

“Su Su~”

Hu Shuli saw her son clinging to Miles and cleared her throat as a reminder. But when she heard what he called Miles, she rubbed her temples helplessly and corrected him:

“It’s ‘Uncle.’”

“Both are fine, either works.”

Miles quickly smoothed things over. Now that An An had stopped crying, everyone else went back to their own tasks.

The servants brought out fruit and tea, placing them on the coffee table. An An was still sitting in Miles’ lap when his little uncle handed him a big orange.

An An lowered his head and carefully peeled it. Though he was still small, his fingers were long and delicate, peeling the orange skin off cleanly.

Once he finished, he split the orange in half, handing one portion to his mother and the other to Miles. Then, he clapped his little hands together and sighed, as if this simple task had utterly worn him out.

“Thank you.”

“No problem~”

The oranges this season were still a little sour. Miles usually wasn’t fond of sour things, but today, he forced himself to swallow it. Looking down at little An An’s delicate face, he murmured softly,

“You already know how to peel oranges at such a young age? That’s amazing.”

An An covered his flushed face with his hands, let out a silly giggle, and hid to the side.

His features closely resembled Hu Shuli’s, especially around the eyes. However, because he was still very young, he appeared even more adorable.

Old Mr. Hu had always known how much Lili cared about An’an, so seeing An’an getting along so well with Miles finally put his mind at ease.

He never liked Song Yushu, having encountered too many people like him and could easily guess most of his thoughts. He knew that Song Yushu was interested in the advantages their family could provide and in his daughter’s youthful beauty.

An’an was such a smart and lovable child that even strangers who met him for the first time couldn’t help but develop a fondness for him. Given their blood ties, it was even more natural.

Putting himself in Song Yushu’s shoes, Old Mr. Hu understood that if he were in his position, he too wouldn’t want to miss such a golden opportunity—reconciling with Hu Shuli would mean securing both business support, a gentle and beautiful wife, and a smart, adorable son. He would have everything he could wish for!

The clearer he saw Song Yushu’s poor character, the more he wished Lili would get married soon so that the man would give up entirely.

After a while, when Hu Shuli went to accompany her grandmother while she took her medicine, Miles took An’an to play in the backyard. At this moment, Tiantian(Sweetie) and Sisi ran over as well.

An’an struggled to stand on the ground, placing one hand on each of their heads. Miles crouched beside him and asked softly, “Are these your pets?”

Wanting to get closer to the child, he actively engaged in his interests. However, An’an shook his head and replied, “No, they are… An’an’s best friends.”

“Oh? Then you must have a really strong bond with them.”

“Yes! An’an and Tiantian and Sisi are the best of friends!”

When little An’an spoke about his two companions, his face was full of pride. He hugged the cat in his arms while placing his other hand on the dog’s head, his eyes filled with pure happiness.

Miles, as an adult, naturally used an adult’s way of thinking. He saw the little boy holding his best friends, but what he thought of was the inevitable heartbreak An’an would face years later when they had to part ways. Perhaps that pain would teach him a valuable lesson about growth.

“What about me?”

“Susu is Mommy’s best friend!”

An’an categorized these relationships with absolute clarity. Seeing his proud little face, Miles ruffled his hair and praised him, “That’s right. You’re very smart.”

Hu Shuli watched the scene through a decorative screen. Miles was an incredibly gentle person with great patience for children.

Though he was younger than Hu Shuli, at this moment, anyone watching them interact would undoubtedly think—he would make a great father.

Whenever An’an got sweaty from playing, Miles would clumsily wipe it away for him. No matter what An’an said, even if he didn’t fully understand, he would always respond.

In this modern era, where people are practically inseparable from their phones, Miles hadn’t even bothered to pick up his after accidentally dropping it earlier. From that moment until now, all his attention had been on An’an.

Words could deceive, and actions could be faked, but subconscious reactions never lied.

Had Miles shown even the slightest flaw, Old Mr. Hu would never have allowed him to continue approaching his daughter. But now, seeing the way he treated An’an, Old Mr. Hu was quite satisfied.

After spending some time together, Miles and An’an gradually became more familiar with each other. An’an, who was initially quiet and well-behaved, had become much more cheerful and lively.

Miles could easily lift him high above his head, making An’an so excited that he couldn’t stop giggling. Compared to local men, foreigners often appeared stronger, and with that strength came a greater sense of security.

With Song Yushu, an utterly unreliable man in every way, serving as the comparison, and with Miles being genuinely outstanding, An’an had no resistance to the idea of his mother finding a new father. They were getting along extraordinarily well.

That night, An’an was left at his great-grandmother’s house while Hu Shuli and Old Mr. Hu had to return to work. When it was time to say goodbye, An’an’s teary-eyed expression was so pitiful that it made one’s heart ache.

No matter how many times she had been through this, Hu Shuli still felt reluctant every time.

Noticing her sadness, Miles took the initiative to mention that he planned to buy a villa near Hu Shuli’s grandmother’s house. The interior design was already underway, and once the blueprints were finalized, he would show them to her.

Old Mr. Hu saw through his intentions but chose to turn a blind eye.

As a seasoned father, he knew what to focus on and what to ignore.

At first, Song Yushu didn’t take Miles’ presence as a threat. He had faced countless competitors since starting his business, and every time, he had managed to come out on top.

He had never suffered real consequences; instead, those who had challenged him always ended up being humiliated. Over time, he had come to believe that no one could truly harm him. They were merely stepping stones sharpening his skills.

And out of all the people he had encountered, Miles was the one he hated the most.

Not only was Miles interfering with his business, but he had even stolen his wife!

Even if he couldn’t surpass Miles right now, Song Yushu was confident that he would make him pay in the future.

However, what he didn’t expect was that trouble would come knocking the very next day.

Old Mr. Hu had his reservations about taking action, and while the Huo family wasn’t particularly religious, they were somewhat superstitious, which made them hesitant and cautious in their decisions.

But Miles was different. He was a firm materialist—if someone dared to challenge him, he would never pretend nothing had happened.

The first sign of trouble for Song Yushu was that his business began to falter. Deals that had previously been verbally agreed upon suddenly fell through, and when he confronted his partners, they denied any prior arrangements.

Someone who admired Song Yushu eventually gave him a private heads-up: he had offended someone he shouldn’t have.

The Miles family indeed had a strong presence abroad, but that didn’t mean they were powerless domestically. Aside from their business expansions, many companies seeking to enter their country were willing to give them face in exchange for future favors.

The family was also well known for being fiercely protective. As soon as they heard that a man was trying to steal their youngest son’s girlfriend, even the family head personally stepped in to make a few calls.

Before this, their youngest son had always firmly declared himself a non-marriage advocate, saying it gave him more freedom. His father never agreed with this mindset, but since the worst-case scenario had already played out, he found himself holding a favorable impression of the woman Miles had chosen, even without meeting her yet.

Song Yushu’s company was still in its early stages and couldn’t withstand such a storm of suppression. His girlfriend wanted to help, but there was little she could do.

Her parents had already been deeply hurt by her past insistence on breaking off an engagement and couldn’t understand why she had chosen such a man. They had only given in because she had once threatened to take her own life, but parental love had its limits. After being worn down time and time again, they no longer had the patience to support her choices.

Now that they knew someone with significant backing was targeting Song Yushu, how could they possibly take the risk of offending such a powerful figure just to help him?

While Song Yushu was drowning in company troubles, the culprit behind his misfortune—Miles—was out having fun with An’an.

They visited a horse ranch in the city and happened to witness a mare giving birth. An’an, fascinated, stayed to watch for a long time.

Because Miles was a VIP member at the ranch, no one shooed them away.

An’an squatted there, eyes glued to the mare in labor. After a while, his legs started to ache, so he reached out toward his uncle. Miles picked him up and gave him a sip of water.

The experience was a bit dull for Miles, but he could tell An’an was completely enthralled. The little boy’s eyes never wavered for even a second.

It was An’an’s first time witnessing the birth of a new life. His heartbeat quickened with excitement, though he wasn’t quite sure why.

“You like it?”

Hearing this, An’an’s eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously. Of course, he liked it!

There was no need for further words. Miles’ assistant immediately understood and began contacting the ranch’s manager to discuss the next steps.

“This will be your third good friend,” Miles said. “But you might not be able to take it home.”

“Mm.”

An’an stared at the newborn foal for a long time before finally leaving when Hu Shuli called to ask when they would be back.

Hu Shuli had been in high spirits lately. With Song Yushu’s relentless harassment finally gone, she no longer had to worry about whether potential business partners had ulterior motives.

The only thing on her mind now was where Miles had taken An’an today and when they would finally return home.

At this age, children formed deep bonds with those they played with often. Miles’ large hand held onto An’an’s tiny one, walking with him from unsteady steps to confident strides.

On An’an’s second birthday, Miles’ parents and brother flew in from abroad to celebrate. The charming and well-behaved little boy instantly won their hearts. Miles’ mother was so taken with him that she gifted him a small estate on a whim.

But their visit wasn’t just about the birthday celebration—they also came to finalize the wedding date for Hu Shuli and Miles.

In the Miles family, there was no strict engagement tradition. As long as the couple decided to be together, a simple notification to their parents was enough.

However, they had learned that in China, it was customary for both families to meet first. Wanting to respect local traditions, they cleared their schedules and flew over—what one might call “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”

Hu Shuli preferred a traditional Chinese wedding, which, with its numerous intricate customs, was nothing short of overwhelming.

Every time she finished handling wedding matters and saw her son lying on the dog while cuddling a cat, she found herself echoing her little uncle’s thoughts.

“There are only ten-something years left until the high school entrance exams—how can he sleep so soundly?”

“Mommy?”

An’an, half-dozing as he listened to opera with his great-grandfather, perked up at the familiar sound of footsteps. Confirming that it was indeed his mother, he immediately lost interest in the cat he had been petting and eagerly reached out for a hug.

Lately, Hu Shuli had been so busy with wedding preparations that she had neglected spending time with An’an.

Although the little boy never complained, deep down, he was a little upset. He clung tightly to his mother like an octopus, wrapping both arms and legs around her.

“Mommy, you don’t have to convince me.”

Hu Shuli, who had been ready to shower her son with affection, paused in confusion. She held An’an as she walked toward the resting area, asking, “Convince you about what?”

“Even though I really like Uncle, you have to get married first before I can call him Daddy.”

Worried that his mother might not understand, An’an earnestly waved his little hands in the air, mimicking the shape of a booklet.

“A marriage certificate! Red, a little book!”

Miles walked in just in time to hear this. He had never expected An’an to understand so much. Smiling, he handed over a small gift bag.

“Your favorite cakes from that bakery. Call me Daddy, and I’ll let you have a taste.”

If An’an hadn’t made that previous statement, Miles wouldn’t have teased him like this.

An’an, still clinging to his mother’s neck, turned his head away stubbornly. He refused to compromise on such an important principle!

“Alright, alright,” Miles laughed. “You can have it even without calling me Daddy.”

Most of the things that suited An An’s taste were not to Miles’ liking. If Miles didn’t give them to him, no one else could have them either. An An was well aware of this, which was why he dared to act so recklessly.

Temporarily distracted by the small cake, An An sat on a little stool, leisurely swinging his legs. As he ate, he suddenly thought of the system and asked about the missions in this world.

The system was deeply moved upon hearing An An’s question.

The missions themselves weren’t too difficult. Most of the mission targets were already quite capable; they only needed a little seed of hope when they were at their lowest. With just a gust of wind, that seed of hope would sprout and grow strong.

It could request higher-difficulty missions for An An, which would also yield more mission points as rewards, but for now, the system was reluctant to do so.

The system loved seeing the little one it raised being well cared for, having a happy family and loving parents.

【Host, your mission completion rate is very high. Please rest assured.】

As long as the host didn’t suddenly feel sorry for his biological father and do something inappropriate, An An only needed to grow up safely.

For this wedding, Grandpa Hu had spared no expense. The domestic ceremony was mostly attended by his friends, though Miles’ parents were also present.

To Grandpa Hu, this wasn’t just a simple wedding—it was the perfect opportunity to showcase his strength to his future in-laws.

The best wedding planners were hired, and every detail was meticulously checked multiple times to ensure there would be no mishaps during the event.

An An participated in nearly every rehearsal. Miles never minded An An’s presence—not at the start and certainly not after spending a year together.

In fact, Miles felt that even if they had more children in the future, An An’s place in his heart would remain irreplaceable.

He was more than happy for An An to witness their happiness.

After long preparations, the wedding day finally arrived. During the lengthy rituals at the beginning, An An lay on his little uncle’s chest and slept soundly.

Huo Si had only one task: to take care of little An An.

Having always been well cared for, An An had now grown into a chubby little ball—round and extremely adorable.

However, with age, he no longer appeared as soft and easy to push around as when he was younger. Now, only when he was asleep could anyone dare to poke at him.

At that moment, Hu Shuli’s mind unexpectedly wandered to her past marriage.

No guests, no wedding, not even the most basic ceremony. It had been a hasty decision to follow Song Yushu.

Back then, she had felt resentful and had brought up the idea of having a proper wedding, but every time, Song Yushu dismissed it, saying their financial situation wasn’t good and that there was no need to waste money on such things.

This time, Hu Shuli didn’t say much. She had only vaguely shared a fantasy with Miles. Yet, what Miles and her father had prepared for the wedding far exceeded anything she had ever imagined.

In her Chinese-style wedding dress, complete with a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, Hu Shuli was breathtaking. Normally, she rarely wore such vibrant colors, but now that she had, she looked stunning—so much so that Miles couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Just then, An An woke up. Seeing his mother standing there, his big eyes widened in amazement.

The little boy let out a soft, milk-scented “Wow,” instantly drawing the attention of many guests.

More and more people began to notice the bride. Hu Shuli was indeed beautiful, and Miles was incredibly handsome—standing together, they were a match made in heaven.

An An ran over, took his mother’s hand, and shot a wary glance at Miles.

He hadn’t thought much about it before, but now, all of a sudden, he felt a little unwilling to let go. He placed himself protectively in front of his mother and muttered softly:

“Mommy is beautiful… Mommy is mine!”

Miles crouched down in front of An An, gently pinching his chubby little cheeks. Before An An could frown and get upset, Miles spoke first:

“An An is adorable… and he’s mine.”

“Hmph~”

Miles’ response was acceptable, but An An still wasn’t happy with him. When Grandpa Hu picked him up, he even struggled, wanting to go back.

The wedding ceremony officially began. During the couple’s bow to each other, An An stood to the side, looking grumpy.

When the officiant called for the couple to bow, Hu Shuli was about to lower her head when a familiar voice suddenly called out—

“Shuli!”

At the same time, as if sensing something, An An gently tugged at his mother’s clothes.

Hu Shuli hesitated for a brief moment, but then, her actions became firm.

In that instant, countless memories flashed through her mind—meeting Song Yushu during her university volunteer work, later insisting on being with him as if possessed.

The contrast between Song Yushu and Miles was stark.

Now that she had experienced being truly cherished, all those past dismissals seemed laughable.

As Hu Shuli bowed, someone declared, “Ceremony complete.”

At that moment, she felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

An An was still clutching her clothes, reluctant to let go.

Miles simply walked over, picked him up directly, and before An An could react, he planted a firm kiss on his chubby cheek.

An An was horrified. He rubbed his face with the back of his hand, his little mouth pouting in extreme dislike.

Miles knew An An all too well—aside from Hu Shuli, An An absolutely hated being kissed by anyone else. That’s exactly why Miles found it so amusing.

“An An, can you call me Daddy now?”

An An turned his head away.

If it weren’t for the fact that Mommy looked so pretty today and couldn’t carry him, he would’ve kicked Daddy right off the stage!

……

After the wedding, Hu Shuli seemed to have become much clearer-minded. Many things that she couldn’t figure out before suddenly made sense. Previously, she had an inexplicable instinctive fear of Song Yushu, as if opposing him would lead to consequences she couldn’t handle.

But now, things were different. She suddenly realized that no matter what happened, Song Yushu was just an ordinary person like her.

If their businesses ever crossed paths, Hu Shuli would no longer avoid him deliberately. Instead, she would confront him head-on without hesitation.

After all, this was the business world—anyone would agree that there was nothing wrong with her approach. It was simply a matter of skill and ability.

After getting married, Miles remained just as unambitious as before. He spent all day at home with An’an, showing no interest in advancing his career.

His parents had no objections to this arrangement. They only reminded him that, when possible, he should bring Hu Shuli and An’an back home to visit them.

Some might consider such a man undesirable, but Mr. Hu couldn’t be more satisfied.

Meanwhile, Song Yushu’s company was already struggling, and things only got worse when he kept running into Hu Shuli in the business world. Initially, he thought that since they had once been married, he could afford to be a little lenient.

But as time went on, he realized something was wrong—no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t gain an advantage.

If not for these business confrontations, Song Yushu might never have realized just how talented Hu Shuli was. He had never even considered her a threat before, but now he had to admit that she had an incredible gift for business.

Song’s mother had nothing to feel smug about either. Song Yushu could no longer live the life of luxury he had in the original storyline, surrounded by women. His only girlfriend was now throwing tantrums over real-life issues.

To temporarily hold onto her, he had no choice but to get legally married.

From the moment Hu Shuli and Miles got married, the world was no longer centered around Song Yushu like in the original story. Most women, knowing he was married, wouldn’t even consider getting involved with him.

Even when he actively pursued them, they weren’t necessarily interested. Women who had received proper education wouldn’t willingly interfere in someone else’s marriage—no matter how much they liked him, it simply wasn’t worth it.

Hawes’s former fiancée, for instance, had been pampered by her parents since childhood. She was nothing like the old Hu Shuli. She even expected Song’s mother to serve her.

Caught between them, Song Yushu found himself in an impossible position. Eventually, he used work as an excuse to distance himself completely.

Hu Shuli occasionally heard bits and pieces about this from others, but she never paid much attention. They had long since cut ties, and as long as he wasn’t doing well, she was satisfied.

Over the years, one of the key reasons for Song Yushu’s professional downfall was Hu Shuli. She never hid her dissatisfaction with him, and Miles wholeheartedly supported her actions—even going so far as to help.

——

When Hu Shuli arrived home from work in the evening, An’an, dressed in a onesie, wobbled out to greet her. Today, he was wearing a bear-themed jumpsuit. As the weather got colder, Miles had bought him several adorable outfits to keep him warm.

Tiantian and Sisi also had matching headgear. When the three of them walked together, it was obvious they were a family.

An’an was holding a drawing in his hands—something he had spent over an hour working on that afternoon. He handed it to his mom, eagerly awaiting praise.

Hu Shuli took a look, and her smile froze. It was hard to come up with a genuine compliment when she couldn’t even tell what it was supposed to be.

“What is this?” she asked.

“An’an, Mama, Papa, and Sisi~”

An’an deliberately left out Tiantian. Earlier, Tiantian had run too fast, causing him to fall on his butt. His little backside was still sore, and being the slightly petty little guy that he was, he decided he wouldn’t play with Tiantian today.

“Hmm… it’s great,” Hu Shuli said with a smile, meeting her son’s expectant gaze. Maybe she just didn’t understand art, or maybe she couldn’t comprehend the colorful world of a child.

——

Last month, Mr. Hu had officially announced his retirement. Over time, Hu Shuli had accomplished enough to earn the full trust of the company’s board.

However, he didn’t live with them; he remained in his old villa.

Mr. Hu loved his daughter, but he loved his wife even more. After seeing his daughter find a loving partner, he felt as if a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Rather than helping raise his grandson, he preferred staying in the villa filled with memories of his wife, personally tending to a garden of her favorite flowers.

Their villas weren’t far apart, so An’an often brought Tiantian and Sisi along to visit his grandpa.

——

Just then, Miles came downstairs. Seeing An’an proudly showing off his drawing, he walked over and explained to Hu Shuli,

“The colors are actually well-coordinated. An’an has a natural talent for painting.”

“I just sent his drawing to my mother. One of her friends is a world-renowned artist, and she said An’an has a keen sensitivity to colors.”

“When he’s a bit older, we could consider sending him to learn under her.”

An’an, his face still smudged with paint, didn’t understand what Miles was saying. Perhaps children’s actions were sometimes overanalyzed.

To him, it was just a random doodle, but Miles treasured it like a world-class masterpiece.

——

During dinner, An’an sat quietly as Miles helped him put on his little bib. Holding a spoon in his tiny hand, he patiently waited for his food to be served.

Both of An’an’s little hands were obediently placed on the table as he eagerly stared in the direction of the door. After a long day at work, Hu Shuli couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile when she saw this scene.

“Hungry?”

An’an didn’t quite understand what his mom meant, so he simply handed over the post-meal fruit that Miles had just brought over.

“Mama, eat?”

“No need, thank you, An’an.”

Miles didn’t let the little ancestor wait too long before placing his dinner in front of him. An’an was quite capable of feeding himself and didn’t need anyone to coax him while eating.

Tiantian and Sisi were also brought over by the servants, and the three of them ate together. An’an ate the fastest. After finishing his meal, he started peeling his post-meal fruit but couldn’t help staring at Tiantian’s food while swallowing his saliva.

Seeing this, Hu Shuli had no doubt that if the chair wasn’t so high and if they weren’t watching, An’an would definitely try to sneak a taste of their dinner.

Just as this thought crossed her mind, An’an unconsciously smacked his lips.

Miles was also a bit helpless. There was something he had been too embarrassed to tell Hu Shuli—he recently discovered that the biscuits prepared for Sisi didn’t quite match its usual consumption.

After observing for a long time, he finally realized the reason: a certain little one had been using the excuse of feeding Sisi to sneak bites, sharing one bite for Sisi and one for himself.

Fortunately, the biscuits they prepared for Sisi were of good quality, so even if An’an secretly ate some, it wasn’t a big problem.

“After dinner, shall we go for a walk together?”

Miles suddenly felt that it had been a long time since they last went on a proper walk. Hu Shuli had been busy with work lately, and even when An’an wanted to cling to his mom, he barely had the chance.

“Sure!”

An’an, who had been staring longingly at someone else’s food just a moment ago, perked up the second he heard they were going out. He immediately abandoned his fruit, peeled it clean in record time, and gobbled it up quickly.

“No rush.”

Hu Shuli smiled helplessly as she reminded him, but at the same time, she also silently sped up her own eating.

We can’t let that little ancestor eat well and then just wait around.

Based on their understanding of An’an, if they went out at this time, An’an would definitely start feeling sleepy halfway. So, they specifically prepared a stroller.

They took a walk in a park with a beautiful environment. An’an, who originally thought he would be comfortably pushed around in his stroller, was furious when he arrived at the park and saw his parents holding hands.

What made An’an even angrier was that he could only push his own stroller and follow behind them! Every step he took was so forceful that he wished he could stomp a hole in the ground. The baby fat on his face wobbled slightly with each step.

After walking for a while, Hu Shuli felt a bit tired and stopped to enjoy the evening breeze. Meanwhile, An’an stood there panting heavily, then bent down to search for his little water bottle in the stroller.

He was already short, and now that he was bending over, his entire little body was hidden behind the stroller.

After squatting down to finish his water, An’an was about to run over but suddenly decided to play a little prank. He stayed crouched, waiting to see how long it would take for them to notice him.

Before they could even realize he was missing, he suddenly felt a hand reach out from the side and wrap around his waist.