Gain A Cute Wife By 'Kidnap'

Chapter 224 - I Wasn't Influenced by Him

“Hmph!” “At least you're showing some sense.”

Shang Mingming let out an angry snort and protectively placed his arms around Shang Cijie, who slept between the two of them.

Shang Cijie suddenly found himself at a loss. It was the first time he had seen Shang Mingming this furious, so utterly enraged.

“What are you staring at? Go to sleep! It's late.” He firmly pulled Shang Cijie down to sleep.

“Oh!” “Alright.”

Shang Cijie responded passively. As he was about to lie down, he intentionally stole a glance at Mu Sifa to gauge his reaction.

However, Mu Sifa didn't appear angry or displeased at all. He simply gazed at Ye Zichen with a loving smile.

What was happening? So calm? Wasn't he usually quick to anger? Even though he seemed somewhat different than before, this transformation was astounding! His temper had seemingly vanished completely.

Shang Cijie couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. What the heck!? I never witnessed such a good temper when I was around. But now, when I'm not around, he's shedding all his bad habits.

Little did Shang Cijie know that he was the catalyst for this change. If he were aware, he'd likely be overjoyed. However, the situation was undoubtedly complex, as Mu Sifa had made these changes solely for him.

“I'm switching off the lights!” Then he extended his hand to turn off the bedside lamp.

Initially, Shang Cijie and his son had intended to leave the table lamp on, but they didn't need to voice their wishes, as Mu Sifa had already done it, warming their hearts.

“Turn on the air conditioner at night so you don't catch a cold.” After tucking Shang Cijie and Shang Mingming under the blanket and ensuring everything was settled, he lay down to sleep.

Mu Sifa's actions caused a slight blush to appear on the faces of the father and son. They couldn't help but smile.

“I, I haven't undergone a conversion, not at all.”

When Shang Mingming regained his composure and noticed Shang Cijie gazing at him, he hastily offered an explanation for the first time.

Shang Cijie remained silent. The smile on his face grew increasingly apparent.

He understood that Shang Mingming had been moved, yet he didn't acknowledge it openly. After all, he was his son—how could he not comprehend Shang Mingming's feelings?

“There truly isn't anything else,” Shang Mingming explained, his frustration apparent.

“No, no. Let's go to sleep!” Embracing Shang Mingming in his arms, he gently caressed his soft hair and closed his eyes. At this moment, Shang Cijie appeared genuinely content. He was no longer as aloof as when he had first returned.

Shang Mingming recognized that Shang Cijie had seen through him, which left him feeling somewhat embarrassed. He could only obediently remain silent and allow Shang Cijie to carry him to sleep like this.

Mu Sifa, who had been observing them from the background, furrowed his brow. Although he cherished Shang Mingming greatly, he couldn't help but feel a bit envious of how much his wife embraced their son while they slept.

Had he always embraced the little one and slept like this? It marked the first time Mu Sifa had experienced jealousy, and the subject of his envy was his own son.

After approximately five minutes, as Shang Mingming heard Shang Cijie's even breathing, he gradually drifted off to sleep. However, before succumbing to slumber, he sleepily issued a warning to Mu Sifa, “If you dare to hug me, I'll kick you wherever you touch.”

Mu Sifa's countenance darkened, “Who taught you to say that?”

“Who cares who taught me this? I don't mind, as long as it wasn't Xiaojie.” She asserted her pride once more before nestling into Shang Cijie's embrace and falling asleep.

Mu Sifa suddenly chuckled. “What an adorable child, and he's even my own son. It seems I won't have to worry about loneliness at home.”

Mu Sifa mused to himself. He appeared to be in good spirits and was relishing the atmosphere.