Chapter 231 Uncle, Can You Be My Dad?

Chapter 231: Chapter 125: Uncle, Can You Be My Dad?

"Erm..."

Zhao Wen Cheng’s single-core CPU went into overdrive. This question was a bit beyond his grade level.

"If I call Uncle Chen ’Dad’ from now on, he’ll be your husband, and then he can live with us forever, right?"

Fang Youqing couldn’t help but laugh.

"You silly boy, an uncle is an uncle, and a dad is a dad. Just because you call him ’Dad’ doesn’t make him a real dad."

"Then what do we have to do to make him a real dad?"

"Well..."

The question left Fang Youqing stumped.

"You’re still little. This isn’t something you should be asking. Besides, you still have a dad. You don’t want him anymore?"

Zhao Wen Cheng looked a little lost. It seemed he didn’t have much of an impression of him.

"You don’t even remember what your dad looks like?"

"I don’t remember clearly... I just know his hair was kind of long..."

She shook her head helplessly and sighed. It was a sad situation.

"If it were possible, and Mommy got you a new dad, would you be okay with that?"

"Only if it’s Uncle Chen. I don’t want anyone else."

"You little rascal, you’re getting more and more ridiculous. It’s time for you to sleep."

"I’m not sleeping! I want to go play with Uncle Chen."

WHOOSH! Zhao Wen Cheng scrambled out of bed. Wiggling his little bottom, he pattered off toward the guest bedroom.

"Stop right there!"

Fang Youqing slipped on her slippers and got out of bed to chase after Zhao Wen Cheng, just in time to see Fang Youning coming out of the room.

"What’s wrong, Sis?"

"It’s almost ten o’clock, and he insists on going to play with Chen Yuan. Quick, drag him out of there for me."

"It’s fine. I’m not tired anyway. Let him stay and play for a bit," Chen Yuan said from inside the room.

"Then just let them play for a bit," Fang Youning said.

Fang Youqing put her hands on her hips and sighed, deciding not to bother with him anymore.

He barely saw Chen Yuan a few times a week, and they hadn’t even played together today. She might as well let him have a little more fun before bed.

The two sisters returned to their room. After a long, busy day, this was a rare moment of rest.

"You took a shower and ran right into his room. So, what stage are you two at now?"

Fang Youning grew flustered.

"What are you talking about? We’re just classmates."

"’Just classmates’? Would ’just classmates’ run into a guy’s room right after a shower?"

"It’s his first time staying with us, right? I was just worried he’d be nervous and wouldn’t be used to it."

Glancing at the night cream in Fang Youning’s hand, Fang Youqing teased:

"Don’t tell me you went to put night cream on him."

Her sister having hit the nail on the head, Fang Youning suddenly looked very busy, fussing with her face mask in the vanity mirror.

"It’s for me, not for him."

"You’re already wearing a face mask. Now isn’t the time to be putting that on, so don’t try to fool me."

Fang Youqing asked nosily, "So what stage are you two at now? Any hugging or kissing or anything?"

"Sis! We really are just classmates!!!"

The question made Fang Youning’s face flush and her heart race. She had never even considered such things. She just felt comfortable around Chen Yuan and hadn’t thought about all that other messy stuff at all.

Seeing Fang Youning’s intense reaction, Fang Youqing started to have her doubts.

’Could it be that there’s really nothing going on between them?’

’Is my little sister just a late bloomer?’

’But she’s always been thin-skinned and a bit introverted. Maybe she doesn’t even know what being in love is.’

"Well, just take it slow. Try to take things one step further soon."

"I’m not talking to you anymore. You’re so annoying. I’m going to go wash my shoes."

"Don’t just wash yours, do Chen Yuan’s too."

"I know."

The Fang Sisters went out together. Fang Youqing went to the bathroom, took out a face mask, and put it on.

Fang Youning brought back both pairs of shoes. Since Fang Youqing had nothing better to do, the sisters each took a pair and washed them clean in the bathroom.

"That should do it. I need to go get my son. We shouldn’t keep Chen Yuan from sleeping."

After drying their hands, the two sisters went to the guest bedroom together.

Fang Youning knocked lightly on the door, but there was no sound from inside.

The two sisters looked at each other, a bit confused.

She knocked lightly again and called Chen Yuan’s name in a low voice, but there was still no response.

She gently pressed the handle and opened the door a crack.

The light in the room was off. She discovered that Chen Yuan and her little nephew were already asleep, letting out rhythmic snores.

"What do we do now?" Fang Youning asked in a small voice.

"I’ll go carry him out. I still have to put a diaper on him tonight, or he might wet the bed."

Quietly, Fang Youqing entered the room, lifted the blanket, and reached over to pick up Zhao Wen Cheng.

In the light spilling from the living room, she caught a glimpse of Chen Yuan’s chest. The contours and lines of his muscles were particularly defined—he had clearly worked out.

’His body is actually in such great shape. No wonder he didn’t seem tired at all carrying the kid the whole way.’

She tiptoed out of the room, returned to the master bedroom, and placed her son on the bed.

"They fell asleep so fast. I thought they’d play for a while."

"Chen Yuan went with me to the hospital, and he was the one holding the kid the whole time. He must be tired too."

After tucking her son in, Fang Youqing looked at him, feeling a little puzzled herself.

’Usually, it’s a real struggle for me to get him to sleep. Sometimes I’ll be trying until midnight. How is it that with Chen Yuan, he just fell asleep so peacefully?’

’Could it really be because they’re on the same wavelength?’

...

「The next morning」

Chen Yuan woke up bright and early.

He had some trouble sleeping, being in an unfamiliar place.

But when he woke up, he found that Zhao Wen Cheng was gone. He had most likely been carried away while he was asleep.

Still, the faint, girly scent lingering in the blankets was quite pleasant.

When he came out, breakfast was almost ready.

After washing up and eating, Fang Youqing went back to her room to change her clothes.

Her outfit was different from yesterday’s. She wore a blue, form-fitting skirt, a pair of thick black tights, and a small black jacket on top. Her look had transformed from a young housewife to a powerful career woman.