Chapter 511: The Fault of the Father Who Does Not Teach His

..Originally, it was about protecting my wife." Hearing this, Menglan's footsteps paused slightly, and she let out a soft chuckle, her eyes flashing with a fleeting emotion for a second - whether it...But this time, the little guy didn't rush into her arms with joy like he used to. Instead, he turned his gaze to He Hanchuan, who was taking off his coat. He couldn't tell what he saw, but he giggled with glee.

"…" Xiang Wan raised her eyebrow playfully, feeling a little bit of melancholy in her heart.

She bathes and plays with her son every day, but now he's getting closer to He Hanchuan.

Although she felt a little jealous, this was the scene of a harmonious family that she wanted to see. Remembering the awkward atmosphere in the car, A-Wan took a deep breath and decided to ease the tension first.

"Hánchuān, it's rare to see Yánbǎo like you so much. Would you like to give him a hug"

He Hanchuan's eyes softened as he opened his arms, ready to hug Yan Bao into his embrace. But then the little guy intentionally shook the bell in front of him, mimicking his voice and saying, "H-h-husband... hmm... ah~ Come quickly."

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For a moment, Xiang Wan's face flushed crimson. Nanny and the maids in the living room all wore awkward smiles, their faces betraying a hint of amusement.

While He Hanchuan stood there with an impassive face, the slight twitch at the corner of his eye betrayed that he was also taken aback by his son's unrestrained words.

"You little rascal, you won't learn good things, but you learn this so quickly." He Hanchuan patted Yan Bao's butt hard, his voice serious.

Upon seeing this, Yanan immediately scooped Yanbao into her arms, protecting him. She subtly reminded him, "How can you shirk responsibility for your child The fault lies with the father who doesn't teach."

If I remember correctly, Yán Bǎo learned this phrase from Hé Hánchuān last Sunday. That day, Wáng Huàn rarely brought the little guy into her room to coax him to sleep. As a result, in the second half of the night, Hé Hánchuān went wild and groped around in her quilt. Who knew that the little guy wasn't asleep at all, he was eavesdropping on the expert!

Yán Bǎo gazed at their faces, not realizing the gravity of the situation at all. She kicked her little legs excitedly and lay on Xiǎng Wǎn, revealing two tiny tiger teeth.

"Daddy...bad guy!" The milky voice rang out clearly in the hall once again.

And this time, everyone in the hall was stunned, especially He Hanchuan's handsome face suddenly darkened, his eyes were cold and stern, and the hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist.

It's been a deeply painful experience since my son was born. He has never called me 'father', and he even publicly mocks me sometimes.

And when the wet nurse heard his words, she was so shocked that she hurriedly lowered her head and defended herself, "I'm sorry sir, I really don't know. I've never taught the young master such words."

And He Hanchuan's mood was gone without even a sliver of excitement left. Adding to his frustration, the sudden memory of Xiang Wan's indifference towards him made him tug at his tie irritably. He coldly ordered, "Deduce half a month's salary."

After giving the command, he threw his suit jacket to the maid and didn't even greet Xiang Wan. He went upstairs directly.

Toward Wan noticed his indifference, her red lips pursed tightly, her heart feeling as if a large stone was weighing down on it, making it hard to bear.

"Madam, sir... what's wrong with him Did you two have an argument" The nanny eyed her face cautiously and stammered a question.

"It's fine." Xiang Wan forced a smile, her palm gently patting Yán Bǎo's back, but her thoughts were somewhat scattered.

The wet nurse standing aside was also embarrassed, nervously rubbing her hands, and kindly spoke up, "Madam, every couple quarrels, but there's no such thing as overnight grudges. Marriage requires mutual understanding and nurturing."

"Thank you." Xiang Wan replied in a low voice, but even after hearing those words, she remained lost in thought.

Could it really be that her temper is getting worse

Actually, He Hanchuan's methods towards Zhong Shaoning were indeed overly violent. However, his initial intention was simply to seek revenge for himself. And she not only failed to understand but even quarreled with him.

Thinking about this, Xiang Wan felt a pang of guilt. After careful consideration, since their marriage, He Hanchuan had treated her like a jewel, showering her with affection and more than making up for any past shortcomings.

And why bring up old matters

After realizing she had gone a bit too far, A-Wan soothed Yanbao for a while before handing him over to the wet nurse for feeding. She herself went to the kitchen, donned an apron, and personally prepared a variety of ingredients, simmering a whole pot of corn carrot and parsnip soup.

After tasting it, she found the flavor quite good, so she dared to serve herself a small bowl and carried it upstairs to her study.

As expected, the lights in his study were still on during this time, and from time to time, one could hear He Hanchuan's phone calls.

While he was on the phone, Wanye went back to her bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of her closet. Inside, she found an unopened gift bag.

When she opened the gift box, inside was a set of pink bunny girl lingerie, complete with a choker and earrings.

Even though Zhong Wan had been married for many years, when she saw this set of lingerie, her cheeks still flushed an unnatural crimson.

This set of clothes was still a gift from her sister-in-law on her wedding day. At that time, she had big and small scars all over her face and body, which looked very ugly. Her sister-in-law saw that she had a good figure and took a fancy to this set for her, reminding her to be prepared for emergencies. However, they overestimated He Hanchuan's self-control. This 'battle armor' did not play any role.

But I haven't used it before, today it actually came in handy...

Anyway, to appease He Hanchuan, she's gone all out today!

Fifteen minutes later, Xiang Wan, who had changed back into her outfit, came to the study with a bowl of congee in hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

After hearing He Hanchuan's agreement, Xiang Wan only then pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing that the man was still working at his desk, she tactfully didn't go to disturb him.

She placed the tea on the coffee table and idly flipped through a newspaper she picked up from the table. Before long, she heard steady footsteps approaching from behind her, each step seeming to tread into her very soul.

"Why are you wearing so much at home" He Hanchuan sat beside her, his deep eyes gazing at her thick, fluffy coat that reached her ankles. "Are you cold"

向晚 smiled without answering, closed the newspaper, and gently asked, "Are you finished"

The steam rose gently, and the fragrant aroma of the flavorful broth suddenly wafted into the air.

"Hmm." He Hanchuan couldn't help but glance at it, watching the swirling halo of white soup make him feel dizzy. He subconsciously raised his slender fingers to lightly massage his eyebrows.

The warm light illuminated his handsome face, giving him a faint glow.

Looking at him, W向晚 couldn't help but feel pity. She quickly picked up a small bowl and ladled some congee for him, smiling warmly as she brought it closer to him. "Try this, I made this soup especially for you. You've been working so hard lately."

He took the bowl of soup, a hint of surprise in his voice, "You made this"

"Yeah, what's with that expression You don't believe in my skills" Xiang Wan pouted her lips, not hiding her displeasure at all.

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