The Beloved and Pampered Girl

Chapter 973: Chapter 973 Miscalculation

“Jian Jian, are you satisfied now?”

“Uncle, someone like him would only dirty your hands!” Jian Dan said with a smile.

Chu Liyuan looked at Jian Dan with an adoring gaze and lifted his arm to place his hand on top of Jian Dan’s head.

Right after Chu Liyuan removed his hand, “Mommy, look down!” Qian Lele called out to Jian Dan, looking up at her.

Jian Dan thought Qian Lele had some secret to tell her, so she lowered her head, not expecting that as soon as she did, Qian Lele, imitating Chu Liyuan’s previous action, raised his tiny hand and gently patted Jian Dan’s head, “Mommy, I will protect you in the future!”

Jian Dan was instantly amused by Qian Lele’s antics.

“I’ll protect my wife myself! As for wanting a wife, find one yourself when you grow up!” Chu Liyuan said to Qian Lele, dissatisfied.

“What do you know? I was once the closest to Mom and spent a whole 10 months with her, never apart. Can you top that? So, protecting Mom is my responsibility!” Qian Lele retorted unabashedly.

Jian Dan watched the back and forth between father and son, the corners of her mouth curving more and more upward.

The days ahead should be very interesting.

Li Jing also turned her face to the side to steal a laugh at this scene, after all, it was the first time someone dared to compete with Chu Liyuan for Jian Dan.

In the past, Jian Xiaokai would often clash with Chu Liyuan, but it never involved Jian Dan, so he didn’t hold it against him. But this Qian Lele, daring to openly compete with him for Jian Jian, absolutely couldn’t be indulged.

When she finished work and went home, Jian Dan intended to sit in the back seat with Qian Lele, but Chu Liyuan forcibly twisted her into the front seat and then glanced proudly at the baby car seat where Qian Lele was sitting, smirking with a triumphant raise of the eyebrows.

Qian Lele looked at Chu Liyuan very upset, thinking that when he grew up a bit, he wouldn’t be so passive anymore. For now, he just had to swallow his frustration.

Qian Lele closed his eyes and turned his head away, adopting an out-of-sight, out-of-mind demeanor.

Returning to Li Garden, Chu Liyuan instantly had Aunt Zhu take Qian Lele to his room, and seeing the situation, Qian Lele was ready to cry.

Chu Liyuan calmly looked at Qian Lele, “Young man, if you cry now, you’re really insulting your own intelligence.”

Qian Lele could only shut his mouth!

Chu Liyuan once again raised his eyebrows, took Jian Dan’s hand, and swaggered upstairs in front of Qian Lele.

Qian Lele regretfully watched from behind, deeply regretting his display of genius, which was like shooting himself in the foot.

Chu Liyuan took Jian Dan back to their master bedroom and, upon closing the door, pinned her against the wall with a wide grin on his face, “Finally, I don’t have to battle that guy for you every day!”

“Uncle, how can you refer to Qian Lele as ‘that guy’? Don’t forget, he’s your son!”

“Forgetting that for a moment won’t hurt, will it?” And with a princess carry, he swooped Jian Dan up…

Early the next morning, their bedroom door was knocked on, with Qian Lele’s milky voice coming from outside, “Mommy, Qian Lele is hungry!”

Upon hearing Qian Lele’s voice, Jian Dan was about to get up, but she was tightly pulled into an embrace by Chu Liyuan beside her, “Don’t bother with him, Jin will take care of it!”

“Mommy, won’t you take care of Qian Lele? Qian Lele is so hungry!” Qian Lele’s voice rose again, pitifully.

As a mother, how could Jian Dan ignore this?

“Uncle, if you don’t let go, I’m going to get angry!”

Only then did Chu Liyuan reluctantly release Jian Dan.

Jian Dan quickly dressed and, without even washing her face, opened the bedroom door.

Seeing Qian Lele looking pitiable, squatting at the doorway of their master bedroom, Jian Dan’s maternal instinct overflowed, and she scooped Qian Lele up in her arms.

As he was lifted, Qian Lele’s little hands clung to Jian Dan’s neck, his small head nuzzling against her face as if to tell Jian Dan just how wronged he felt.

Jian Dan kissed Qian Lele’s soft little cheek with a smile, “Mommy will make something for Qian Lele to eat now, okay?” In Jian Dan’s eyes, even with his high intelligence, Qian Lele was still a one-year-old child.

Jian Dan, holding Qian Lele, headed to the dining room…