One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love
chapter-275

Youyou coolly answered, “It’s not enough that you like my mommy; she has to like you, too.”

Mu Yazhe’s lips twitched a little as he was slightly overcome by the child’s tyranny and haughtiness.

The boy was indeed his son; every word and every action of his had a bearing of a reigning lord!

Youyou was charmingly smiling. This elegant smile was fitting for a little gentleman.

“Mu Yazhe, you’d better get this right. You may think that your love is a blessing for women, but that’s for other women and not relevant to my mommy! To my mother, this is a basic foundation in a relationship. She is pretty, kind, and gentle. Plus, she has me, her son, to love her. If you want to be with my mommy, love has to go both ways. You understand?”

“Er? Does that mean that I still have a chance?” the man asked.

The boy gave him a sidelong glance and snorted. “Yes, but it depends on your performance!”

“Then, for now,” the man suddenly stretched out his arms and asked with tenderness while gazing gently at the small, exquisite face before him, “can I hug you?”

A fatherly indulgence could be felt in his mellow baritone voice.

Youyou’s heart jumped suddenly, and his heart rate seemingly slowed down as his vibrant doe eyes widened at those words.

Dong… dong…

Seeing the boy’s hesitation, the man hummed to prompt him for a reply.

Hug… hug…

The little lad hesitantly stuck out his tongue to wet his dry lip flaps. He looked at his father’s comfortable-looking broad chest, and his eyes revealed a tinge of desire.

No child could resist a father’s warm hug.

It was the same for Youyou.

He felt something bitter-sweet stinging his eyes.

He was actually a little elated and looking forward to a hug from his father inside.

When he was much younger, he watched other children his age run to their fathers’ arms after school. Those scenes, with those mighty-looking arms hugging the children, somehow always stung his eyes.

His mommy’s hug had always been gentle, but it was without any strength. He was not entirely comfortable when she hugged him.

If his daddy hugged him, it would be such a blessing, right?

With his father’s strong arms, warm and broad chest, and steady heartbeat, the little boy felt that he would be more comfortable and secured; it was also as if he could reach for the sky if he were to sit on the man’s shoulders!

That kind of feeling should be called happiness, right?

Unknowingly, the little lad could not help but stretch out his hand with a little anticipation. An irresistible charm seemed to have been cast on him as his body yearned for the man’s chest.

Mu Yazhe’s eyes lit up and caught hold of his small, little hand.

The little hand should be pink and soft, yet it felt cool and even carried a sickly wan right now.

Despite the palm’s diminutive size, the five fingers were long and smooth; the clean nails, prominent knuckles, and beautifully shaped hand were just like his. The boy’s palm felt soft to the touch, and the man easily secured his entire hand in his big palm.

The man realized that he liked this son very much.

The child was intelligent beyond his age, kind, and understanding—as well as overly mature, which made the man ache for him.

Youyou shrank away from him instantly, looking awkward.

The boy flushed beet red as he gazed up at his father.

He appeared fearful of the man misunderstanding and emphasized, “I only let you hold me for the sake of my mother…”

His father was startled for a moment before smilingly replying, “Alright.”

“Don’t assume that I’ve already accepted you just because I let you hug me! You… You still have to prove yourself!” The little lad was still maintaining his stance, though his face was tinting with more red from shyness.