“Uncle, Xiaoqi will be good.” Xiaoqi promised. “He won't disturb Mommy's studies, alright?”

Wu Yang also tried to persuade him. “Mr. Huo, I think Xiaoqi is quite obedient. You can let him stay. If he interrupts Ms. Ling's studies, I'll inform you about the situation.”

Brother Xu Xi had already briefed him on the situation and told him to listen to Ms. Ling.

Huo Ci smiled coldly at Ling Sheng. “If you don't get over 145 in the Mathematics examination, just wait and see!”

Ling Sheng smiled. “Thank you, Uncle.”

Xiaoqi said, “Thank you, Uncle.”

Huo Ci left. Upon seeing that the brat was not reluctant to see him leave at all and was even waving and smiling at him from the door, Huo Ci started fuming.

Look!

What was the point of doting on him? Besides angering him and stinking the area around him, he was useless. He had forgotten about him as soon as he had seen his mother.

Xiaoqi was very obedient. He huddled in the study's bay window and looked at his picture book while he played with his blocks. His voice was very soft, as he was afraid of disturbing his mother's studies.

There was a heater in the house, but it was not sufficient. Ling Sheng was afraid that he would be cold, so she even spread an electric blanket on the window sill.

When Jun s.h.i.+yan went over, the little fella was sleeping. There was a book under his head, and his face was red. His heart ached as he took the book away.

The child woke up and opened his eyes to look at him. As he remembered where he was, he said in a small voice, “Uncle Jun, where's my mommy?”

Jun s.h.i.+yan looked at the little fella, his eyes moistening slightly. His heart softened. How could there be such a sensible child? In a low voice, he asked, “Do you want Uncle to read you a story?”

There was a thick stack of picture books on the window sill. There was an English original book, a three-dimensional book, and a translated version. They were not very new, so they should have been read many times.

Xiaoqi shook his head and looked at him with big sparkling eyes. “Uncle Jun, let me tell you a story. I know all of them.”

Mommy, great-grandmother, and great-grandpa would read stories to him. If he pestered Grandpa, Grandpa would also read stories to him.

When Ling Sheng was done with an examination paper, she stretched lazily. When she looked up, she saw that the house was empty. Everyone was gone, and the curtains by the window had been drawn.

She walked over and pulled the curtains slightly. Then, she saw a handsome man sitting against the small window. His eyes were closed, and he was already asleep.

The child in his arms was sleeping soundly against his chest.

The little boy was holding a book.

It was snowing heavily outside, and snowflakes resembling down feathers floated through the window like petals.

Meanwhile, sunlight shone in. The way the duo was sleeping at that moment was beautiful and warm. Their faces were tilted slightly, and their profiles looked like they had been carved out of the same mold.

Ling Sheng's eyes were gentle as the corners of her lips curled up subconsciously. She tiptoed to get a silk blanket and covered them with it.

She did not know when the man had woken up, but he took her hand gently and moved close. His voice was hoa.r.s.e from sleep, but it was gentle and loving. “You must be tired. Rest a bit.”

Ling Sheng had not expected to wake him up. The window was not big, but she was small. She squeezed in and leaned against the man's shoulder to look at the snow outside.

Jun s.h.i.+yan frowned slightly. He could see the young lady's delicate face and the little guy sleeping like a piglet in his arms.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his heart felt full. This was warm and comfortable. It was nice. This was the first time he sincerely prayed to the heavens to make his future life like this.