Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 921: The Two Treasures, Big and Small

Gu Moqian didn’t mind at all, and the corners of his lips finally showed a rare smile when he saw his son, "Good boy."

"An An, do you miss mommy?"

Ji Wei saw the scene of the father and son’s affection, her eyes also turning red. She went over and held her son’s chubby little hand, asking with a smile.

"I really miss her a lot!"

An An answered loudly, using an advanced vocabulary word. Ji Wei was both surprised and delighted, cupping her son’s face and kissing him: "An An is amazing, mommy loves you, loves you very much..."

"Loves you very much!" An An repeated after her.

Standing nearby, Nan Huiru placed a heavy bowl on the dining table with a sullen face, the heartwarming scene of the family of three stabbing at her heart.

Thinking that Ji Wei was actually Zhao Wanfang’s niece, and that the old slattern had failed to seduce and then sent her niece into the Gu Family to beguile her son, Nan Huiru was filled with rage, gnashing her teeth.

She secretly clenched her fingers, making a creaking sound.

Watching helplessly as An An was taken away by his parents, Nan Huiru couldn’t stop them at all.

...

All the way, An An clung to Ji Wei. Upon returning to Aifei Manor, seeing the unfamiliar environment and servants, he widened his eyes in curiosity and looked around.

However, when Ji Wei tried to put him down, he tugged at her clothes, unwilling to let go, "Mommy, I’m scared."

There was a slight unease in An An’s wide eyes, as he spoke in a childish voice.

Perhaps he was frightened by Nan Huiru’s forceful removal, making the usually brave An An particularly reliant on Ji Wei at this moment.

"Don’t be afraid, mommy will be with you," Ji Wei gently comforted her son, "An An, this is grandpa and grandma’s house, which is also another home for you. There’s a special little room just for you. Let’s go take a look."

Ji Wei carried her son upstairs to the children’s room prepared for him.

Upon seeing the room full of toys, An An was so delighted he immediately forgot his fear. He wriggled out of Ji Wei’s arms, kicking his little legs, running towards the sea of toys.

Ji Wei also walked over to play with him.

After sending the mother and son back to the manor, Gu Moqian went to the hospital, not returning until evening.

Nighttime.

After giving An An a bath, Ji Wei carried him to the big bed in the master bedroom, and began to tell him stories.

As darkness fell, An An clung to Ji Wei once more. Having not seen her for over ten days, he closely nestled by his mother’s side.

"The story is finished. An An, it’s time to sleep!" Ji Wei closed the storybook, gazing at her son with soft eyes.

An An’s chubby little hand picked up another book and handed it to Ji Wei: "Mommy, tell more."

She was both helpless and softhearted, so she continued to read to him.

Soon all the storybooks in front of her were finished, but An An still refused to sleep. Seeing Gu Moqian come out of the bathroom, he immediately called out joyfully: "Daddy, tell a story."

"An An, you’ve heard many stories tonight, it’s time to sleep," Ji Wei said with a slightly stern expression.

Gu Moqian walked over, affectionately stroking his son’s soft little head: "What story do you want to hear?"

"Mo Qian," Ji Wei disapproved of his pampering and gave him a sidelong glance.

Gu Moqian smiled with his eyes, mouthing four words to Ji Wei: "Just one more."

Ji Wei: "..."

She really couldn’t do anything about the father and son!

An An eagerly handed a storybook to Gu Moqian, shouting excitedly: "Story, story!"

Gu Moqian got into bed, holding his son in his arms, and began to tell the story.

"Once upon a time, the king’s little daughter was playing with her favorite golden ball by the pond..." Gu Moqian’s voice was deep and magnetic, with a unique charm.

Not just An An, even Ji Wei gradually became entranced by the story.

Gu Moqian lifted his gaze from the pages to glance at the two treasures, big and small, and seeing their identical expressions looking at him, the corner of his lips unconsciously curved upward.