Chapter 127: Could a Nun Be as Good as Jiang Fuchao?

“Dad?!”

Jiang Xiaochao was surprised and delighted to see him back so suddenly. He pouted when he heard his father’s words, “It wasn’t Niu Niu who kicked me, it was Uncle Haofei! He pinched my face!”

He skillfully reported the incident.

“Is he sick?” Jiang Han was speechless.

“Yeah, he’s been really weird lately! He stole my eggs again! And he keeps following us, wanting to play with us.” Jiang Xiaochao was still angry about the egg incident.

The father and son didn’t talk much before Hu Yao came over with a towel. She had heard everything since Jiang Han’s first words upon returning home. She knew he was back.

She didn’t pay attention to him for the moment, instead going to carefully apply a compress to Jiang Xiaochao’s face. She was still heartbroken.

Jiang Han, who was being ignored, felt a little displeased, but seeing her after so many days, his gaze softened.

“I’ll settle the score with him tomorrow! That thing is better off lying in bed!” He said, seeing the obvious heartache and unhappiness on her face.

“Mom hit him for me!” Jiang Xiaochao chuckled, his little feet dangling from the chair.

Jiang Han raised an eyebrow, a little surprised.

Hu Yao felt uncomfortable under his gaze and whispered, “You said it was okay to hit him.”

He had said so at length before leaving that day.

“Yeah, good hit, keep it up next time.” Jiang Han praised her.

Hu Yao remained silent, continuing to carefully apply the compress to Jiang Xiaochao’s face.

He had come back at this time and hadn’t eaten yet. Hu Yao and Jiang Xiaochao had mostly eaten in town these past few days, so there was no food prepared at home. She cooked a bowl of noodles for him.

He quickly finished his meal, with Jiang Xiaochao and Hu Yao sitting beside him to keep him company.

Jiang Xiaochao had so much to say after not seeing Jiang Han for all these days, his small hand clutching a red bean cake while he talked.

This time he came back, as always, with a lot of things, some for Jiang Xiaochao, some for Hu Yao.

“Dad, this cake is so yummy, can I have another one?”

Jiang Xiaochao was eating the cake so fast that his mouth was a little dirty. He always ate quickly when he found something delicious.

His last question was directed at Hu Yao.

Hu Yao smiled and wiped the crumbs off his little face, nodding, “You can.”

She got up to get him another cake. Jiang Han glanced at him, about to say something, when he started talking to him again, rambling on and on.

“Dad, I miss you so much when you’re not home, Mom and I miss you!” He said in a childish voice.

He was a few months older, and it did make a difference. His voice was much more pleasant. Jiang Han picked up his little hand, looking at his fractured finger, raising an eyebrow, “Is that so? How does your mom miss me?”

“Mom calls your name in her sleep!” Jiang Xiaochao said truthfully.

Hu Yao, hearing his words, paused, her cheeks slowly turning red. Then, meeting Jiang Han’s meaningful gaze, she subconsciously denied, “I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did! Mom called your name in her sleep!” Jiang Xiaochao was very serious.

Hu Yao stuffed the red bean cake into his little mouth.

Jiang Han’s mood visibly brightened. His tone towards Jiang Xiaochao became much gentler, and he even took the initiative to make him a bottle of milk. Even when he saw him running into the yard to roll around with the dog in the middle of the night, he didn’t say anything.

Until he said softly, “I want to sleep with Mom tonight.”

“Go back and sleep in your own bed!” Jiang Han picked up the little pillow that had taken his place on the pillow and threw it at him, telling him to disappear.

Jiang Xiaochao snorted, reluctantly carrying the little pillow back upstairs, his little steps heavy.

Hu Yao didn’t know about the simple dispute between father and son. She was taking a bath.

After getting pregnant, she was extra careful when taking a bath, afraid of slipping. Jiang Han had repeatedly told her about this, and because he had said it so many times, always saying she was clumsy, Hu Yao had lost confidence in herself and was extra cautious.

She took her time bathing. Jiang Han didn’t rush her, only calling out to her occasionally.

Hu Yao put on her clothes and responded to him, wiping her wet hair as she came out.

“Your belly has grown a lot.” He took the towel from her hand and carelessly wiped her hair. His technique wasn’t great, but his strength was very light.

She was wearing thin clothes after her bath, her body emitting a faint fragrance. Her four-month belly was clearly curved. Jiang Han looked at her, his gaze softening slightly.

He was wiping her hair, and Hu Yao’s hands were free. Following his words, she reached out and touched her belly.

Suddenly, she exclaimed, a little stunned.

“What’s wrong?”

“…The baby is moving.” She said slowly.

This was the first time, and it felt very new to her.

Hearing this, Jiang Han reached down and also touched her belly, feeling the slight movements.

An inexplicable feeling arose in his heart, but he didn’t show it on his face, “What’s so strange about that, Jiang Fuchao moved too.”

“Oh.”

Hearing him mention Jiang Xiaochao, Hu Yao’s gaze softened even more, with a hint of regret. She couldn’t remember, she didn’t know what it felt like when he was in her belly.

Her hair had hardly been cut since it grew back, and it was now very long. He wiped it for a long time before it was dry.

“I’ll go get it cut shorter tomorrow.” Hu Yao also felt it was a bit troublesome, picking up a few strands of her soft, black hair and whispering.

She had been eating well and drinking well, and had been nourished with all kinds of supplements. Her hair was now black and shiny, like a waterfall, making her look even more beautiful.

In the past, she hadn’t eaten well and had worked hard, and her hair quality was far from what it was now.

Jiang Han liked to touch her hair, whether it was on a whim, before bed, or during their lovemaking, he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Just trim it a little, don’t cut it too short, I’ll wash it for you later.” He casually smoothed her hair, his gaze falling on her white, smooth neck, then lower, dimming.

He used to think she was so troublesome, he wished he could cut her hair short, and because of –>>

He bullied her, made her tie her hair for him, and now he says he wants to wash her hair himself. He’s changed a lot.

“You used to make me cut all my hair and become a nun!” Hu Yao remembered, feeling depressed.

“When did I ever say that? Roll your eyes back! Becoming a nun, could you have Jiang Fuchao?” He didn’t acknowledge it at all. Looking at her, soft and half-embraced in his arms, he couldn’t help but pull her closer and lean down to kiss her.

He kissed her lower and lower, his hands getting restless. Hu Yao, her breath unsteady, grabbed his hand, forgetting what she was going to say to him.

“You haven’t showered.” She pushed him away.

Jiang Han, impatient, bit her: “I’m not showering!”

He’d been wanting her for the past half-month, his body tense. Now that he was touching her, he couldn’t help himself anywhere.

“No.”

His kisses became more urgent, his hands messing up her originally neat clothes. The indigo-colored undergarment was faintly visible. Hu Yao blushed and raised her hand to push his head away, her shyness spreading.

Jiang Han cursed under his breath, but finally endured his anger and quickly went to take a shower. He also shaved his beard, which had been pricking her. He shaved quickly and carelessly, and accidentally cut himself, but he didn’t bother. As soon as he came out of the shower room, he strode towards her on the bed.