Su Yue bent over to place her down. Her short legs carried her faster than a rabbit as she chased after Yan Wenxin and the rest.

Beibei casually walked beside Su Yue. When they got outside their room door, Xuxu opened it and all the little fellows squirmed into it.

Beibei suddenly grabbed Su Yue’s hand. “Mommy, who bullied you?”

 He peered up at her. Although he was still young and wasn’t good at expressing anything, she could feel the concern and love he had for her.

Su Yue was stunned. She stared down at him.

Before she could reply, with righteous indignation, he added loudly, “Tell me and I’ll teach him a good lesson.”

 Su Yue knew he could tell that she had been crying. She bent over and smiled as she shook her head. “No one.”

Then she gently caressed his face.

Her actions and gaze were brimming with affection.

She felt comforted and touched.

The little fellow was only nine. Why was he so obedient?

 Beibei didn’t believe Su Yue. “Did Daddy bully you?”

 Then he looked into the room and saw Ming Ansheng’s side view. Then he frowned and shook his head. “No way. Daddy wouldn’t bully you.”

 Su Yue rubbed his head gently. “No one did. Stop making wild guesses. The water went into my eyes when I was washing my face earlier. Go and play with Xiaojiao and the rest.”

 Beibei pouted and shrugged his shoulders. “Okay then.”

 He obediently turned around and sprinted towards the group of children.

Xuxu, who had been observing them silently, smiled comfortingly as she stared after him. “Having such a big son is not a bad thing. He’s a good boy.”

 The words were from the bottom of her heart.

Su Yue smiled and chided, “What’s so good about it? He’s all glib-tongued.”

Those were her true thoughts. She was apprehensive at first, but she was starting doting on him.

 ‘Su Yue, one day, you’ll be like me…’

 She finally understood what Jiao Chen meant back then. One day, she would be like him. What he could accept, she would be able to, too.

At the thought of Jiao Chen, Su Yue’s heart clenched.

Wen Xuxu said, “Yes, he’s unlike Ming Ansheng in this aspect.”

 It was a tone of resignation, with a hint of mockery.

Then she turned and smiled at Su Yue.

“It’s not like he’s his son.”

 Xuxu knew it, but she still said it on purpose.

Su Yue rolled her eyes and looked at Beibei solemnly. “Aish. But I don’t think he resembles Sister Meiduo either.”

 Xuxu pressed her lips and gazed at Beibei’s small back view. She smiled and continued, “Girls always envy those who have an older brother. Xiaojiao managed to get a ready-made one.”

 Su Yue nodded. “Indeed. The little fellow is good at sweet-talking.”

 “Have you thought about the future? Do you want to continue taking care of him?” Xuxu turned to look at her in all seriousness.

Su Yue raised her eyebrows. “If not?”

 When she accepted Ming Ansheng back into her life, she had accepted everything about him. So no matter whose son Beibei was, from now on, Beibei was her and Uncle Ming’s child.

She never thought of pushing him away.

Then she pouted. “There’s no way I will give him to that Ming Anyu. From now on, he’s mine and Uncle Ming’s child.”