Chapter 642: A Tender Chronicle of Family Moments

Book 642: Courtesy: Parents? (Update 5)

Late summer and early autumn – a beautiful season. Lin

As alluring as a spring bursting with blooms.

As passionate as a scorching summer day.

As enchanting as a snowy winter.

A warm and inviting home.

Mu Qingwu had long grown used to having two pesky little ones accompany her while working.

Baby is already nine months old.

He can sit, crawl, play games with adults, and even pull himself up to stand.

With a little help, he can toddle along on his tiny legs.

Key point: Baby already calls out ‘Daddy’ and ‘Mommy.’

Though not consciously.

It’s enough to fill the couple with joy.

Xiao Yu, holding a spoonful of baby yogurt, didn’t offer it to the drooling baby but instead brought it to Mu Qingwu’s lips.

Mu Qingwu smiled seductively and savored the yogurt.

You might think they’re teasing or coveting the baby?

No—in fact, Xiao Yu had already begun teaching his son.

Every time they eat, Mu Qingwu gets the first bite.

It’s his way of letting the baby know that Mommy holds the highest rank.

This method was learned from his own father.

It conveniently sets the stage for the couple to alternate roles later—one soft, one stern.

From now on, let Mu Qingwu handle disciplining their son…

While Xiao Yu takes charge of soothing him—mainly because he can’t bring himself to hit!

Don’t be fooled by his nine-month age; the child is far from clueless.

The little one is remarkably perceptive—he knows exactly who he can push around.

He dares to pinch Xiao Yu, tug at his hair, and throw a tantrum.

But he never dares pinch Mu Qingwu; let alone pull her hair…

“Sis, stop fussing,”

Xiao Yu’s call snapped Mu Qingwu out of her work.

Before they knew it, noon had arrived.

Seeing Xiao Yu cradling the baby while setting up his phone, Mu Qingwu chuckled softly as she got up and walked over.

Somewhere along the way…

They began recording a monthly video for the baby’s future.

Documenting every little moment of their home life.

Hoping that one day the baby will see how Daddy and Mommy slowly age.

“Here we go!”

Mu Qingwu and Xiao Yu sat together, watching the phone ready to record.

“Mu Mu, when you were born you were such a crybaby, you know?”

“Back then, only Daddy knew how to hold you while Mommy was so clumsy.”

“When you were one month old, your jaundice was high—you had to get sun every day.”

“At two months, you little rascal developed colic and often spit up. You had no idea how much you worried us—airplane holds, tummy exercises, driving us both crazy.”

“By three months, you even broke out in eczema. While Daddy was out working, Mommy tirelessly cared for you, even taking you to the hospital. She was exhausted by July. You must always be good to Mommy when you’re older, understand?”

“At eight months, with those features of mine, you grew even cuter—your eyes like Daddy’s, your mouth like Mommy’s. You could roll on the bed, snatch the phone, giggle at your reflection, and you even got two little baby teeth, unlocking a new world of treats.”

“Now at nine months, not only can you crawl, but you can stand and even take a few steps. Haha… That’s my son—a little rascal who’s become our shadow.”

“By the way, yesterday when Grandma Bai was watching you while we, along with Grandpa, Grandma, and Maternal Grandma, went shopping, something hilariously unexpected happened.”

“We met a fortune teller who asked about Mommy’s birth chart and even read your facial features and palms. I was floored—the fortune teller was stunned by her and bowed, exclaiming, ‘Long live the Empress, thousand years, endless years…'”

“Mu Mu, you wouldn’t believe it: passersby stopped to stare. While Grandpa, Grandma, and Maternal Grandma were overjoyed, Mommy kept her cool, leaving only Daddy red-faced and desperate to hide.”

“Mu Mu, you see—these days even street fortune tellers have no shame. You’ve got to be careful so you don’t get fooled by other little ladies!”

“Oh, and speaking of little ladies—I almost forgot. The last time, I met a very beautiful young lady, about four or five years your senior. I told her that when you grow up, I’d marry her.”

“You have to trust your Dad’s taste. That young lady, once grown, will surely rival Mommy’s beauty. Though in my eyes, your mother will always be the prettiest…”

“Mu Mu, you’re nine months old now. To others, a child seems to grow up overnight, but few know how many long days and nights Mommy and I endured for you to grow.”

“But truly, your Mommy and I couldn’t be happier. Every day with you is meaningful.”

“Exhausting yet joyous—it’s all so worthwhile!”

Mu Qingwu gazed tenderly at the father-son duo beside her.

Listening to her little brother chatter on, recording their life with extra embellishments.

Joyful?

No, it’s more than that.

It’s sweetness, it’s happiness, it’s pure bliss.

He has no messy ex, nor any ambiguous relationships with other girls.

He may not have much money, but he never hesitates to spend every penny on me and the baby.

In his heart, there’s only me and our family.

I’m so fortunate—I met him and we married.

We now have an adorable baby…

Mu Qingwu reached out and embraced the pair, pressing her cheek to Xiao Yu’s as she whispered, “When was the last time I said ‘600 loves you’?”

Oh dear, Little Yu’s about to confess his love… Xiao Yu, grinning in surprise, replied, “You nearly made me forget—it seems ages ago now. Hmph, forgetting to love me? You ungrateful woman!”

“Why do you love me so much?”

Mu Qingwu nestled closer into Xiao Yu’s arms.

“Huh?”

Xiao Yu, holding her close, grinned and said, “Because your legs are long, you smell so sweet, and also…”

Mu Qingwu silenced him with a kiss.

Had he continued, who knows what cheeky remarks might have followed.

Remember when I asked, ‘What part of a girl is the cutest?’

Xiao Yu replied, ‘Every part is beautiful.’

Mu Qingwu: ‘???’

Xiao Yu: ‘What are you thinking? I meant every part of you is beautiful.’

And then it turned into a full-blown domestic skirmish.

If the baby heard that… wait a minute.

In an instant, the couple separated, exchanging glances.

Where’s the baby?

Wasn’t he in your arms just now?

The little one, left alone for a while, sat on the floor watching his parents, babbling as he patted the ground.

As if saying…

Courtesy: Parents?

The couple, blushing with embarrassment, quickly scooped up their little sweetheart.

Life is hard enough; when true love returns, a warm home makes it all worthwhile.

Love you, love you all, forever!

Wen

Xue