Chapter 544

"Have you found it?" The person in the bathroom, unaware of what the man outside was doing, grew impatient as the blue pajamas hadn’t been brought over for so long.

So he hurriedly took out the sky-blue pajamas he mentioned!

They were made of pure cotton, and although not a high-end brand, they were carefully selected by the mother. He touched them, and they felt exceptionally comfortable and soft, "Is it this one?"

Ye Ning turned back, "Yes, that’s the one!"

She took the set of pajamas from his hands, then lifted her son out of the bath and placed him on the counter, "Baby, are you still cold?" noveldrama

Ye Xiaobao leaned against her for a long time before shaking his head, "Not cold... "

What was with this child today? Why wasn’t he talking to him?

Ou Mucen sensed something different about him than usual, so he leaned on the doorway and asked, "What’s wrong with him? Why is he so quiet today?"

Ye Ning quickly covered her son’s little face, "He’s probably shocked from the heavy rain earlier, it’s fine. Have you boiled the water? Just pour him a cup of hot water to drink and he’ll be okay."

Hearing this, Ou Mucen then turned back to the living room.

Once Ou Mucen left, only mother and son remained in the bathroom, so Ye Ning pushed her son, who had been resistant to contact with the man, away from her chest, "Baby, listen to Mommy, Uncle will never hurt you."

Ye Xiaobao looked up at her with his big eyes still filled with lingering fear, "But isn’t he the son of that bad woman?"

"Yes, but Xiaobao, that woman is that woman, remember, Uncle will never harm you. He will be good to you."

"Really?"

"Of course it’s true. When has Mommy ever lied to you?" She kissed his little face, and a layer of moisture welled up in his dry and rough eyes.

Yes, in this world, even if everyone else was unkind to him, that man would be good to him.

Because he was his child!

Ye Ning lowered her eyes, afraid that the child would see, and after dressing him, she brought him out, "Take care of him a bit; I’m going to take a shower as well."

Ou Mucen: "..."

He wanted to say, did she bring her own clothes as well?

But to his frustration, she didn’t rummage through the travel bag but went to the room she stayed in before and took out the shirt of his that she had worn last time.

Seeing this, the man who had expected another surprise grew sullen, took the child from her arms, and with him, he moodily went over to the sofa.

"Where did you go today?"

"Mommy came to pick me up from the kindergarten, then said we’d cook at Uncle’s place, so we went to the supermarket to buy groceries."

"And then?"

"After buying the groceries, it got dark. We were stuck in traffic, and Mommy’s phone was out of battery, so we couldn’t call Uncle to pick us up, and we had to walk back."

The four-year-old child, having been counseled by his mother, was still somewhat resistant but was already much better, and his clear logic and coherent explanation left no room for argument.

Ou Mucen asked no further, just sat there holding him, while frowning and listening to the sound of water in the bathroom.

This damn woman, what was she thinking? She brought her child’s clothes but not her own. What was she trying to do? Was she planning to leave the child with him or what?

After waiting for twenty minutes, finally, the woman from the bathroom emerged, and he only saw the light brighten before a woman, wrapped in a towel, wearing a snow-white shirt, stood in front of him like an egg white stripped of its shell.