Moreover, from her point of view, Chengchengâs behavior was entirely because Mu Shaoling paid too little attention to him, and the occasional attention he did receive was either calling for a beating or a scolding.
Though children may be small and not know how to express themselves, they still feel whether the adults treat them well or not.
Even though Mu Shaoling loved his son in his heart, he never showed it; instead, he somewhat showed a dislike, even indicating in front of the child that he preferred his daughter. This made the little guy feel uncomfortable, sensing that he wasnât liked, so of course he was reluctant to call out.
Chengcheng was resisting Mu Shaoling in his own way, wasnât he?
This little brat of her family, how good and doting is Brother An to them? Yet they still dare to act up; thatâs really asking for a spanking, isnât it?
"Stop, stop, I was wrong, mom, I was wrong," Yangyang, catching her hand that was clutching his collar, begged, "Can you spare me just this once? I swear I wonât do it again."
"Pretty daddy, pretty daddy, please help me, please plead for me!" Seeing that Yang Chuxia wouldnât let go, he had no choice but to seek help from Ye Ziâan.
Ye Ziâan laughed and shook his head, "Alright, he knows heâs wrong, letâs not hold it against him anymore."
Only then did Yang Chuxia release him, but she still glared at him, scaring him into immediately hiding beside Ye Ziâan and whispering in Ye Ziâanâs ear, "Pretty daddy, mom is so scary."
Watching the interaction between Yangyang and Ye Ziâan, Chengchengâs eyes clearly flickered with a hint of confusion.
Yang Chuxia did not miss this.
At dinner that night, Yang Chuxia noticed that Chengcheng clearly did not like being with Mu Shaoling.
Originally, he was nestled in Dongyangâs arms, but as soon as he saw Mu Shaoling sit down next to Dongyang, he slid out of Dongyangâs arms and wobbled over to Yangyangâs side.
"Little brother, let me feed you," Yangyang said, taking the bowl from his wavering hands.
Yet Mu Shaoling, as if blind to Chengchengâs dislike for him, continued to boast with laughter, especially to Yangyang, saying, "You brat, who says my son wonât call me daddy? He called me that today!"
Upon hearing this, Yangyang first fed Chengcheng some egg custard, then looked at Mu Shaoling with a hint of disdain, "How much silver did you give Chengcheng, huh?"
With that remark, Mu Shaolingâs smug smile froze on his face, and he immediately glared furiously at Commandery Princess Dongyang. Why do you have to blab about everything? Canât you leave me some dignity?
"Hehe, uncle, how many times a month does Chengcheng call you? Do you give him a discount for the sake of Aunt Dongyang?" Lele also chuckled and asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I can get Chengcheng to give you a discount; you interested?" Yangyang also asked with wide eyes.
In an instant, the eyes that glared angrily at Commandery Princess Dongyang turned toward Ye Ziâan and Yang Chuxia. Arenât you two going to handle this? Such unlikeable kids, arenât you going to stop them a little?
Yang Chuxia and Ye Ziâan simultaneously indicated they hadnât heard a thing.
"Brother An, try this, had the chef make it especially for you."
"Thank you, my dear, you eat too."
"Uncle, try this, the seafood is also very good here in Shandong."
"Thank you, Lele."
"Yangyang, you and your brother have some of the stewed ham, itâs cooked nicely."
"Okay, thank you, Auntie."
In short, at the table, everyone was busily serving each other, eating happily without anyone paying attention to Mu Shaolingâs angry glare, making his meal quite suffocating.
Finally, after finishing dinner, Lele and his brother took Chengcheng to find Yueyue and Qingqing. Then Ye Ziâan turned to Mu Shaoling and shook his head, "You really have some nerve, ending up with your son demanding a fee to call you âDaddy.â How much do you neglect this son of yours? If you donât like him, send him to me, Iâll take care of him, and I guarantee he will be treated the same as Lele and Yangyang."