Chapter 219 - A Lovely Wife
Shang Mingming, sensing that something would happen to his parents, left the small second-floor hall early.
Currently, he sat in the living room, amusing himself with Shang Cijie's phone.
“Should I give Mr. Moyu a call to pass the time?”
Shang Mingming stared at Xu Moyu's contact, appearing conflicted and hesitant.
“Never mind, I won't compete anymore!” My man can be so possessive; what if he gets upset if I talk to Mr. Moyu later? There's no point in competing!”
He slouched in the chair like a deflated balloon.
Some time passed, and he checked the time; it was already midnight.
“Ah, I'm so tired!” Are Miss and my dad still not finished?”
I told them to hurry up and give me a little sister, but they don't need to take so long! It's been almost two hours; do they realize they have a son waiting for them?”
Shang Mingming muttered discontentedly and felt a bit annoyed.
“I'll just sleep here!” “Miss will come find me later, right?”
Shang Mingming lay down, gazing at the ceiling for a while before closing his eyes wearily.
At that moment, Mu Sifa and Shang Cijie had concluded their activities in the room.
Mu Sifa carried the exhausted Shang Cijie out of the bathroom and headed towards the bed. However, there was no sign of Shang Mingming.
Where could he have gone at this late hour? I assumed he'd fallen asleep early since it had been nearly two hours.
“Where's Mingming?”
Shang Cijie grew anxious when he didn't spot Shang Mingming in the room. However, as soon as he attempted to get up, he collapsed back down, utterly powerless.
Shang Cijie felt a mix of anger and embarrassment because he had been standing with his back turned to Mu Sifa for a long time. Right now, he couldn't even move his legs.
“You rest for a while; I'll go look for my son,” Wu Tie said with a smile as he affectionately ruffled Shang Xiaojie's hair.
Seeing Mu Sifa's smile, Shang Cijie's unhappiness grew. “What's so funny? Whose fault is it? Why didn't you hug me earlier?”
Blast it! I stood for over an hour; my legs are nearly numb.
Mu Sifa felt unfairly treated. “Honey, you said you didn't want me to support you. How can you blame me?”
“So if I told you to jump off a building, would you do it?” Shang Cijie became increasingly agitated, but the red flush on his face didn't fade.
Mu Sifa's gaze burned as he fixed it on Shang Cijie's exposed skin.
Instinctively, Shang Cijie pulled up his pajamas and eyed Mu Sifa warily.
“What are you up to? I'm warning you, don't even think about it!”
He hugged himself, resembling a small hedgehog.
“I didn't say a word, my dear.”
Mu Sifa extended his hand to gently touch Shang Cijie's cheek, sporting a sly smile.
Shang Cijie still felt the lingering sensation of Mu Sifa's touch. Now that Mu Sifa was touching him, he couldn't help but emit a soft “Mm,” which was rather vexing.
“Wife, are you trying to tempt me?”
“Who, who's trying to seduce you? It's you who touched me inappropriately, causing me to make those strange sounds.” He retorted, lacking confidence.
That rascal, who seduced whom, this audacious scoundrel.
“Regardless, keep your distance from me. Don't touch me again. It's repulsive.” He grumbled against his own will.
Mu Sifa should have been upset, or at least annoyed, but he strangely chuckled because Shang Cijie's loud reaction indicated he was simply bashful.
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