Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!-Chapter 33 - The Son Who Pits His Mother 2

33: Chapter 33 “The Son Who Pits His Mother” (2)

33: Chapter 33 “The Son Who Pits His Mother” (2)

Watching the man’s retreating figure, Gan Yuan chuckled lightly, “Son, eat up quickly, so we can go home after you’re finished.”

The little fella swallowed the steak in his mouth, “Is he chasing after you?”

Gan Yuan glanced at him sideways, “Little rascal, where did you learn such nonsense.

Didn’t I tell you, he’s a guest of the hotel.”

The little fella wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, “An explanation is a cover-up.”

“Pshaw!” Gan Yuan pursed her lips, then thought for a moment and looked sideways at her son, “What do you think…

How is he?”

Although she was reluctant to admit it, she couldn’t help but be curious about what kind of impression her own son had of this biological father.

Gan Tang stared at the empty seat of the man opposite, “Besides having a bit of a bad temper, he’s not too bad otherwise.”

She had thought Gan Tang would definitely list numerous flaws of Huangfu Jue, so how could it be “not too bad”?

To know, for the usually provocative Gan Tang, “not too bad” was already quite a high praise.

Gan Yuan raised her eyebrows unconvinced, “Arrogant, domineering, shamelessly thick-skinned…

What’s so good about him?”

“Ahem!”

In the hallway, a heavy cough echoed.

Footsteps sounded, Huangfu Jue returned after leaving.

The assistant sighed as he glanced at Gan Yuan, who was criticizing her husband behind his back, and then stealthily observed Huangfu Jue’s expression.

With the tone Gan Yuan had just used, the assistant had heard everything clearly, so there was no way the man himself hadn’t heard.

The man had removed his stained tie and suit, leaving only a gray-blue shirt on his body.

Probably to facilitate cleaning the dirt on his collar, he had unfastened two buttons.

The usually meticulous man now had an added touch of allure.

After scanning the steak that was more than half eaten by her son, Gan Yuan laid down her cutlery.

“Son, we should thank Mr.

Huangfu for his hospitality, and it’s time we left.”

The little fella sat in his chair without moving, “I haven’t had dessert yet.”

Spoiled brat, what country are you from?!

Gan Yuan reached out and took hold of the little fella’s arm, her lips curved in a smile gentle as a loving mother’s, but her eyes were filled with threat.

“Good son, you have bad teeth, and the doctor has forbidden you from eating sweets, remember?”

Gan Tang had no choice but to put down his cutlery and stand up.

“Uncle Huangfu, goodbye.”

Huangfu Jue stopped in front of the dining table, his blue eyes dark and unreadable, showing neither happiness nor sorrow.

“I’ll send you off.”

Having said this, he walked ahead toward the exit.

Gan Yuan curled her lip and took her son’s hand to follow him out.

As they reached the second-floor staircase corner, a familiar call came from behind them.

“Littleyuan, Xiaotang!”

Several people stopped in their tracks simultaneously and looked toward the direction of the voice.

A figure emerged from behind the greenery, a tall build wrapped in a light gray short trench coat, with a handsome face smiling like a mild spring breeze…

It was none other than Qiao Liang, the hotel’s second chef, appearing before everyone.

Gan Tang immediately showed a smile.

“Uncle Qiao.”

Gan Yuan glanced over Qiao Liang’s attire, a hint of a smile flickering across her lips.

Second Chef Qiao, truly a hidden talent!

That getup of his, even if he worked as a second chef without eating or drinking for twenty years, it might still not be enough.

“What a coincidence.”

Gan Yuan smiled as she spoke.

“Indeed!” Qiao Liang approached and reached out to ruffle Gan Tang’s hair in her arms, “Are you heading home?

It so happens I’m on my way out too, how about we go together?”

The deep blue pupils slowly contracted, and a chill immediately enveloped Huangfu Jue’s frame.

He turned around and took a step forward without being noticeable, positioning himself over Gan Yuan.

He reached out to hold onto Gan Tang’s shoulder.

That posture was like that of a male lion discovering a foreign male in its territory.