Chapter 11 — After Getting Married, I Conquered My Grandson Who Lost His Voice First

I leaned against the door, almost fainted on the spot by its cuteness. Save lives. Is this still the cool guy who coldly took out the electronic board and scolded me "arbitrarily" on the first day? I held back my laughter, bent down and picked it up. “Okay, little aunt accepts my request for reconciliation.” Having finished speaking, I first kissed his forehead. Then add another kiss to the cheek. “This is for daytime, and this is for a goodnight kiss.” Chu Du An immediately buried his face in my shoulder, his whole face turning red like a ripe tomato. I carried him inside and had just placed him on the bed when suddenly a male voice sounded from behind me. “Did I come back at the wrong time?” I stiffened my whole body and looked back. Chu Nghien Tu was standing at the end of the hallway, having changed into dark pajamas, still holding a file in her hand, obviously just coming out of the study room. His eyes glanced at Chu Du An in my arms, then slowly moved to my face. I don't know how to describe that look properly. Very pale. But I still feel like I've been caught red-handed. I immediately stood up straight: "No, we're doing a normal bedtime ritual." Chu Nghien Tu slightly raised his eyebrows. “Coaxed you to sleep all the way into my room?”

“The boy got scared today, it's okay if I stay with him for a while.” I argued eloquently. Chu Du An was also very reasonable, immediately hugged my arm tightly, and softly added: "With you."

As soon as I heard it, my heart melted into water, and I immediately puffed my chest out to look at Chu Nghien Tu: "Did you hear that? The child needs you." Chu Nghien Tu looked at the big one on the bed, was silent for two seconds, and finally just indifferently said: "It depends on you two." Having finished speaking, he turned and walked away. I stared at his back, always feeling that those three words "It depends on the two of you" carry a meaning that is difficult to name. Like being helpless. Which is like… upset? I was startled by my own speculation. Not to that extent. Could it be that he is jealous of children? But the truth proves that there are people who appear harmless and indifferent on the outside, but behind their backs are... extremely narrow-minded and hateful. During breakfast the next day, Chu Nghien Tu rarely did not immediately go to the company, but sat next to the dining table slowly drinking coffee. As soon as Chu Du An and I sat down, he looked over. “Did you sleep well last night?” I reflexively nodded: "Very delicious." He looked at me, his tone calm. “Does the bed have enough space?” Me: “…” This question sounds wrong no matter what. Unfortunately, Chu Du An was very honest, swallowed the small piece of bread in his mouth and nodded. “That's enough.” Even though it was just a word, it was enough to shock me. I immediately turned to look at the boy: "You can talk naturally like that now?" The boy's ears turned red and he mumbled: "Just a little." I was so happy, I raised my hand to lift his face. “My baby, why are you getting better and better!” Just as I was about to give it a sniff, Chu Nghien Tu finally put down the coffee cup and spoke, not too heavy or too lightly, "Lam Van Duong." "Yes?" "When you eat, calm down a bit." I blinked, looked at his dignified and serious face, and suddenly realized. OH. I got it. This man is really jealous. My stomach bloomed happily, but on the outside I still had to pretend like nothing happened What. "You kiss your child, why don't you settle down?" “Affects its eating habits.” “So if you kiss me, are you sure it won't affect you?” As soon as this sentence was uttered, the entire dining table fell silent. Even Aunt Tran, who was carrying a bowl of soup, stopped in her steps. When I realized what I had just said, I wished I could bite the tip of my tongue off. I originally intended to be smart and talkative to gain some comfort, but who would have thought that I actually dared to openly swing him in front of the whole family. Chu Nghien Tu raised his eyes to look at me, the emotions under his eyes were very deep. After two seconds, he leisurely said: "You can try." Me: “…” Chu Du An sat next to him, looked at me with wide eyes, then looked back at him, and suddenly said: “Kiss.” I turned my head around. “Who are you learning from?” The boy pursed his lips, bowed his head and continued to drink milk, pretending he hadn't said anything. My face was hot, I bent down to eat, not daring to raise my head anymore. But throughout breakfast, I could still feel a fleeting gaze passing over me. It's like he's reminding me: That "You can try" thing, he's not joking. After breakfast, Chu Nghien Tu went to the company. I was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when my phone received a text message from him. 【I'm going home early tonight.】 I stared at these 6 words, the more I looked, the more unusual they became. What is considered leaving early? Why did you have to deliberately inform me? I held the phone and thought for a while, the more I thought, the faster my heart pounded. Chu Du An was sitting next to Lego, suddenly raised his head and asked: "Why is your face so red?" Me: “…” Great. After children learn to talk, they are no longer cute at all. I originally thought that Chu Nghien Tu's "early return" would probably mean having dinner with my mother and me at most. Who knew that night, not only did he come home early, but he also brought a cake with him. To be more precise, it is an extremely delicately made strawberry mousse cake. I opened the box, stunned. “Whose birthday is it today?”

“No one has a birthday.” He took off his jacket and hung it loosely on the sofa, his tone was light: "Congratulations." “Congratulations on what?”

He glanced at Chu Du An sitting on the carpet. “Congratulations on the boy opening his mouth to speak again.” I lowered my head to look at the cake, my heart suddenly softened a beat. This man normally does not show his emotions on his face, even his concern and "public defense" style. Yet, every time he can do small details that make people's hearts heat up. Chu Du An was also clearly very happy, holding a small fork in his hand to scoop up the cake bit by bit, eating until the cream stuck to the corners of his lips without even realizing it. I raised my hand to wipe off the ice cream and scooped up a small spoon for myself. “Mmm, it's delicious.” Chu Nghien Tu sat opposite us, looking at us, with a faint trace of relaxation in his eyes. It felt like it had been a long time since he had truly let go of the burden in his heart for the first time. At about nine o'clock in the evening, Aunt Tran took Chu Du An to take a shower and clean herself up. In the living room at this moment, there were finally only me and Chu Nghien Tu left. Suddenly quiet like this, I felt a bit awkward. I bowed my head and pretended to finish the last piece of cake, but in my head I kept replaying the "dinner table incident" from that morning. While I was still pondering whether I should pretend like it never happened or not, Chu Nghien Tu spoke first. “What you said this morning, does it still count?” My hand trembled, the fork almost fell to the ground. “Which question?”