The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting-Chapter 8: Long Manyin

“He’s not! He’s not!” Shui Anluo retorted loudly before she quickly turned around and ran out of the university gate.

‘My child certainly isn’t Chu Ningyi’s!’ Shui Anluo walked with large steps, seemingly unbothered by the person who was calling out to her from behind.

What right does this person have that he would receive what he wanted just because he asked for it? She had given birth to this child, does he think that getting this child was no different from ordering a glass of red wine?

Shui Anluo went home indignantly and Qiao Yaruan did not say anything else either.

Chu Ningyi, who was in the car, watched as Shui Anluo furiously left. The corners of his lips perked up as he looked at the photographs taken several days ago. This child certainly looked overbearing and was just like a carbon copy of himself.

His mobile phone suddenly rang and Chu Ningyi reached out to take the call. The person on the other end said something and Chu Ningyi nodded gently. “Got it, I’ll make my way over now. You guys can leave first.” After Chu Ningyi ended the call, he looked at the photographs once again. He had never thought of becoming a father but when faced with the sudden appearance of this child, he understood that what he felt was mostly a pleasant surprise aside from the initial anger.

A child… a child that was entirely his own.

It was an indescribable feeling — very sweet, sour, and… painful!

Shui Anluo finally arrived home. Her mother Long Manyin had already finished cooking lunch. Although she was over forty years old, no one could determine her age. With a tall, slim, and trim figure, her exquisite face seemed to lack the wrinkles that would be present with age. It was as if the events from a year ago had not harmed her at all.

“You’re home! I’ve just finished cooking.” Long Manyin smiled as she welcomed them.

“How are you, Auntie?” Qiao Yaruan greeted her politely but her eyes were whirling as she looked around the room.

Since they were forced out of the Shui family home with nothing on their backs, they only lived in a small one-room apartment. Altogether, it was only 165 square meters 1 .

“The little one is fast asleep and won’t be awake for a while. Wash your hands first and eat. The baby will be up soon.” Long Manyin knew what Shui Anluo was thinking. After she spoke, she turned around and walked into the kitchen before serving all the dishes.

Shui Anluo cast away the suffocating feeling of Chu Ningyi’s sudden appearance and walked toward the cradle to pick up the sleeping baby, planting a kiss on his little face while he was sound asleep. Indeed, all of her worries melted away as soon as she saw her baby.

Although Qiao Yaruan knew that the little one was asleep, she circled over and gazed upon his expressionless yet adorable sleeping face. She could not help but sigh. “How could something be so cute?” He was so cute that one would feel the urge to nibble on him.

“For that, you’d have to see the person who gave birth to him,” replied Shui Anluo complacently as she carried the little baby to the dining table.

Long Manyin smiled as she watched them while calling them for the meal.

“You’ve been taking care of Luoluo since she was pregnant in school. There’s no need to be courteous in this house, this is your home as well.”

“Of course I won’t hold back. Your cooking is so delicious, auntie! Courtesy would be a crime,” Qiao Yaruan grinned as she replied. She then picked up her chopsticks and began eating.

“Mum, she’s like a locust, why are you saying these things to her?” Shui Anluo replied without a hint of politeness. She was carrying the little baby with one hand while picking up her chopsticks with another.

Due to the addition of Qiao Yaruan, the lunch was very merry and was filled with laughter.

However, since Qiao Yaruan had to rush to catch the train home, she had to leave soon after lunch but managed to wait for the little darling to awaken.

The little baby did not cry or make a fuss when he woke up. His large eyes only looked around and his little lips gurgled as if he was speaking his own language. He also waved his little hands as if he was waving goodbye to his godmother.

After sending her roommate off, Shui Anluo carried her son back into the apartment. She held his tiny hand with one hand and cooed, “Say mama, mama.”

“Ya ya…” He opened his little mouth and drooled.