This time when she came over, there were some new changes in the Leng Family.

The main thing was, Leng Yunting’s earlier suspicion—that the woman who looked so much like his girlfriend Luo Qingxue who’d died years ago in a plane crash—turned out to be true! And not only that, she’d even brought back a son, nickname Xiaobao, already four years old this year.

To be honest, the very first moment she laid eyes on this little guy Xiaobao, Jian Anning had only one feeling: are you kidding me?

Both Luo Qingxue and Leng Yunting were proper, born-and-bred Huaxia Country people, which is to say, yellow race. But Xiaobao looked exactly like a delicate, pretty mixed-blood baby. Yellow hair, slightly lighter-colored pupils, and white skin—no matter how you looked at him, he didn’t seem like he could be their child.

But the DNA test said otherwise—he really was. Supposedly he’d had some sort of illness when he was born, so he ended up being an albino baby.

Such a delicate, adorable little baby, but he had some autistic tendencies. Smart as anything, but when he was looking at strangers, he would only use those black-grape eyes of his to glance at you once, then lower his head and go back to playing with his own toys.

Still, even if he ignored people, even if he put on that little "I’m so deep and aloof" act, the fact remained that he was only four, and he looked like a mixed-blood baby and all that—seriously, fatal levels of cute!

In short, the moment Jian Anning saw Xiaobao, she was completely melted by this little guy. She just wanted to grab him into her arms and rub him to death.

Especially when she saw such a cute kid—she really, really wanted to have one of her own, okay?

She snuck a look; in terms of looks, she and Luo Qingxue were about on par. As for the men, Yu Zexiao was absolutely outrageously handsome, while Leng Yunting had a bit more domineering and cold edge to him. Overall, if she and Yu Zexiao had a daughter, she’d definitely be a peerless beauty! As for a boy, he’d of course be a total hottie too, just probably leaning more toward the delicate-pretty type of handsome.

However, Leng Yunting’s cold hardness was reserved for outsiders; when it came to his own wife and kid—he absolutely had zero principles!

"So cute! What’s your name?" While the hosts went to pour water, Jian Anning scooted over and looked at Xiaobao’s little head.

But Xiaobao completely ignored her, just focused on playing with the toy in his hands, not even lifting his head.

At first, Jian Anning thought he was just shy with strangers. In this day and age, people marry late and have kids late, and most families just have this one precious only child. They don’t get taken out much, so naturally they’re shy around people.

She thought about it: if you want to tease a kid into playing, you have to play with him. So she picked up one of his little toys and asked, "How do you play with this thing?"

Who’d have thought, Xiaobao actually raised his head and gave her a look. In those eyes, there was clearly a "oh, you ignorant human being" expression. He didn’t answer a word, just shifted his little butt over by half a length, as if to draw a clear line between them!

This, this kid!

Jian Anning was dumbfounded; this was the first time she’d ever run into a little guy like this!

At first she really had thought the child was just shy, or a bit slow, or maybe had some hearing issues. Who knew this little guy would actually show such a contemptuous expression?

But before she could even process it, a faint fragrance, mixed with—durian stink, drifted in all at once.

And then, the little guy who’d just been all silent and aloof suddenly bounced up and called out in a soft milky voice, "Mummy. Is there durian pastry? I want durian pastry."

And he even said it in English!