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The little one burst into tears instantly, looking at Lu Zheng with anger, clinging to Wen Qian's neck and leaning against her chest in a pitiful manner.
"Umm, Daddy is bad. Daddy bullies Chen Chen."
Lu Zheng was taken aback, staring incredulously at Wen Qian. He hadn’t said anything at all!
As he watched the little one with red eyes looking at him, his heart ached. He wanted to hug him but was rejected.
"Daddy just wants to take Mommy away from me when he comes back. I don’t want that."
The one he loved the most was Mommy; Daddy had to come second.
Wen Qian comforted him a couple of times, and the boy stopped crying. He clung tightly to her neck, anxiously glancing at Lu Zheng.
Lu Zheng felt like crying too; it was the first time he encountered such a situation where he felt utterly helpless. He hadn’t done anything wrong yet found himself speechless.
Seeing Lu Zheng's expression, Wen Qian felt a subtle happiness in her heart. After all, he had provoked her in the afternoon, and it seemed only right that he should learn a lesson.
Though using their son like this did feel a bit unfair.
Wen Qian noticed that the little guy was already tired, rubbing his eyes with his hands. She looked down at him and gently coaxed, "How about you take a bath with Daddy? After we wash up, we can sleep together?"
At first, the little one shook his head reluctantly, but then he looked into Wen Qian's eyes and nodded. In a soft voice, he said, "Mommy has to wait for me to come back to sleep together. I want to be with Mommy."
"Okay!"
Lu Zheng carried the little one outside, but it was clear that the boy was still angry with him. He didn’t wrap his arms around Lu Zheng’s neck cheerfully as before and kept his head down, refusing to look at him.
Before leaving, Lu Zheng cast a bitter glance at Wen Qian but only received an indifferent gesture in return.
Wen Qian lay on the bed and couldn’t help but laugh out loud as she recalled Lu Zheng’s expression from earlier.
It was just too funny; she hadn’t expected him to show such a look—surprised, confused, ignorant, and aggrieved all at once.
As she laughed, her expression suddenly stiffened. Was she being a bit too childish?
Was what she did too foolish or trivial? How could she have acted this way?
During dinner, she had only intended to get a small bit of revenge on Lu Zheng but hadn’t expected it to escalate like this.
Her cheeks flushed slightly—not from shyness but from embarrassment over her own childish behavior.
Before long, Lu Zheng returned with the freshly bathed Lu Chen in his arms.
To her surprise, the two of them were laughing together as they came back, both with their arms around each other’s necks.
Where is the anger from earlier? It seems they have already made up.
Wen Qian looked at Lu Zheng with some surprise. She knew Xiao Chen well; although he was young, he was quite thoughtful, and it wasn't easy to soothe him quickly. When Chen Chen was little, he had been tricked by Zhang Yan with peach pastries once. That time, Zhang Yan left quite a few marks on him, but the little guy didn't tell her. If she hadn't discovered them while giving him a bath, she would never have known.
Later, when Zhang Yan tried to use cookies to trick Chen Chen again, he ran away. At that time, he was only three years old, an age when children easily forget things. Kids always want to eat delicious food, especially at that age. Some children remember the treats but forget the scoldings, and with their short memories, they can easily be fooled again.
She never expected that Chen Chen would resist; she hadn't even bought him cookies or peach pastries yet. The next time she went into the city with money, she only bought some broken peach pastries for him to try. She still remembered how happy he was, as if he had tasted something incredibly delicious.
"Daddy, you mustn't trick me," the little guy said seriously, gripping Lu Zheng's shirt tightly as if to say that if he dared to deceive him, he would never speak to him again.
The little one then ran into Wen Qian's arms and lay down while Lu Zheng went out to take a shower.
Seeing Chen Chen so happy, Wen Qian couldn't help but ask softly, "Why are you so happy, Chen Chen?"
"Mommy, Daddy just explained it to me. Daddy said he doesn't dislike me; it's for other reasons."
"What reasons? Can you tell Mommy?"
Lu Chen shook his head and waved his little hands. He looked at Wen Qian mysteriously and said, "Daddy said this is a secret between Chen Chen and Daddy. I can't tell Mommy; I want to be an honest child."
Wen Qian looked at her son's serious little face and pretended to be angry as she pinched his cheek. "Oh really? So now you have secrets with Daddy that you're hiding from Mommy? Mommy is so sad."
"Mommy, don't be sad! You can also have secrets with me that you don't tell Daddy," Lu Chen hurriedly comforted Wen Qian, sitting up anxiously to hug and kiss her.
Wen Qian thought her son would not be able to resist telling her but was surprised that he used such a roundabout tactic. Little Chen Chen was clever!
When Lu Zheng returned from his shower, Lu Chen called out loudly, "Daddy! Can I tell Mommy?"
"No, Chen Chen has already promised Daddy."
"Okay!" The little guy drooped his face and could only comfortingly kiss Wen Qian on the cheek. "Mommy, don't be angry; Chen Chen will give you a kiss."
"Mommy isn't angry; now go to sleep!"
Tonight, they had indeed been a bit excessive in teasing their son.
Lu Chen quickly fell asleep in Wen Qian's embrace, mumbling something before drifting off, and all Wen Qian could catch was the word "sister."
A thought flashed through Wen Qian's mind. She set her son down beside her, sat up, and looked seriously at Lu Zhengdao. "I won't have any more children; Chen Chen will be my only child. If I do decide to have more in the future, it must be based on my willingness and Chen Chen's willingness. I need to ensure that Chen Chen has some security before I even consider it."
She hadn't planned on having more children, but then she thought of herself. Being an only child in this ruthless era left her feeling incredibly insecure. Especially when facing a family like the Lu family, she couldn't bear to imagine what would happen if something were to happen to her and Lu Zheng. What if they faced an accident or misfortune? How difficult and painful would life be for Chen Chen afterward?
She had no relatives nearby, and Chen Chen had no support. She still hoped that he could have someone to rely on and help him out. Yes, she would continue to give all her love to Chen Chen. Besides, any future children might not even resemble the life she envisioned right now!
She needed to consider this matter only when she felt secure and capable; otherwise, it was pointless to discuss it.
Lu Zheng also looked at her earnestly. "I’ll support whatever you decide; I have no objections." He had always been distant from his family, so the fact that he was married with a child was already beyond his expectations. Therefore, he would support any decision she made.
"Just don't talk about this with Chen Chen," he added. "I'm afraid he might overthink things. Children are fickle; one moment they want siblings, and the next they don't."
Chen Chen had asked her once, "Mommy, why don't I have any brothers or sisters? I want some." But by the next day, he came running back in tears, his small body shaking as he cried, "Mommy, I don’t want brothers or sisters anymore!"
Seeing Wen Qian getting ready to lie down and sleep, Lu Zheng couldn't help but express his thoughts. "I really have no objections; I'm fine with whatever you choose."
"Yes," she replied softly. "I hope we can develop our relationship normally instead of being forced together for our son."
After enduring such a long period of hardship, Lu Zheng didn't want her future days to be filled with unhappiness.
Wen Qian fixed her gaze on him and nodded gently. "Okay, I understand."
So he didn’t want to continue their relationship; she would make room for someone else in the future and wouldn’t put him in a difficult position.
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