If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 1302: Unforgivable

Although Li Beiting couldn’t see his father’s expression, he could feel that his father’s body was always stiff.

"Grandpa..." Little Bun suddenly called out energetically again.

Father Li lowered his eyes, his hands crossed and resting on his knees, and spoke in a deep and husky voice, "I’m not deaf, I can hear."

Perhaps because Father Li’s tone was too stern, Little Bun was frightened and shrank into Mother Li’s embrace, burying his little head entirely in her arms.

Mother Li stroked his head and comforted him, "Don’t be scared, it’s alright."

At this moment, Mother Li, holding the scared Little Bun, walked up to Father Li and said with dislike, "Do you have to speak like that? You’ve scared the little one. Look, isn’t he adorable? I think he really resembles Beiting when he was young, don’t you agree?"

Father Li eventually lifted his eyelids and took a glance at the little one.

Little Bun was wearing a light blue sweater, which made his skin look extra tender and rosy, his large eyes round and especially endearing.

It was like something in Father Li’s heart was touched, but he didn’t say anything.

Having followed him for so many years, Mother Li of course knew that this meant he had let go of half his anger.

After all, who wouldn’t soften at the sight of such an adorable child?

Mother Li gave Li Beiting and Yu Weiwei a look, signaling them to come over and say a few nice words.

Li Beiting, holding Yu Weiwei’s hand, walked over. Li Beiting, with a smile, placed the gifts on the table and poured a cup of tea for Father Li. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Dad, happy birthday. These are gifts Weiwei and I picked out for you, including your favorite Lu’an Tea and a painting drawn by Little Bun. Take a look and see if you like them," Li Beiting said.

At such a moment, leveraging Little Bun was the best strategy; it was twice as effective.

The elderly especially love to see children, who bring them infinite hope, not to mention when it’s their own grandson, with whom they share a blood relationship.

"Dad, happy birthday," Yu Weiwei also said with a smile.

Father Li snorted coldly, without speaking or making any movements.

Mother Li knew that Father Li was a proud man, and given that Li Beiting had once humiliated him by breaking off an engagement, it was impossible for him to forgive Li Beiting easily.

But even though he didn’t forgive him on the surface, he would still stare at the family portrait on the wall in everyday life.

Having lived with Father Li for so many years, Mother Li was well aware of his temperament. He needed to be coaxed; they couldn’t afford to make him angry again.

Besides, he had been angry for over a year now; to keep it up would only harm his health.

"My hand is getting sore; hold him for a bit," Mother Li said as she passed Little Bun into Father Li’s arms.

Father Li looked disdainfully at the soft little one and his brow furrowed slightly.

Most men are not adept at holding children, nor are they usually willing to, especially someone with Father Li’s personality.

But since Mother Li had already put Little Bun in his hands, he couldn’t push him away.

Little Bun reached out his little hand, grabbed at Father Li’s clothes, laughed foolishly, and from time to time chewed on his fingers.

Li Beiting squatted down, touched the little one in Father Li’s arms, and asked with a smile, "Daddy, how did I teach you to greet someone?"

Little Bun, quite smart, looked at Father Li and softly said, "Hello..."

"Good!" Li Beiting was already very satisfied.

Standing to the side, Yu Weiwei was somewhat nervous but already much more relaxed than when she first arrived.

She wasn’t sure if Father Li and Mother Li would send her away, but she tried her best to present herself well. It was because of her that Li Beiting had a falling out with his family, and she too wished for Li Beiting to be able to come back.

"Have you picked out a name yet?" Mother Li asked.

Li Beiting shook his head: "Not yet. How about dad comes up with a name? Dad is so learned and cultured, any name he picks is sure to sound good."

"Pick your own!" Father Li said with disdain.

"Dad, you always say I’m uncultured. If I really give my son a name that lacks culture, it would sound terrible," Li Beiting said with a smile.

Father Li didn’t make a sound, so Li Beiting continued, "How about this, I’ll leave the little dumpling here for a few days, and you can see what kind of name would suit him."

Mother Li was delighted: "Yes, yes, yes, leave him here for a few days, and I’ll bring him over to you in a little while."

"So noisy," Father Li still appeared to find it bothersome.

The little dumpling was crawling around on Father Li’s legs, seeming to hear someone calling him noisy, he looked a bit unhappy.

"How is that noisy," Mother Li said, "Our little dumpling doesn’t realize how well-behaved he is. Look, he’s been quiet ever since he got home and isn’t crying."

Li Beiting had to admit, the little guy was really well-behaved today. Usually, at home, the slightest bump would make him cry, but today he did not cry at all.

"Come, come, give grandpa a kiss," Mother Li grabbed the little dumpling’s hand.

Sure enough, the little dumpling gave Father Li a kiss and then giggled.

Father Li’s brows moved, he seemed about to say something but ultimately didn’t speak up.

Mother Li knew him best; the little dumpling had successfully melted Father Li’s heart.

Mother Li pushed the little dumpling into Father Li’s arms, stuffing and saying, "Look and see if little dumpling looks like Beiting when he was little, I think they look very alike, especially this high nose bridge. When Beiting was little you loved to hold him, try holding little dumpling, doesn’t it feel similar to holding Beiting?"

Li Beiting laughed: "Mom, I’m all grown up now."

"What grown up, you were so naughty when you were little. I hope little dumpling doesn’t take after you," Mother Li huffed.

"Yes, yes, yes, little dumpling can’t take after me, he has to learn from his grandpa and grandma," Li Beiting nodded repeatedly.

"Of course, with such an excellent example as your father, why would he learn from anyone else, much less you?" Mother Li said.

"Yes, yes, yes," Li Beiting nodded again and again.

Yu Weiwei couldn’t help but laugh. Beiting was quite well-behaved today. Actually... if it hadn’t been for her, the Li family would surely have been very harmonious.

"I should go and practice Tai Chi," Father Li stood up, passing little dumpling to Mother Li.

"Just in time, I’ll take him with me to watch," Mother Li insisted.

Father Li didn’t agree but also didn’t decline; he just headed out directly.

Mother Li carried the little dumpling and followed out, also hinting at Beiting that he needed to get on his father’s good side a bit more.

How could an old man hold a grudge against his own son forever? What he needed was a way out, especially someone with a stubborn temper like Father Li.

Beiting understood, he followed and went to serve Father Li by bringing him tea and water, and towels to wipe his sweat.

Yu Weiwei went to the kitchen, helping the kitchen staff make lunch.

Not much later, Beiting also arrived; he had decided to personally make some delicious dishes for his dad.

The servants of the Li family were happy to see Beiting coming back, but they naturally compared Yu Weiwei with Mi Fei in secret.

Regardless, the birthday banquet of Father Li went off without a hitch, filled with a good-natured atmosphere, and any unpleasantness failed to arise.

Yu Weiwei had been on edge throughout, relieved that no one brought up a word about the past events at the wedding ceremony.

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