Chu Junyu withdrew his gaze and fixed his eyes on Nangong Yehen, speaking calmly, "I don't hate him. I don't hate him."
Nangong Yehen felt a flicker of secret delight, but the next moment—
"He's not worthy of my hatred, and I don't have the time to hate."
"..."
Nangong Yehen raised an eyebrow high.
Huo Luan broke out in a cold sweat for Chu Junyu. *Young master, how can you speak like that?*
"Saying that still means you hate him," Nangong Yehen said flatly, his deep voice tinged with displeasure.
Meeting his son for the first time and hearing him say he hates him—how could he be happy?
"Am I handsome?" Chu Junyu's demeanor shifted, becoming adorably cute as he blinked his bright eyes at Nangong Yehen.
"...Handsome," Nangong Yehen nodded. He had inherited his mother's good looks, stunningly so.
Hmph, if he looked more like him, he'd be even more handsome.
"Don't you think I'm well-behaved?" He blinked again, his eyes like stars in the night sky, sparkling.
"Well-behaved." Nangong Yehen was baffled; the little guy's tone had shifted too fast.
"I'm very smart, do you believe that?" His eyes were bright, his smile elegant.
"I believe it." Nangong Yehen nodded. He had investigated; the boy was indeed talented.
Chu Junyu pulled out his phone, lit up the screen, and handed it to Nangong Yehen. "Look at my mommy, isn't she beautiful?"
Nangong Yehen took it, glanced at the woman in the photo—her smile radiant, blooming like a flower—"Beautiful."
"Isn't she even prettier than a celebrity?"
"Yes..." Nangong Yehen dialed his own phone number before returning it.
Chu Junyu propped his chin on his small hand, sighed with helpless frustration, "I'm handsome, smart, cute, and well-behaved. Mommy is beautiful, kind, and strong. But my daddy still heartlessly abandoned us. Tell me, shouldn't I hate him?"
"He didn't mean to abandon you."
"If he didn't mean to abandon me, then he meant to abandon my mommy." Chu Junyu looked at Nangong Yehen. "Otherwise, if a man loves a woman, he wouldn't just ignore her."
If he had cared, he couldn't have not known she had a child.
Nangong Yehen lifted his eyes and glanced at Huo Luan.
Huo Luan pursed his lips. The young master was too articulate; he didn't know what to say.
Chu Junyu glanced at the time on his phone screen, his small brow furrowing slightly. *Why isn't Mommy back yet?*
Just then, Chu Lingzhi emerged from the restroom, looking utterly drained.
She had diarrhea, stuck in there for over ten minutes, completely emptied out.
Chu Lingzhi walked to the sink, looked at herself in the mirror, and couldn't help cursing Mu Yu under her breath.
She shouldn't have accepted that bread.
Returning to her seat, Chu Lingzhi looked at Chu Junyu pitifully. "Little treasure, Mommy's wiped out."
"You look terrible." Chu Junyu looked at her with concern.
He had been about to tell her that Nangong Yehen had just approached them on his own.
But seeing how pale and exhausted she looked, he decided not to.
It wouldn't matter anyway.
"Your Aunt Mu's bread wasn't clean." It gave her diarrhea.
"Maybe she put laxatives in it," Chu Junyu said.
Mu Yu was a foodie but afraid of gaining weight, so whenever she cooked, she'd sneak a little laxative into the dish.
That way, she could eat her fill without getting fat.
"Probably," Chu Lingzhi agreed. It wasn't unclean food that would cause that kind of reaction.
"Little treasure, Mommy's too weak from hunger."
"Eat more. I'm almost done, so you hurry up and eat." Chu Junyu stood up and kept piling food into Chu Lingzhi's bowl.