The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 1002 - 400: How Is It Going With Tan Shuya? (2)

She had previously had a dream of becoming a professional photographer, capturing all the people she found incredibly beautiful, compiling them into an album to look at whenever she had time in the future. Even though those faces wouldn’t be her own, they would still bring her comfort and pleasure.

Despite being so young, Lu Wangshu had finely chiseled features. While looking very youthful, he was incredibly cute and handsome, clearly inheriting the looks of both Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen, making him undeniably lovable.

The little guy looked a bit shy when he saw Gu Xiyan, immediately inching closer to Song Qiao and calling out in a crisp voice, "Mom."

Song Qiao immediately picked up little Wangshu, settling him on her lap with a gentle voice, asking, "What’s wrong? Are you hungry? Do you want some watermelon?"

Gu Xiyan heard Song Qiao and promptly brought the watermelon to Lu Wangshu, saying, "Sister has watermelon here. Do you want some? It’s really sweet."

Little Wangshu glanced back at Gu Xiyan, but quickly withdrew his gaze, hugging Song Qiao’s neck tightly without saying a word.

Seeing this, Song Qiao immediately understood. She touched his small head and said to Gu Xiyan, "He might be a bit shy, Xiyan. Can you help me get a glass of milk?"

The day before, at dinner, Song Qiao had seen Lu Wangshu finish a glass of milk on his own. Judging by his reaction, he seemed to really enjoy it, which was indeed a good habit.

It’s undeniable that Lu Jingchen has really raised his son well, behaving like a little gentleman, which made Song Qiao very pleased.

Gu Xiyan put down the fruit plate and nodded before heading into the kitchen.

After Gu Xiyan left, Lu Wangshu peeked out from Song Qiao’s embrace, watching the direction Gu Xiyan had gone before turning back to Song Qiao. In a cautious, innocent voice, he asked, "Mom, will you ever not want me in the future?"

Song Qiao’s body stiffened upon hearing Lu Wangshu’s words, and seeing the child’s eyes slowly redden brought a sudden ache to her heart.

Some people say it very well: a child’s heart is always the most sensitive. Even though Song Qiao had never shown signs of leaving, the child could still sense it.

She touched his small head, trying to make her voice gentler, "Wangshu, why would you think like that? How could mom not want you? You are mom’s treasure too."

However, despite hearing Song Qiao’s reply, little Wangshu still seemed a bit doubtful, directly saying, "But mom, you didn’t want me before..."

Song Qiao heard the grievance and sadness in his tone, and her heart ached sharply. Her eyes suddenly turned red, and her nose felt a rush of bitterness as she tightly hugged the little one, "I’m sorry, Wangshu, mom had no choice before and had to leave you to dad. I won’t leave you again, okay?"

...

At this moment, in a villa in Paris, Song Nianhuan was sitting cross-legged on the floor, with a sheet of paper and some colored pencils in front of her. The little girl was focused intently on her drawing.

When Gu Qing returned, she saw this scene, but ignoring the multicolored paint splatters on the little girl’s face, it might have been a rather beautiful and dreamy picture.

"Miss, you’re back." The butler stepped forward respectfully as soon as he saw Gu Qing return.

Gu Qing acknowledged softly as she stood at the entrance to change her shoes, asking casually, "Was Nianhuan well-behaved at home today?"

When asked about Song Nianhuan, the butler’s face softened with a touch of doting affection, replying, "The little miss has been quite good at home today, diligently drawing all the time." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Gu Qing nodded, showing some satisfaction, and after changing her shoes, she walked inside.

Song Nianhuan seemed to hear the commotion at the door and immediately raised her head, catching sight of Gu Qing as she walked into the living room. Her face immediately lit up with a joyful smile. Putting down her watercolor pen, she stood up and toddled toward Gu Qing with her short legs, "Godmother, you’re back. Huanhuan missed you so much..."

Gu Qing, seeing the little girl running towards her, initially intended to bend down and scoop her up. However, seeing the paint stains on her clothes, her face turned black, and she pointed at Song Nianhuan, "Stand still, don’t move."

The little girl instantly skidded to a halt and indeed stayed put, looking puzzled and innocently asked, "Godmother, what’s wrong?"

Gu Qing frowned, looking at the multicolored paint on her clothes and face, feeling a headache coming on. She gestured toward the butler, "Have someone help clean the little miss up first."

The little girl immediately understood, looked down at the paint on her clothes, and realized somehow she had gotten herself so dirty. Remembering her godmother’s cleanliness obsession, she couldn’t help but stick out her tongue at Gu Qing, tilting her head with a childish voice, "Godmother, uncle and you both have OCD. Every time uncle sees me like this, he reacts just like you do."

Though often, uncle is quite disdainful of me.

Gu Qing naturally knew who Song Nianhuan was referring to as ’uncle.’ Besides Ji Sifan, there was no one else.