Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!-Chapter 32 - The Son Who Pits His Mother 1
32: Chapter 32 “The Son Who Pits His Mother” (1)
32: Chapter 32 “The Son Who Pits His Mother” (1)
Gan Tang’s gaze dimmed slightly, “He’s dead.”
Gan Yuan lifted her lips into a smile.
Truly her obedient son, making her proud!
Hearing footsteps, Huangfu Jue turned his head to look over, just in time to catch the fleeting smile at the corner of Gan Yuan’s lips.
Mentioning the “deceased” child’s father, she could actually smile happily?
A playful light flashed through Huangfu Jue’s eyes.
Noticing her outfit, his gaze darkened.
Black skinny pants, a black thin trench coat, even the silk blouse was black…
Was she planning to attend a funeral?
However…
His gaze fell on her face.
Because she had come out in a hurry, Gan Yuan’s long hair was still loosely draped over her shoulders.
Although she still wore those damned black-rimmed glasses and couldn’t be bothered to apply lipstick on her face, the woman who always liked to put her hair up and dressed conservatively, at this moment, unusually showed a touch of softness and beauty.
Taking steps forward, Gan Yuan reached out and grabbed the car keys from the table.
“I’m ready, let’s go.”
The group went downstairs together.
The driver had already brought Huangfu Jue’s car to the entrance of the unit, opening the door and waiting.
Gan Yuan didn’t pay any heed, pulling Gan Tang towards her second-hand Volkswagen.
Huangfu Jue got into his car first and turned to find that the mother and son had already walked over to the Volkswagen.
The assistant, looking helpless, said, “Sir, what do you think?”
The man raised an eyebrow.
“Drive!”
The assistant hurriedly got into the passenger seat, commanding the driver to start the car.
Thus, the black Bentley led the way, followed by Gan Yuan’s old Volkswagen, one in front of the other, exiting the complex.
Sitting in the driver’s seat, Gan Yuan watched the car in front and laughed softly.
With that man’s pride, he must be fuming with rage right now, right?
In the back seat, Gan Tang subtly curled his lips.
“Mommy, you’re so childish!”
“Childish?” Gan Yuan gave him a roll of the eyes from the rearview mirror, “Even if I’m childish, I’m still your mom!”
The convoy continued on, arriving at a Three-Star Michelin Restaurant.
The three of them got out of the car and went upstairs, Gan Yuan intentionally lagging behind with her son to maintain a distance from Huangfu Jue.
Arriving on the third floor, they seated themselves separately.
The meal had already been ordered in advance, so there was no need to choose dishes.
A little later, the first course was served.
Watching the two across the table, Huangfu Jue was the first to break the silence.
“Xiaotang, does the food suit your taste?”
“Yeah,” the little guy nodded, “Not bad.”
Gan Yuan gently shook the fork in her hand that’s still holding food, “Don’t talk while eating, it’s not good for the stomach.”
The little guy shrugged his shoulders and continued eating.
With a flick of her hand, the sauce that was stuck to Gan Yuan’s fork flew off, landing on Huangfu Jue’s face and clothes.
“Oops!” Gan Yuan exclaimed softly, “I’m really sorry.”
While she said sorry, there was not even a hint of apology in her eyes, even a trace of a smile could be spotted.
The assistant’s face turned white, hurrying over to help Huangfu Jue clean up.
“Let me help you wipe that off!”
Gan Yuan reached for a napkin and strode over, carelessly wiped Huangfu Jue’s suit with her hand.
What was originally a few drops of sauce immediately spread into a stain.
With his obsession for cleanliness, he surely wouldn’t be able to continue the meal, would he?
Watching the stain on his suit, Gan Yuan thought maliciously with a smirk.
Yes, now she could enjoy a great meal with her son in peace.
“Sir, why don’t you go to the restroom and clean up?” the assistant suggested quietly at the side.
Huangfu Jue frowned and stood up.
He glanced at Gan Yuan, who was engrossed in eating across the table.
Then he turned and walked away from the table, with the assistant following hurriedly behind.
