Chapter 152

C152 – You Are Not Proper!

“So, it was me who misunderstood!” “Then we won’t do it anymore. If you’re not willing, we can stop.”

Mu Sifa feigned a helpless sigh but sneakily observed Shang Xiaojie’s reaction from the corner of his eye.

Shang Xiaojie grew anxious. Though he hadn’t explicitly expressed his fondness for such activities with Mu Sifa, he feared that if he refused now, Mu Sifa might distance himself or even resent him. After all, they shared both their waking and sleeping moments.

“I never said I wouldn’t accompany you.”

Shang Xiaojie mumbled, his voice tinged with a trace of complaint, as he lowered his head.

Upon hearing Shang Xiaojie’s response, Mu Sifa couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. It seemed that a bit of teasing worked wonders with Shang Xiaojie.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

“Since my dear husband has consented, I’ll reluctantly agree to accompany you! If I can find the time.”

He playfully cheated and wore a mischievous smile.

Only then did Shang Xiaojie realize that Mu Sifa had tricked him. His eyes filled with dissatisfaction. “Why are you so naughty!? Always teasing me.”

“Too much, treating me like a child!” Not anymore.

Shang Xiaojie felt an overwhelming happiness because his father and older sister had never expressed such concern for him when he was unwell or faced an accident, leaving him to fend for himself.

This was why Mu Renying’s worry touched him deeply, making him feel someone cared about his well-being.

“Uncle is a really nice person.” He wore a warm and innocent smile.

“What’s so great? He only treats you kindly.” Mu Sifa retorted teasingly.

Indeed, Mu Renying had disciplined Mu Sifa with a firm hand, but he treated Shang Xiaojie differently.

“Is that so?” Shang Xiaojie beamed even brighter.

Mu Sifa frowned, pinched Shang Xiaojie’s buttocks, and adopted a reprimanding tone, saying, “What? Your husband got bullied, and you’re delighted about it, huh?”

“You’re always teasing me! Uncle scolded you properly.” Shang Xiaojie stuck his tongue out at Mu Sifa, making a face.

“Alright, Shang Xiaojie. You’re becoming bolder and mischievous, aren’t you!? When we get home, we’ll see how I’ll handle you.”

His voice carried a hint of danger, and he seemed poised to teach Shang Xiaojie a lesson. What kind of lesson was this? Though he didn’t explicitly state it, Shang Xiaojie understood quite well! Otherwise, his face wouldn’t be as red as a cooked prawn.

“You, you’re bad, always coming after me,” he shyly scolded.