365-Day Trial Marriage With Hunk: Wife’s A Little Wild
Chapter 1450: Do You Miss Him?

Chapter 1450: Chapter 1450: Do You Miss Him?

"Wah wah—"

After just one sip, the little one started to cry his heart out.

"Is it because I’m not holding him comfortably?" Mingmei was scared and flustered by Tingye’s crying, afraid that it was because she didn’t hold him properly.

"No, it’s probably because he doesn’t want to drink the milk."

Youxuan took her son from Mingmei’s hands, soothed him for a while, but the little one continued to sob.

His shiny big eyes blinked, and big tears fell down like rain, looking pitiful.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry, after today you’ll be fine, mommy will never drink alcohol again." Youxuan consoled her son guiltily, seeing him cry so pitifully, she could not stand it and let the servants leave, feeding Tingye a few sips of breast milk.

After only two sips, the little one refused to drink again, crying incessantly.

"Could it be that he hasn’t slept enough?" Yiru, seeing Tingye crying non-stop, approached nervously.

"I don’t know, he never cries like this." Youxuan was also at a loss.

Ever since birth, Tingye had been unusually well-behaved, only crying a little when hungry, and at other times, he looked around with his pitch-black eyes, like a little adult.

What he loved most was to sleep on Hanjie’s chest...

A flash of realization struck Youxuan, and she tensed, turning her head to glance at the time.

She had woken up late today and after several hours had passed, it was already afternoon.

At this hour, Hanjie should be finishing work and returning to the villa.

"Do you miss him?"

Youxuan stared down at her son, who was crying with a pouting face, a shadow of sadness crossing her cat-like eyes.

"Wuu wuu..."

Tingye, not knowing if he understood her words, sniffled, his plump little face flushed and cried out, his little nose stuffy.

With a blink of his large eyes, tears fell as if they cost nothing.

His little hand was clenched into a fist, reaching outward, not knowing what he was reaching for.

Youxuan bit her lip, took out her smartphone, found a photo, adjusted the screen to a soft light, and held it before her son.

She stared at him disbelievingly.

The moment he saw Hanjie’s photo, the little one stopped crying instantly, his tiny fists eagerly reaching towards the phone, wanting to be embraced.

"...."

Youxuan felt as though she had been punched in the chest, a suffocating kind of pain.

"Tingye is just not used to it, he’ll adjust in a couple of days," Yiru said upon realizing what was happening and comforted her.

"If it really doesn’t work out, let him come over for a bit. The child is important. Even if you’re separated, the child belongs to both of you, you can’t deprive Tingye of his right to a father’s love."

"...."

Youxuan did not respond, holding her son who had cried himself back to sleep, her heart indescribably complex.

...

The private villa.

Hanjie leaned his tall figure against the chair back, his fingers tapping lightly on the long dining table.

The thudding sound was particularly crisp in the silent space.

The soft light stretched his shadow long and very lonely...

The huge villa, now missing two people, felt like it had lost all its warmth.

After learning that Youxuan had joyously taken their son and left, Hanjie had been sitting at the dining table, his figure motionless.

Just last night, her charming figure fluttered before him, whimsically swapping his steak, and today she left without looking back...

Once, Hanjie was alone, but never felt anything wrong with it.

Now alone, his heart felt so empty it was driving him crazy.