Chapter 690: Hospital WiFi and Morning Mischief

Chapter 690: How’s the Hospital WiFi Speed? (Update 3)

Time flew by—before you knew it, a year had passed. Lin

Early morning. The waning moon lay like a dull pebble tossed into the sky.

A little boy slowly crawled out of his crib.

He glanced at his ‘sleeping’ parents in bed and pouted like a miniature grown-up.

Then he set off on his tiny legs toward the small baby crib beside his parents’ bed…

“Waaah…”

On the baby crib, a delicately formed infant whimpered softly.

“Little Wu, be good. Don’t cry—your silly parents are still asleep…”

The two-year-old, though still a child, stretched out his soft little hand and gently caressed his baby sister’s tender face. “Big brother knows you’re hungry, but I’m not tall enough yet to reach the water dispenser to make you some milk…”

“Pfft!”

In bed, a pair of stunningly handsome and beautiful lovers—like a match made in heaven—suddenly opened their eyes and burst into laughter.

Goodness, he’s only two.

So clever, and so kind to his little sister.

The pressure on us parents is just unbearable!

“Huh?”

A look of sheer bewilderment spread over the little boy’s adorable face as he stared, eyes wide, at the goofiness unfolding in bed…

Oh, no—I mean his parents!

“Who said you’re the fool?”

Getting out of bed and approaching his son, Xiao Yu put on an exaggerated fierce look and pinched his son’s cheek. “You better believe I’ll beat you if you don’t behave!”

“Heh…”

Coming to his senses, Xiao Mu shot his old man a glance before carefully looking over at Mu Qingwu, who was half-asleep with narrowed, gentle eyes. Swallowing hard, he pleaded, “Dear Mom, listen to my excuse…”

“Pfft!”

Xiao Yu and Mu Qingwu burst into laughter once more.

This big kid is just like his old man in every way.

So mischievous, like a mini version of a playful clown!

“Alright, Xue, that’s enough.”

With sparkling eyes, Mu Qingwu glared at her son and then at her younger brother. “And you too!”

“Hehe!”

Both father and son wore goofy, silly smiles.

“It’s all your fault—I got scolded by your mom because of you.”

Hand in hand with his son, Xiao Yu mumbled as he left the bedroom to warm up some milk for his little cotton-padded baby.

Just as he intended.

His little cotton-padded baby had arrived in the world.

Now, she was already five months old.

The baby even had a beautiful name.

Xiao Wu… carrying her father’s surname and a part of her mother’s name.

Just like their son, Xiao Mu.

A perfect family with both a son and a daughter!

“Why am I always the one blamed?”

Xiao Mu pouted, visibly upset with his dad. “Last time when Mom hit you, I was the one protecting you!”

Xiao Yu: …

A mouthful of retort got stuck in his throat, leaving him at a loss.

He wondered if this son was even worth keeping—or if he should just silence him for good.

If anyone ever discovered his family’s secret, would he even have a reason to keep living?

“Dad, may I ask you something?”

Noticing a fierce glint in his father’s eyes, Xiao Mu flashed a pure, adorable smile.

“What now?” Xiao Yu rolled his eyes.

“Dad, yesterday Mom taught me a word—’luck’.”

Xiao Mu furrowed his little brow. “What exactly is luck?”

“Luck?”

Standing by the water dispenser with a bottle in one hand and a spoon digging out some milk powder in the other, Xiao Yu said, “Imagine if you fell from our second floor, and below you was a flower bed with thick grass and soft, squishy mud…”

“…”

Xiao Mu struggled a bit, “Then why would I fall? So what would misfortune be?”

“Misfortune…”

Xiao Yu grinned as he explained, “Because the flower bed has a fork.”

Wait—what are you getting at, Dad? Xiao Mu pouted, tilting his head in thought. “Then what is hope?”

“Hope.”

After finishing the milk, Xiao Yu grinned broadly, jiggling the bottle and checking the temperature before winking at his son, “You didn’t fall on the fork.”

“EMMMM…”

Xiao Mu blinked his wide eyes, “Then what is despair?”

“Despair. And that’s easier to explain.”

Suppressing a laugh, Xiao Yu added, “You also didn’t fall onto the flower bed!”

Xiao Mu: …

Feeling his tender heart pained by his dad’s words, Xiao Mu was deeply hurt.

Watching his father return to the bedroom, Xiao Mu was on the verge of tears.

Have you ever known despair?

The kind that comes from tumbling into a pile of grass…

Right there in the bedroom.

“Stop picking on Mu Mu.”

Since the bedroom door was open, Mu Qingwu, having overheard the conversation, rolled her eyes at her stinky little brother in a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Really?”

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“If a son isn’t meant to be teased, what’s the point of him at all?”

Xiao Yu gently lifted the sweet girl from her crib and planted a loving kiss on her. “This is my little treasure, my dearest little heart!”

Entering the room, Xiao Mu and Mu Qingwu simultaneously rolled their eyes.

They looked as if they’d just spotted their future daughter-servant!

……

Outside at the front of the house.

“Today, I noticed a line forming at the corner of my eye…”

For the third consecutive year, Mu Qingwu was busy tidying up Xiao Yu’s clothes.

“Shh, no talking.”

Xiao Yu reached out and gently caressed her still-beautiful face, murmuring softly, “Only someone who sees all of you can earn your love… What does age matter? Looks? Family background? To me, your beauty is the stuff of legends—capable of mesmerizing emperors and toppling kingdoms!”

……..

“Even if it’s just flattery…”

Mu Qingwu nestled against her younger brother, her eyes twinkling and lips curving into a smile, “I still love it!”

Xiao Yu smiled as he lowered his head, burying his face in his sister’s silky hair and inhaling its subtle fragrance.

He savored his private haven of peace and quiet.

I’m no master of flattery.

It’s merely that your image lights up my eyes.

And my heart keeps sketching your portrait.

Past life, present life.

Xiao Yu never admitted to being lecherous.

With a beauty that had graced two lifetimes, how many women wouldn’t be drawn to him?

But ever since he met Mu Qingwu, he confessed that he was.

It wasn’t her body that tempted him.

It was the boundless, unrepayable tenderness.

“What did you dream about last night?” Mu Qingwu asked softly with a laugh.

Remembering how, in her sleep, Xiao Yu had held her tightly the previous night, a warm glow filled her heart.

“Last night?”

Xiao Yu animatedly exclaimed, “Sis, listen—I dreamed of the apocalypse last night! In the midst of earth-shattering chaos, I found myself riding a little pig. It even tried to flip me off, but I held on tight. In the end… both the pig and I crashed against a tree!”

Mu Qingwu: ……

Lately, the kitchen knives haven’t been as sharp as they used to be.

Maybe it’s time to have them sharpened.

Yeah, I’ll go have them sharpened later!

“Haha!”

Xiao Yu lowered his head and kissed Mu Qingwu’s lips.

Gently, he asked, “How’s the Hospital WiFi speed?”

Wen

Xue