Chapter 38 : I Don’t Want to Be Your Son

“Do you want a little girl?”

Thinking of how she spoke softly to the little one who was afraid of him, he asked softly.

As the words left his mouth, he really thought having a daughter would be pretty good, she wouldn’t be as annoying as Jiang Fuchao.

But you never know, she was annoying when she was stupid too! Maybe his daughter would be like her.

Forget it, one big and two small troublemakers, just thinking about it gave him a headache!

“Do you want one?” He thought that way, but he still teased her.

Hu Yao’s eyes flickered, her face flushed, and she couldn’t speak.

Speaking of children, she realized the problem, the first two times he had…

She might really get pregnant soon.

“No!” She shook her head repeatedly.

Jiang Han didn’t want another little troublemaker for the time being, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want one.

“Why not?” He narrowed his eyes, displeased.

“I, we have Chaochao.” Seeing that he was going to get angry, Hu Yao quickly said.

Her thoughts were easy to guess, she clearly didn’t want to give him more children!

Jiang Han’s eyes became even more dangerous, he pulled apart her clothes, looking at her fiercely: “One isn’t enough! I can afford ten more!”

Ten more!

Hu Yao was startled, subconsciously shaking her head again: “I don’t want any.”

He bit her shoulder angrily, his voice gloomy: “Not going to give birth?”

“I don’t want to, I don’t want to!” He was extremely domineering, his big hand pressed against her flat abdomen, his voice hoarse: “Let’s make one tonight.”

“Be cooperative, you know?”

“…” Hu Yao’s face flushed red, she was ashamed and resisted.

It seemed that he had wasted a lot of time talking to her, this time he gave her enough time to adapt, and he was a lot more patient and gentle.

But when he pushed her tightly closed legs apart, she couldn’t help but feel nervous and afraid.

The snow-white, delicate body intertwined with the muscular, broad body of a man, a picture of wilting lust.

She was helpless and nervous, clutching his arm, the next moment her hands were wrapped around his neck.

On the bed, their clothes were scattered and intertwined, the atmosphere of ambiguity was thick and pervasive.

Compared to the first two times, he was much gentler, but you couldn’t say he was really gentle, when his interest was high, he still didn’t care, listening to her broken, intermittent sobs, he was even more excited.

Afterward, he was more patient and coaxed her a few more times, even helping her put on her clothes.

Seeing that he hadn’t hurt her this time, he was satisfied, in a good mood, he hugged her into his arms as she slept, lowered his head and pecked her lips, his thin lips slightly curved.

Thinking of how she had been pricked by a needle at noon, he picked up her hand and looked at it, after a few seconds he put it down, smoothing her loose black hair.

When he had been intimate with her just now, the stray strands of hair at her hairline had been wet with sweat.

Jiang Han awkwardly wiped the thin sweat from her cheek, after serving her a few times, he didn’t find it troublesome.

Looking down at her sleeping, delicate face, he stared for a while, then he made an unclear sound of dissatisfaction.

She was indeed eye-catching, her features were small and delicate, no wonder they said she was the most beautiful girl in the ten surrounding villages.

Now she was his!

Jiang Han’s eyes softened unconsciously.

…

For two days in a row, Hu Yao stayed at home making fermented bamboo shoots and dried bamboo shoots.

Jiang Xiaochao didn’t like eating bamboo shoots very much, but he liked digging them, he had new clothes made for him by Hu Yao, and he wore them out every day to show off and tell people that she made them for him, his little face was arrogant and happy.

The next day was Mid-Autumn Festival, Lin Zhaodi went back to her parents’ house, and sent Hu Yao two pomelos, her parents’ house had a pomelo tree that was laden with fruit.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Hu Yao felt that Jiang Han had been gentler to her these past two days, although he still often yelled at people, but in some small details, he had changed a lot, obviously showing a bit of concern for her.

The environment had improved a lot in recent years, and this Mid-Autumn Festival was very lively.

Jiang Han stayed at home all day today, in the morning he leisurely went up the mountain with Jiang Xiaochao to cut down a tree and made a few smaller wooden basins.

He also picked some wild strawberries.

Jiang Xiaochao used his little skirt to scoop them up when he came back, he knew Hu Yao liked to eat them, so he picked a lot with Jiang Han.

“Dad, light the candles, light the candles!”

In the evening, Jiang Xiaochao took out the paper lantern that Hu Yao had bought for him, ran to find Jiang Han to light it, several little heads gathered at the door, all carrying lanterns to play with Jiang Xiaochao.

Jiang Han was in a good mood today, the father and son had been getting along harmoniously all day, and now he patiently helped him light the lantern.

Looking at this ordinary yet warm scene, Hu Yao curved her lips and continued to open the pomelo.

Just as she lowered her head for two seconds, the harmony between the father and son was shattered.

The reason was that Jiang Han accidentally lit Jiang Xiaochao’s lantern.

Jiang Xiaochao’s happy smile immediately collapsed, his mouth pouted like a fish: “Dad is a fool!”

Jiang Han, who had burned his lantern, had no guilt at all, and even blamed him for being noisy, he pinched his mouth: “You say that again? See if I don’t beat you up!”

Jiang Xiaochao was angry and wronged, he felt that he was so unreasonable, he burned his lantern and wanted to beat him up!

“I don’t want to be your son!” He threatened in a childish voice.

“Oh, that’s good.” His seemingly powerful threat meant nothing to Jiang Han: “Get lost now, I’ll have another one with your mom.”

Jiang Xiaochao widened his eyes, his face puffed up even more: “No! I still want to be Mom’s baby! You have another son with the bad woman, I am Mom’s son!”

He babbled on and on, and then he repeated what Xu Xuzhu had said to him that day.

Jiang Han narrowed his eyes, glanced at Hu Yao, who was worried that he would beat Jiang Fuchao, and snorted coldly: “Besides this little bastard, I have a damn other son, come on, one more, and they’ll all die–>>

“A few years! Shut your mouth and get out! Don’t let me see you!”

Jiang Xiaochao pouted. Hu Yao went over to hold his little hand and gently comforted him, “There’s still a lantern at home. Mom will light a candle for you. The grapefruit is very sweet. Chaochao, try some.”

She didn’t know when she started calling herself “Mom” so naturally.

With Hu Yao’s comfort, Jiang Xiaochao was immediately appeased. He secretly glanced at Jiang Han, snorted, and walked away with Hu Yao, chin held high.

Jiang Han, seeing his provocative look, was annoyed and kicked him in the butt without hesitation.

“Mom, Dad hit me!” Jiang Xiaochao covered his butt and complained loudly.

Hu Yao paused, turned to look at him, and whispered softly, “…Jiang Han, can you, please, stop hitting him? He’s so small.”

Her clear eyes were tinged with a hint of displeasure and unhappiness.

She was even setting conditions for him.

“He’s three years old, still small?” Jiang Han felt increasingly that Hu Yao was spoiling Jiang Xiaochao. Maybe one day Jiang Xiaochao would even climb over his head, his own father!

“I’ll beat his head crooked! And yours too!” He threatened both of them.

Hu Yao pursed her lips, “Then hit me!”

Jiang Han clicked his tongue, scrutinizing her for a few seconds, “You’ve gotten bolder since I haven’t hit you in a while? Really think I won’t hit you?”

He pulled her over and unceremoniously slapped her on the butt.

Hu Yao’s face instantly flushed red. She pushed against his arm to avoid him, blushing with anger, “You, you!”