Treasure Hunt: Tycoon's Priceless Runaway Wife-Chapter 77: Hmm, I think this has potential!

Ji Baby blinked, poked his little belly, hesitated for a moment, then pointed at the animal-shaped ice creams, "Daddy, can I eat yours too?"

Ji Rui hesitated as well, seeing his son’s hopeful and pleading eyes, the refusal he wanted to give turned into a nod.

"Okay, but just a little bit, don’t eat it all, got it?"

"YES, SIR!" Baobao suddenly saluted Ji Rui like a little soldier.

Ji Rui held Baobao and took a tour around the self-service and dessert areas, returning to a table piled with four or five plates full of food and two ice creams.

"I thought only Tongtong could make the boss go bankrupt, turns out you can too, Baobao!"

As soon as Ji Baby sat down, he scooped a big spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, listened to Yang Sheng, and looked curiously at him with wide eyes.

"Uncle Sheng, who’s Tongtong? Is she your wife?"

In kindergarten, Ji Baby was quite the star, with a bunch of little girls saying they wanted to be his wife.

Yang Sheng was drinking soup when Ji Baby asked and choked, coughing uncontrollably. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Ji Rui frowned, gave Ji Baby a stern look.

"Baobao, don’t say such nonsense. She’s just your Uncle Sheng’s colleague, nothing about being a wife. Where did you hear that?"

Hearing Baobao ask if Le Tong was Yang Sheng’s wife, the gentle and considerate Ji Rui who’d spun around with his baby son seemed to vanish. Ji Rui felt his son’s words were a bit annoying, even though Le Tong had nothing to do with him and wasn’t particularly close to Yang Sheng either, just a colleague and senior-junior relationship.

Ji Baby pouted, dug another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

"It’s not nonsense, the boys in my class, many have wives!" Baobao muttered with a mouth full of ice cream, swallowed it with effort, and seriously said to Ji Rui, "Daddy, don’t you know? Many girls in school want to be my wife!"

Ji Rui raised an eyebrow, about to say something when Yang Sheng started teasing Baobao with a laugh.

"So does Baobao have a girl he likes? Does he want to marry her?"

Ji Baby thought for a while, then tilted his head to look at Ji Rui.

"But Daddy doesn’t even have a wife, how can I get one?!"

Ji Rui turned green, while Yang Sheng laughed gleefully.

"Baobao, weren’t you helping Daddy get a wife last time? Why did you give up?"

Ji Baby was not yet five, but Yang Sheng often found his thoughts and actions far more interesting and rich than an adult’s.

Ji Rui gave Yang Sheng a warning glare, "Yang Sheng, the Ji Family is hiring cleaners recently!"

Yang Sheng’s laughter abruptly stopped, but his eyes still smiled.

"They’re not good enough!" Ji Baby seemed oblivious to his daddy’s face, shaking his head and saying, "Their quality... doesn’t match up to becoming Daddy’s wife!"

Ji Rui’s expression finally relaxed a bit, he reached out to rub Baobao’s head, "That’s my son!"

Yang Sheng smiled, looking at the father and son, suddenly chiming in, "Baobao, do you think that pretty Sister is suited to be your Daddy’s wife?"

Ji Baby’s eyes twinkled, blinked, thought hard for a moment, then nodded sagely. "Hmm, I think there’s a chance!!"

Ji Rui was puzzled, looking at Yang Sheng and then his own baby son, "What trouble are you two up to now?"

Ji Baby shook his head like a rattle, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, muttering as he spoke, "There’s not! Right, Uncle Sheng?"

Yang Sheng quickly nodded, "Yeah, definitely not!"

But the amused smile on his face suggested otherwise.

Ji Rui gave Yang Sheng another warning look, pushed the plate full of food Baobao had brought over in front of him, "Eat up!"

Yang Sheng had originally only picked half a plate of food, but Ji Baby had grabbed two of everything he saw, bringing back a lot of food. The three of them together finished it all; the two men were full but a bit embarrassed to let their stomachs bulge, so they sat up as straight as they could in the car.

Ji Baby, being a little kid, had no such concerns, laying comfortably in the middle of the return journey, with Ji Rui and Yang Sheng on either side. Ji Baby laid his head on Ji Rui’s lap, feet on Yang Sheng’s lap, happily sighing while rubbing his round belly with his chubby hands.

"Oh, so full!"

"Was it good?"

Yang Sheng’s question was rather unnecessary.

"Delicious! Let’s come again next time!" Ji Baby had barely finished this meal and was already thinking about the next.

Yang Sheng put his large hand on Ji Baby’s stomach, patting it, "Baobao, did you hide a watermelon in here?"

Ji Baby giggled and rubbed his feet on Yang Sheng’s stomach, "Uncle Sheng, did you hide a football in there?"

Yang Sheng, playful as ever, propped himself up and patted his own belly, "Baobao, you’re wrong, there’s a baby in Uncle Sheng’s belly!"

Ji Baby jumped up, kneeling beside Yang Sheng, patting his belly.

"Uncle Sheng, you’re lying! Only mommies can have babies, Uncle Sheng is a man, he can’t have babies! Daddy, isn’t that right?"

Ji Rui pinched his cheek, "Yes, that’s right!"

Yang Sheng gave Ji Rui a look, "You’re no fun. Can’t you just play along to tease Baobao?"

Ji Rui shot him a look back, "With your IQ, teasing my son?! My son teasing you is more like it, right, Baobao!"

Don’t be fooled by Ji Rui’s usual calm demeanor, when it comes to sharp tongues, he’s no less savage than Yang Sheng.

"Yes! Correct, silly Uncle, silly Uncle!"

Ji Baby was in perfect sync with Ji Rui, the dad swinging the knife, and the son delivering the finishing blow.

The car sped along, the three of them chatting and laughing inside.

"Should I drop you home?" Ji Rui wasn’t sure if Yang Sheng had other plans, because, unlike him, Yang Sheng liked to play and have fun outside of work.

Yang Sheng checked the time, thought for a moment, then told the driver, "Xiao Li, drop me at the next intersection!"

Ji Rui saw the familiar row of neon lights ahead, "Yang Sheng, drinking is bad for your health, drink less!"

Ji Rui’s voice was full of concern. The sharp-tongued man just now seemed like a figment of Yang Sheng’s imagination.

"Alright, I’m just going to hang out, not drink much!"

Privately, Yang Sheng had many friends, but only a few he truly connected with, and Ji Rui was one of them.

Ji Rui patted his shoulder, offering advice.

"Yang Sheng, it’s been ten years, time to let it go!"

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