100 Days Of Escaping My Wedding
Chapter 355: You Can’t Hug Daddy

Chapter 355: Chapter 355: You Can’t Hug Daddy

"Ah! Really? Did the little fox actually find it? It’s in Japan, could it have been hidden by Xiao Jing?" Shen Letian rattled on excitedly over there.

Sheng Yu covered his mouth in haste, "Keep it down, Xiao Jing is right next door. Are you that keen for her to hear you?"

Shen Letian shrugged, "What does it matter? When Xiao Jing’s working, she wouldn’t hear this noise, even if a plane crashed into the building she wouldn’t notice!"

"Are you only capable of coming up with such damned hypotheticals?" -_－|||

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Xiaoqiao returned home with Xiao Nian after buying groceries.

The moment they reached the doorstep, Xiao Nian spotted the person standing ahead and immediately let go of Xiaoqiao’s hand, running over excitedly, "Daddy—"

Xiaoqiao was startled.

Did he really come?

Clenching the basket in her hand slightly, did that mean her baby was going to leave?

So, in the end, it had come to this step, hadn’t it?

The baby dragged Gu Hangshen over and introduced him enthusiastically, "Mommy, this is my daddy! Daddy is very handsome! But Xiao Nian’s eyes are bigger than daddy’s, Xiao Nian’s hands are softer than daddy’s, and most importantly, Xiao Nian is lighter than daddy, Mommy can hug Xiao Nian, but can’t hug daddy..."

Gu Hangshen turned his head and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Son, really "thanks" for your special introduction!

Xiaoqiao, with a full head of sweat droplets, bent down to greet him, "Hello!"

After a moment of thought, unsure whether the baby’s daddy was Chinese or Japanese, she said it again in Japanese, "こんにちは".

Xiaoqiao felt the approach of an unfamiliar presence, that kind of oppressive sensation seemed almost tangible, squeezing the air around her.

There was a scent of unfamiliar men’s cologne emanating from him; she didn’t like men wearing cologne, but this fragrance wasn’t really offensive.

"You can speak to me in Chinese, I can understand it."

Xiaoqiao nodded, sensing the man had already approached her.

The man’s voice was very deep and husky, so husky that it’s somewhat... abnormal.

It should have been as deep and resonant as a cello, but the added huskiness as if the strings were dampened, concealed his natural timbre.

She automatically interpreted his earlier statement to mean, although I’m Japanese, I understand Chinese.

In that case, one could deduce that the baby’s mommy is probably a Chinese.

No wonder the baby was mistaken; not only did they look alike, but the language and country were also the same.

"Sorry for the trouble my wayward son has caused you."

If Xiaoqiao could see, she would certainly notice the tension and unease between Gu Hangshen’s brows.

Every time he spoke, he worried whether she would detect flaws in his story or recognize him.

Xiaoqiao quickly waved her hand, "No, no problem at all, the child is quite cute."

"Daddy, what’s a wayward son?" The baby stood nearby, petting a dog’s head, curiously asking.

"It means daddy’s son."

"Oh, so ’wayward’ means daddy." The baby nodded, understanding.

Gu Hangshen: "..."

Xiaoqiao couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle.

A smile she hadn’t seen in a long while, as if from another lifetime, softened his originally stiff expression.

But as soon as Xiaoqiao thought about the baby finding his daddy and having to leave, her mood became gloomy again.

Her emotions were reflected on her face, plain to see.

Gu Hangshen spoke, "You must be the neighbor Xiaoqiao that Mrs. Murata mentioned. She said you have visual impairment. If you ever need any help in the future, I’ll be next door."