Mated at First Sight
Chapter 935 - 615: I Really Am Not Their Biological Child (Third Update) _2

Chapter 935: Chapter 615: I Really Am Not Their Biological Child (Third Update) _2

Fortunately, there was only one; if there had been two, it wouldn’t have dared to fly! If it accidentally fell, it reckoned Little Mu Lin would pluck its feathers clean and stew it in soup.

Just thinking about such a scene sent shivers down its spine.

Gosh, that’s too terrifying! Better run away quickly.

Afterward, Mu Lin got into the car, drove it back to the Jing family’s garage, parked it, and got out. Jing Xiaonuo, who had been behaving well in Jing Youlan’s arms, became restless the moment he saw Mu Lin, and started squirming towards him, giving Uncle Jing several kicks with his little short legs.

"Oh my gosh, Uncle, let me go; I know you love me, but I love Mom. Some love can’t be forced." Didn’t he see that he had come out specifically to find his mom? It was wrong to hoard him like that, and it would make his mom sad.

"What in the world is going on in your little brain—talking about love and all that jazz? Do you even understand what love means, kid?"

Jing Youlan felt that when he was needed, Xiaonuo never behaved this way. It was so unfair that Xiaonuo despised him now.

Jing Nuo: "Of course I understand, definitely better than you do."

Jing Youlan: This kid is little but tricky, really wonder how his brother taught him. After all, he’s his Uncle... *cough cough cough*... brother!

Completely ignoring seniority, Uncle Jing was.

Mu Lin stood by, watching Uncle Jing being scorned and couldn’t help but laugh. He walked over, expertly caught Jing Nuo, who immediately threw himself at Mu Lin. "Let’s go," Mu Lin said, and then turned to leave with Jing Youlan following behind.

Clutching Mu Lin’s neck, Jing Xiaonuo made faces at Jing Youlan, who was just as childish and had not grown up.

Lalalala...

At that moment, neither of them knew that back at the Jing residence, there was a thorough search going on for the little ancestor who had suddenly vanished without a trace; as for Uncle Qiaozi, he must have hidden himself, not knowing whose house he was hiding in.

After all, in this military compound, who wouldn’t know Uncle Qiaozi’s identity? Seeing that it didn’t harm or eat people, more and more people became fond of it.

Then, sometimes, when it made a mistake, it would hide at someone else’s house to lay low until Mu Lin’s anger subsided before returning to the Jing residence.

It was quite clever!

When Song Qi saw Mu Lin carrying Jing Nuo back, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and ran inside, shouting, "We found Xiaonuo!" The old master, including Jing Chen and several others, all rushed outside. Upon seeing Jing Nuo, they also relaxed.

Mu Lin and Jing Youlan exchanged glances and then looked at Jing Nuo, both understanding the situation.

"Linlin has returned," the old master said with a relieved smile as he looked at Mu Lin.

"Hmm," Mu Lin nodded. Then Jing Chen approached and took over the boy who was hanging around Mu Lin’s neck, but he was met with a big grimace from the reluctant little lord, who clung tightly as if he would rather die than let go.

"Let go."

The next second, Grandpa Jing gave a cold stare, and Xiaonuo pouted, looking pitifully at Mu Lin and timidly let go. This made Xiaoyue, who was in Gong Muxue’s arms, snicker mischievously.

The person her brother’s whole family was most afraid of was their dad, but Dad never scolded her.

Xiaoxiao felt quite smug.

"I knew I wasn’t his real son." Jing Nuo protested against Jing Chen after being carried in his arms.

Jing Chen: "I have the same feeling." He was much better behaved than this kid when he was younger.

Father and son exchanged a look—one full of indignation, the other expressionless.

Mu Lin chuckled softly.

As for the others nearby, they were already used to the father and son’s interactions, which were typically full of mutual disdain, probably with no end in sight.

The group moved inside and sat down near the sofa. Xiaoyue had already run into Mu Lin’s arms, missing him after not seeing him for a while; as for Jing Nuo, he had already disdainfully climbed down from Jing Chen’s arms and moved back to Mu Lin’s side, snugly pressing against Mu Lin, though he didn’t compete with his sister for a spot.

"Sisters are for protecting," this saying was deeply ingrained in Jing Nuo’s mind as a profound truth.

"Linlin, how did Nuonuo end up with you?" the old master asked Mu Lin, voicing the puzzlement in his heart; didn’t Mu Lin just return? Besides, they had searched near the entrance, but did not find him.

Mu Lin’s lips quirked, offering no concealment, "I picked him up at the Main Gate." Mu Lin indicated that the kid indeed needed discipline.

On hearing this, the old man instinctively frowned. "How did he get to the Main Gate?" The distance was quite substantial, no wonder they had almost turned the whole Jing residence inside out without finding him—he had wandered off so far.

Jing Chen looked at Jing Nuo, raising an eyebrow.

The kid must have heard his phone call with Mu Lin.

Indeed, that was the case.

Looking at the old master, Mu Lin smiled, "That’s something you’ll have to ask Qiaozi, and him as well." Saying this, he turned to glance at his son, who was grinning foolishly at him.

Qiaozi! So that’s the story; no wonder Qiaozi was also missing, probably hiding somewhere.

The old master smiled helplessly.

"Ouch!" The next second, a cry of pain rang out from a head bump, and Jing Nuo angrily looked at the ’culprit’ who hit him. "Why did you hit me?" He always treated him so violently; if this continued, he might run away from home.

Jing Chen’s voice was low, "That depends on what mischief you’ve gotten up to."

Jing Nuo pursed his lips and fell silent; alright, he was in the wrong this time.

Then Jing Chen continued: "Later, go outside and squat in horse stance for half an hour. If you’re even a minute short, add another half hour to it!"

Jing Nuo: "I protest, that’s child abuse."

Grandpa Jing: "Protest denied." Now you remember you’re a child, huh? What were you thinking just now?

Jing Nuo pouted, pitifully looking at Mu Lin.

Mommy, save me!