Two-Faced Husband, Have Some Decency!

”Little one, do you have another lollipop?” The ban on smoking was making him eat way too much junk food for his comfort. He figured a lollipop would keep his mouth occupied with a lower calorific sacrifice.

”This is the only one. My dad doesn’t let me have more than one.” Those big, innocent eyes darted between Han Zhuoli and the lollipop in hand. His mind made up, Qi Youxuan was willing to die protecting the lollipop from this uncle.

From across the room, Qi Chengzhi’s eyesight swept past his young nephew. He tugged on Song Yu’s hand and led her further away from Qi Youxuan. He did not need his nephew interfering in his relationship with Song Yu.

Song Yu had met his friends on multiple occasions. While not on familiar terms, she looked to be more at ease now. Only Han Zhuoli and Wei Ziqian were unfamiliar to her.

Song Yu did not participate much in the WeChat group. She felt a bit out of place as she was not a close friend of these people and did not want to put her foot in her mouth.

Even now in this gathering, she found herself struggling to engage in conversation with these people and remained politely cautious.

In the end, Han Zhuoli and Wei Ziqian introduced themselves first. The combined effort of the two men—calling her ’lil sis Xiao Yu’ and asking about her—made Song Yu less nervous despite her reddening cheeks.

However, when she saw that Wei Ran was free, she excused herself from Qi Chengzhi and his friends.

A baby stroller stood off to the side of the room, cradling a baby boy who was just waking up to the noise of the crowd. Perhaps sensing the lack of attention, the baby opened his mouth and let out a loud cry.

Wei Ziwei rushed to the stroller and picked up his son. The baby had gained about a pound since his birth, thanks to his mother’s nutritious breast milk.

Wei Ziwei took every opportunity to let his wife rest since childbirth. These small things such as rocking his son to sleep were handled by him.

”Look at Ziwei, he’s practically a professional nanny.” Wei Ziqian turned to Qi Chengzhi and grinned slyly, eyebrows dancing, ”When is it your turn?”

”I heard your family was not happy about this?” Han Zhuoli mumbled with a lollipop in his mouth. An overpriced lollipop that cost him fifty yuan. ”And Song Yu’s family will probably not agree as well. The path you two chose is one of many obstacles. Might as well make it a shotgun wedding so no one can object.”

Han Zhuoli took the lollipop out and smacked his lips. ”Aren’t your grandparents extremely partial towards their great-grandchildren? Especially Grandma Qi. Youxuan is spoiled rotten by her. If Song Yu had a child, your grandma would never let the kid grow up as a bastard child. One word and you two will be off to the altar, regardless of what your parents say.”

”Your solution is only fixing the symptom but not the cause and it’s unfair for Song Yu,” Qi Chengzhi said. His grandmother’s protection would only last so long.

If his family did not truly accept her, there would be countless ’accidents’ and ’coincidences’ to make her feel unwelcomed. Even Qi Chengzhi could not block every bullet.

Wei Ziqian let out a huff of disapproval. He reckoned the ends would justify the means but Qi Chengzhi’s overprotectiveness over Song Yu was in the way of their happy ending.

Qi Chengzhi ignored his friend. His soft gaze fell upon Song Yu, who was talking with Wei Ran.

Song Yu felt pinpricks on her neck and looked up instinctively. Their eyes locked on to each other across the room.

His warm gaze made Song Yu blush and she took out her phone to text him. ”Why are you looking at me like that?”

The reply came instantaneously, ”Nothing much. You’re a bit far off and I couldn’t resist staring.”

His words made her heart jump with joy and her blood rushed through her veins.

”Stop staring. Later they’ll tease.” Song Yu texted back but to no avail, Han Zhuoli and Wei Ziqian were already smirking at the two of them.

Qi Chengzhi smiled and relented, turning his gaze away from Song Yu.

The room was now filled with people. Little Muran needed to pee but the ensuite toilet was occupied. Seeing Wei Ran stand, Song Yu quickly volunteered to follow the mother and daughter to the outdoor toilet. After being the butt of Han Zhuoli and Wei Ziqian’s joke, she needed to cool off her embarrassment.

Song Yu stayed at the hand washing area as Wei Ran took Muran into one of the toilet cubicles. She washed her hands and stared into her reflection. There was nothing amiss.