I Break Tycoon's Immune Barrier
Chapter 615: He’s My Son, Shouldn’t He Resemble Me?

Chapter 615: Chapter 615: He’s My Son, Shouldn’t He Resemble Me?

Uncle Li had been rather unusually excited these past two days.

Especially when he looked at Xiaobao, his expression was so tender and affectionate that his gaze seemed to melt the little guy.

The reason was that day.

He Jingyao was having lunch with Xiaobao, with Uncle Li by his side pouring coffee, when He Jingyao suddenly blurted out, "Uncle Li, do you think Xiaobao looks like me?"

Uncle Li was taken aback for a moment, glanced at He Jingyao, then at the little guy: "Perhaps... um... there is a resemblance."

"Resemblance is resemblance," He Jingyao’s brows moved slightly, seemingly displeased, "He’s my son, isn’t it natural for him to look like me?"

Uncle Li was so surprised he almost threw the coffee pot he was holding!

"But, you said... said..." He became incoherent in his excitement.

He Yirong had come over to the kitchen, so Uncle Li was unaware of what transpired afterward.

"It is now," He Jingyao raised an eyebrow, "From now on he will live here permanently, so start preparing everything that’s needed."

Xiaobao raised his hand to express his opinion, "I want toys!"

Uncle Li was stunned for a long time before he nodded excitedly, "Alright, alright, whatever the young master wants, just tell me, and I’ll get it ready..."

As he spoke, he put down the coffee pot and took a heavy sniff.

He Jingyao shot him a disdainful glance.

"I... I’m just too happy," Uncle Li’s eyes were slightly red, "I never expected that I would really live to see this day! This is just... too wonderful!"

He Jingyao rubbed his brow, "...Go calm down a bit."

Wasn’t it just a matter of time before he had a child? Why did Uncle Li act as if it was something so unbelievable?

"Okay," Uncle Li smiled apologetically, "You and the young master take your time."

With that, he turned and walked towards the washroom, wiping his eyes with his sleeve as he went.

He Jingyao stood still for a while, then he couldn’t help but smile resignedly.

Uncle Li had been taking care of him for over twenty years, always strict and to the point, but these years he had become increasingly emotional.

The little guy remarked, "Uncle is really sentimental."

He Jingyao smiled and patted his head in approval, "Not bad, you even know the term sentimental."

...

Knowing that the little guy was He Jingyao’s son, Uncle Li, who had always been fond of him, now indulged the child to his very bones. Within days, the villa was overrun with a plethora of toys, countless fairy tales, picture books, and 3D models.

Uncle Li also purchased a large quantity of children’s clothes, considering Xiaobao’s growing body; perhaps many clothes would become too small before he had the chance to wear them.

Every day, Xiaobao was happily playing with all sorts of new toys, even reminiscing about his mom less often.

So, when He Jingyao got off work that day, he saw his son lying on the carpet, concentrating on building with blocks.

He raised an eyebrow and walked over to scoop up the little guy.

"Oh no!" Xiaobao’s voice was full of regret, "I wasn’t finished yet!"

"Apart from playing with toys every day, what else do you do, huh?" He Jingyao flicked his forehead, "I seem to have been too indulgent with you these past days."

In fact, He Jingyao hadn’t fully accepted the fact that he now had a son.

Especially when in the office, he often zoned out—was there really a child at home waiting for him? Or could it be that everything, in fact, was just a figment of his imagination?