Chapter 209

C209 – Fried Dumplings

“Oh dear!” He doesn’t want me to be raised by him! He insists on being raised by my despicable father! Yet, he has the audacity to claim that he means nothing to my despicable father?”

Shang Mingming had a knack for exploiting Shang Cijie’s vulnerabilities, constantly teasing him with them.

“No, that’s not what I intended,” he stammered, his face reddening once more.

“You’ve chattered enough today; I forbid you from mentioning it again!” He playfully pointed his finger at Shang Mingming’s forehead, feigning sternness. However, Shang Cijie’s cute face made him look adorable even when he was angry.

This time, though, Shang Mingming chose to respect Shang Cijie and refrained from arguing.

“Very well then! I won’t mention it further. Our luggage is still by the door in the hallway. Darling, could you retrieve it for me so I can tidy up?”

“Of course. It’s getting late; it’s time for you to go to bed. Hurry up and take a bath; I’ll bring you your pajamas shortly,” Shang Cijie gently placed him on the bed and headed towards the door.

“Alright.”

Shang Mingming promptly responded, appearing accustomed to bathing by himself.

He scanned the spacious room, searching for the bathroom. Spotting it, he took small, adorable steps towards it.

Upon seeing Mu Sifa, she immediately distanced herself emotionally, appearing cold and indifferent, evidently still embarrassed by her recent encounter with Shang Mingming.

Mu Sifa’s heart ached immediately, but he reminded himself to get used to it; things would improve with time.

“I purchased the fried buns you mentioned. They’re still warm,” he offered to Shang Cijie with a cheerful smile.

Had he truly bought them? Was this for real? Astonishing.

Upon closer inspection, Shang Cijie noticed that Mu Sifa’s attire was slightly damp, and his hair was wet as well. Strangely, not a single drop of water had touched the bag of fried buns; he seemed as though he had just returned from being sheltered within someone’s embrace.

Was it raining? He vaguely recalled the weather forecast mentioning rain for tonight.

No, it was raining. Had Mu Sifa patiently waited in line to purchase the fresh fried buns for him? The store was so small that there must have been a queue outside.

“It’s alright; let me wipe it off a bit.”

Mu Sifa gently patted Shang Cijie’s head, reassuring him to stop fretting because Shang Cijie had been fixated on his wet clothes.

“Who, who’s concerned about you?” Stammering inexplicably, he snatched the fried buns from Mu Sifa’s grasp with an air of irritation. It was unclear whether he was genuinely upset or merely feigning anger.

If this had been five years ago, Mu Sifa would have playfully teased Shang Cijie, questioning if he was genuinely unconcerned, and then he would have teased him some more. However, he didn’t dare to do so now because he couldn’t decipher Shang Cijie’s temperament and was fearful of provoking him again.