After hanging up the phone, Little Bean turned around and looked at the door, whereupon he found Yan standing there, eavesdropping. “Aunt Yan, are you eavesdropping on me?”
After being caught eavesdropping, Yan felt somewhat embarrassed, but she could only blame it on how alert this kid was. She thought she was being extremely cautious.
“Of course not.” Yan jumped out from behind the door, awkwardly waving at Little Bean. “I only came to check if you have given your mommy a call, not to purposely eavesdrop on your phone call.” Having finished that sentence, Yan put out her hand and patted Little Bean’s head while looking at him with a smiley face.
Little Bean stared at her for a few moments. “Liar. Aunt Yan, you wanted to listen in on my phone call!”
The smile on Yan’s face had slightly frozen. Eventually, she thought she just had to confess. “Alright, alright. I was eavesdropping on your phone call, okay? Did your mommy ask you to wait for her to come?”
Seeing how she had already confessed, Little bean did not question her any further. Instead, he just nodded.
Yan couldn’t help but continue asking, “Actually I was not planning on eavesdropping on your phone call, but… please don’t tell your Uncle Qing anything about your mommy, okay?”
“Why?” Little Bean’s confused eyes were on Yan.
Facing these beady eyes, Yan could not lie to his face. She muttered, “Just don’t ask why. It will be explained to you in the future; just not now. Little Bean, I know you are different from the other kids, and that you are smart, so this time you have to promise me, okay? Let your mommy handle this herself.” After she was done speaking, Yan earnestly looked at Little Bean.
Little Bean was also staring at her. The two stared at each other for a while before Little Bean came up with something witty. “But I don’t know anything. What can I tell Uncle Qing?”
“H-How do you not know anything? Weren’t you with your daddy…” At this point, Yan realized the situation and went up to hug Little Bean. “Little Bean, you are truly smart. I like you so much.”
When he heard this, Little Bean felt slightly disgusted so he pushed Yan away. “I only like my mommy. Plus, Aunt Yan likes Uncle Qing more!”
Being reminded of something personal by Little Bean, Yan could only touch her nose in embarrassment. She let out a sigh. “Alright. Whether I like you or Uncle Qing more, it’s all the same. I like you because you are so smart and cute.”
Of course, Little Bean did not care about Yan’s flattery. He put down his phone and focused on waiting for his mommy. Who knows what happened to Mommy and Daddy last night? Did she already forgive him? No, he can’t be forgiven! Bad Daddy. He used to bully Mommy, yet he still wants Mommy to forgive him so quickly. In his dreams!
The driver from Seabay Villa came to give Han Muzi a ride. When they had arrived at the entrance of the neighborhood, Han Muzi asked him to leave, but the driver was worried and insisted on waiting for her to go up.
Feeling helpless, Han Muzi had to tell the driver that Ye Moxuan was coming to pick her up. Only then did the driver come to the realization and drove away.
Han Muzi became relieved only after the driver had left. She then headed upstairs. Upon entering the house, she shouted Little Bean’s name.
Little Bean was seen running down from upstairs. He was running so fast that it frightened Han Muzi as she was afraid that he would fall if she asked him to stop all of a sudden. Therefore, when Little Bean ran into Han Muzi’s arms, the first thing that the latter did was pinch Little Bean’s ears.
“Who says you are allowed to run so fast? The stairs are so high; aren’t you afraid of falling? Do you think your body is made of steel?” Her tone was serious and it did not sound like she was joking.
Little Bean dared not argue with her, so he playfully stuck out his tongue. “Sorry, Mommy. It was my fault. I got excited the moment I saw you so…” After speaking, Little Bean lifted his head and looked at her pitifully, begging for affection.
Looking at Little Bean, Han Muzi’s desire to continue rebuking him had immediately disappeared.
Like a little beast, Little Bean pitifully pointed to his ears with his fingers. He murmured, “Mommy, it’s painful.”
Han Muzi subconsciously loosened her hands and helped him rub his ears. “Is it painful? Was I too much?”
“Yes!” Little Bean pouted sadly and looked at her with his teary-eyes. This look made Han Muzi feel extremely bad.
“Alright, it’s my fault. Don’t be mad at Mommy, okay? Go and wash your face and get changed; we are going to Uncle Qing’s place.”
Little Bean nodded in agreement. “Mommy, please give me a second.” He then turned around and headed upstairs. Han Muzi reminded him again as he was about to start running, so he had to slowly walk upstairs.
Coincidentally, Yan was standing at the stairs and she saw everything that happened. She came up to Han Muzi after Little Bean had left. “Little Bean’s ability to get himself out of trouble is getting better and better.”
Han Muzi was rendered speechless.
She stared at Yan for a moment. Even though she knew some part of what happened earlier was Little Bean’s attempt to get out of trouble, alas, he was still her son. How could she not spoil her son?
“Han Qing called to ask you to go over. What’s going on? He didn’t find out about what happened between you and Young Master Ye, did he?”
Speaking of this, Han Muzi was surprisingly calm—as if she was not worried at all.
Yan was slightly puzzled. “Why are you so calm? That’s your brother right there; aren’t you supposed to be worried?”
Han Muzi looked up—composed—and whispered, “What good does it do even if I am worried? Sooner or later, he will find out about this, so since it’s just a matter of time, it doesn’t make much difference.”
At this juncture, Yan thought what she said made perfect sense. If Muzi wanted to be with Ye Moxuan, Han Qing would definitely find out about it, sooner or later. There really was not that much of a difference whether he discovered it now… or later.
Yan nodded. “So, have you thought about how to bring it up with your brother?”
How to bring it up? Thinking of what she might have to say to Han Qing, including her requests, Han Muzi felt a chill running down her spine, even though… she did not seem to have any other options.
She smiled and said, “We’ll see what happens later. I will play it by ear.”
