Chapter 157: When is Your Birthday?

Hu Yao fell silent.

Jiang Xiaochao didn’t think anything was wrong. He continued to play with his little belly, thinking Hu Yao hadn’t heard him. He repeated earnestly, “Mama, take off your clothes and go to sleep, then you won’t be hot.”

“We can take off our clothes and sleep in the yard!” He thought about the strong wind in the yard.

“You can get out now!” Jiang Han pushed away his son’s hand, which was resting on him. He knew this little rascal wouldn’t settle down and go to sleep once he was in bed with them.

“Who taught you to be such a pervert? You want your mom to take off her clothes for you? Are you that big already?”

“Mama is hot.” Jiang Xiaochao felt confused.

He was just a little kid, how could he have such dirty thoughts? It was just Jiang Han who always called him a pervert.

“Daddy, I’m not a pervert.” He said seriously.

“Look at you, you little hooligan, your belly is exposed, aren’t you a pervert?” Jiang Han glanced at him, seeing him try to grab Hu Yao’s hand to touch his belly. He snorted and slapped his little paw away.

Jiang Fuchao always liked to expose his belly, and he always asked Hu Yao to touch it. What was there to touch? Hu Yao, this woman, really didn’t know what was good for her!

“Daddy, you broke my hand!” Jiang Xiaochao withdrew his small hand, which had been slapped, and pouted.

“Good! What do you need that hooligan hand for?” Jiang Han didn’t care at all.

Jiang Xiaochao puffed out his cheeks, angry. “Daddy is the hooligan! Daddy doesn’t wear clothes first! He takes off Mama’s clothes and kisses her and touches her. Mama said that boys shouldn’t do that to girls.”

Jiang Han snorted, propped himself up halfway, lifted him up, and threw him to the far end of the bed. Then, in front of him, he pulled Hu Yao over, hugged her in his arms, and pressed his lips against hers.

“What if your dad is a hooligan to your mom? Do you have a problem with that?” He was extremely arrogant.

Their father and son were arguing, and suddenly it involved her again. Hu Yao hadn’t even reacted.

Suddenly, she was held in his arms and kissed several times. Hu Yao came to her senses, blushing slightly, and pushed him away with a light slap.

Jiang Xiaochao was so young, what did he understand? Why did he always argue with him?

“Daddy is nasty!” Jiang Xiaochao saw him deliberately doing this to Hu Yao in front of him, his mouth pouted.

He remembered someone saying that hooligans could be arrested and sent to jail. He instantly glared, accusing Jiang Han of being a hooligan and saying he would report him to the police and have him arrested.

“Right, Mama?” He asked Hu Yao.

“Right.” Hu Yao suddenly laughed, unable to hold back her amusement.

Jiang Han was instantly amused.

That night, Jiang Xiaochao was eventually sent back to the second floor to sleep because he had the idea of sending his father to jail. He was scolded again before being sent away.

At the same time, Hu Yao, who had agreed, didn’t have it any easier.

She was now eight months pregnant. Jiang Han hadn’t done anything substantial to her, but he was a complete scoundrel, stripping her clothes off and kissing and touching her.

Hu Yao was embarrassed and angry, biting him and scratching him, but he easily held her down.

“Didn’t your son say it? Let you take off your clothes and go to sleep, it’s cooler!”

“I’m helping you.” He said seriously.

“He’s also accusing me of being a hooligan. You two fools are so free all day long, why don’t you go and accuse all the couples in the village? Go to other people’s bedsides and accuse them.”

“…”

“Don’t do that…” Hu Yao blushed and pressed down on his wandering hand. She was clearly just joking with Jiang Xiaochao.

“What do you mean by that?” His voice was a little hoarse, and he looked down at her with dark eyes.

Now that her belly was big, he had been holding back and not really touching her, but she kept teasing him!

In another month or two, when she gave birth to the little one in her belly, he would see how she cried!

Hu Yao felt his increasingly dangerous and invasive gaze, her white shoulders curled slightly, and she hurriedly pulled the thin blanket to cover herself, muffling her voice as she avoided his gaze. “I’m so sleepy, let’s go to sleep.”

“Aren’t you too hot to sleep?”

“…I’m not hot anymore.” He had almost stripped her naked!

“You’re not hot, I am!” Jiang Han glared at her pretending to be asleep, snorted, and didn’t bother himself. He took her hand and pulled it down to hold it.

“Don’t sleep if it doesn’t sleep!”

He pulled her hand and hugged her in his arms, his big hand rubbing down her smooth, white back, his voice deep as he felt her boneless hand.

That night, they were both exhausted, not just Jiang Han, but Hu Yao didn’t have it any easier.

She didn’t know when she fell asleep, she was still aware that he went to take a cold shower before she drifted off to sleep.

He had been quite a hooligan towards her before, but now it seemed to be worse, like a sex fiend, completely shameless.

…

The weather had been hot lately, and they had planted watermelons again this year. Hu Yao almost ate watermelon with Jiang Xiaochao every day.

It was almost July, and Jiang Xiaochao’s birthday was coming up.

He was turning four.

This was the first birthday Hu Yao had really celebrated for him, and she was very serious about it. She made a whole table of his favorite dishes and invited everyone to come for dinner.

She also invited some of his friends.

The house had been noisy since morning.

Jiang Han listened to the sound of the little brats chattering and running around, and his head ached.

“Daddy, make some milk for Xiaoya! And bring my rattle drum over here, and my…” Jiang Xiaochao stood on the sofa with bare feet and shouted at the top of his lungs. This was the eighth time he had ordered Jiang Han around this morning.

Jiang Han decided to endure it for his son’s birthday. He made the milk expressionlessly and picked up the drum that had been thrown in the corner.

“Coming, my ancestor.” He snorted.

“When this little bastard turns four, we can throw him away!” He went to the kitchen and said to Hu Yao.

“Tomorrow morning, throw him in the trash, whoever wants to pick him up can have him.”

Hu Yao heard the commotion outside in the kitchen, she smiled and told him to be more tolerant towards Jiang Xiaochao: “Just let him be happy today.”

“Look at him, he’s always grinning, his teeth are about to fall out! Who’s actually unhappy? Does my birthday get this kind of treatment?” Jiang Han took the knife from her hand, not pleased, and finished cutting the remaining meat.

Jiang Fuchao is like some kind of big young master, his birthday is so precious, he’s only a few years old, you can count them on one hand, and he has a birthday party with guests from all over, and his dad has to be his servant! He should be laughing in his sleep at night.

“Isn’t it good that he’s happy?” Hu Yao chided him, what parent doesn’t like to see their child happy? Every time she saw Jiang Xiaochao smile, she couldn’t help but be infected and smile along with him.

“I don’t know your birthday, when is your birthday? I’ll celebrate it with you and Xiaochao from now on.” Hu Yao said softly, her eyes soft and gentle as she looked at him.