Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 487 Becoming a Giant Baby, For Whom?

After class, Ning Yao left the classroom faster than usual, almost running back as if she could use her two legs as four.

As expected, Ning Yao saw Ning Chen sitting obediently on the sofa reading a book when she opened the door, while Mr. Bocuse was busy in the kitchen.

Ning Yao thought to herself, "It feels so good to have my son waiting for me at home."

"Aren't you bored staying at home? Your mom has already sent someone to pick up your computer, and it will be delivered here this afternoon." Ning Yao rubbed Ning Chen's head, smoothing a few unruly strands of his hair back.

“Not boring at all. You have so many books here, I can’t possibly read them all,” Ning Chen replied with a smile, casually turning the book in his hand over and spreading it out on the table. His eyes were clear and his whole being exuded a tranquil aura.

It's a truly amazing feeling to see someone close to you undergo such a dramatic change.

The mother and son had only been talking for a short while when footsteps came from the doorway. As expected, the footsteps stopped outside, followed by the sound of a key opening the door.

Besides Ning Yao, only Bogus and Wen Tingye have the keys to this faculty apartment.

Bocuse was busy in the kitchen, and it was clear that the person outside was Wen Tingye.

The door opened with a sound, and a pair of long, slender legs appeared before everyone. Ning Yao looked up from below.

Wen Tingye, dressed in a clean and sharp suit trousers, walked step by step on the tiles on the ground. He was holding a soft little thing in his arms. What else could it be but Zhuangzhuang, the little Persian cat that Ning Yao had given him?

The cat nestled comfortably in Wen Tingye's arms, its eyes half-closed as if it couldn't open, looking quite content.

It seems the kitten is no longer afraid of Wen Tingye and clearly relies on him as if he were its owner.

Guan Ying was already used to it. As soon as she saw Wen Tingye arrive, she immediately gave Ning Yao a look, turned around, said goodbye, and left, going to her own room on her own.

She didn't care about Mr. Bocuse's food; she was fine with whatever she ate, whether it was takeout or the school cafeteria.

Bocuse had already finished in the kitchen. Seeing that Wen Tingye, the male host, had returned to the apartment, he immediately said to Ning Yao in fluent Chinese, "Miss Ning Yao, I have prepared Chinese food. I will prepare afternoon tea at home and deliver it at three o'clock sharp."

With Wen Tingye here, wouldn't he be annoying if he just stayed in the apartment like a third wheel?

Bocuse was getting old and understood these social dynamics well. He didn't do anything unnecessary, nor did he neglect his duties.

"Mr. Bocuse, thank you for your hard work." Ning Yao got up and saw Bocuse out of the room, then politely closed the door.

Wen Tingye held Zhuangzhuang, who had been disinfected, in his arms and raised an eyebrow at his son sitting on the sofa.

Are you feeling better?

Just as the man was speaking, Ning Yao turned around and caught a glimpse of Ning Chen, who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes wide open for no apparent reason.

His gaze was as if he were looking at a stranger, as if he didn't recognize Wen Tingye.

Sure enough, the next second Ning Chen uttered a question from the depths of his soul.

"who are you?"

Wen Tingye was taken aback at first, then his face darkened.

Who am I? I'm your father!

Seeing that Wen Tingye's expression was not good, Ning Yao quickly stepped forward to protect her son.

"He's injured, and there are medication components in his body, which will affect his brain. Don't blame him, he'll be fine in a while."

"Hmm," Wen Tingye replied absentmindedly, then sat down on the sofa.

He squeezed out a little time from his busy schedule today, compressed the meeting process, and rushed to the apartment to visit Ning Yao.

Besides missing her, another reason is that Ning Yao is trending on social media again.

The trending topic was naturally Ning Yao's intimate photos with a tall, handsome boy on campus.

In the scene, Ning Yao is standing still when a boy bends down and kisses her cheek, and Ning Yao's eyes are filled with surprise.

When Wen Tingye saw the trending topic, he almost smashed his phone. He wished he could kick the boy on the screen into outer space.

Even after Wen Tingye realized that the boy who kissed Ning Yao's cheek was their son Ning Chen, his urge to kick him still didn't diminish.

If Ai Xiu had kissed Ning Yao, it would have been fine; she was only six years old, so it wouldn't have mattered.

Ning Chen's son is at least nineteen years old. How can someone so old still kiss his own mother?

Although it wasn't impossible, Wen Tingye just felt uncomfortable, and almost forgot that Ning Chen was injured because he saved him.

So he squeezed out half a day to go to the school to see Ning Yao and Ning Chen...

Ning Yao, who was standing to the side, understood Wen Tingye's feelings. Putting herself in his shoes, she thought that if her son woke up after being injured and forgot about her, she would feel extremely distressed and aggrieved.

“Achen, he is your father. The reason you were injured and lost your memory is because you risked your life to save your father.”

Ning Yao gently explained Wen Tingye's existence to her son.

"Really? I have no recollection of it at all," Ning Chen replied, frowning.

The boy sat on the sofa, looking conflicted, as if trying hard to recall the existence of Wen Tingye.

“You can’t blame him. He’s been by my side since he was little. We’ve known each other for five years. Then there was that incident of him running away from home. It’s normal that he doesn’t remember you.” Ning Yao saw that Wen Tingye was calm on the surface as if nothing had happened, but she knew that he must be bothered by it.

After all, Wen Tingye is narrow-minded, vindictive, and holds grudges...

Of course, Ning Yao only said the last sentence silently in her heart, without uttering it aloud.

"Is Dad going to have dinner with Mom and me later?" Ning Chen didn't want to recall it anymore. If he couldn't remember, then he wouldn't remember. For him, having a mother was already a blessing. The role of a father was just icing on the cake, something that could be dispensable.

Wen Tingye put the cat aside, his brows and eyes already covered with a layer of frost.

How can this kid talk like that? He came all this way, can't he even have a meal with his wife and son?

The thought of Ning Chen proudly holding his wife's hand and kissing her cheek intensified the chill in Wen Tingye's eyes, and even his voice turned colder.

"Yes, you're not fully recovered yet, how can you leave the hospital on your own? After you've eaten, I'll arrange for someone to take you home."

"No need, I'll just sleep here with Mom. It'll save her the trouble of driving to the hospital to be with me at night, it's too much of a hassle." Ning Chen said, glancing at Ning Yao who was playing with the kitten beside her, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Why did you go to the hospital late at night to be with your son?

After hearing Ning Chen's words, Wen Tingye raised an eyebrow and looked at Ning Yao, his eyes seemingly seeking an explanation.

Ning Chen isn't seriously ill and bedridden, on the verge of death. Although it's a gunshot wound, the location isn't vital, so he shouldn't be that vulnerable, right?

“Actually, it’s not a matter of whether it’s troublesome or not. Achen doesn’t like being in the hospital, and he doesn’t need to have his dressing changed these two days, so it’s fine for him to stay at home.” Ning Yao didn’t care at all. What was there to care about with her son? She couldn’t be happier to live with him.

"So, he's going to stay by your side all day?" Wen Tingye's voice turned even colder, each word dripping with frost, chillingly sharp.

"Yes, it's rare that my son is so big and still clings to me..." Ning Yao's voice was sweet, and she laughed without any guile.

"You seem quite happy." The man's voice suddenly lowered, and he spoke with a smile, but his tone sent chills down one's spine.

Ning Yao could easily tell that something was wrong with Wen Tingye. She looked at the man suspiciously, her mind filled with doubt.

Shouldn't she, as a mother, be happy that her son likes to be close to her?

Or perhaps he was jealous, jealous that his son was closer to her than to him?

“Our son is grown up and should go out on his own, start his own family, and have his own life, instead of clinging to his mother like a giant baby.” Wen Tingye’s words were very pointed, almost as if he was referring to Ning Chen by name.

If Wen Tingye's son needs anything, his father will provide the greatest possible assistance.

The only thing he wouldn't allow was for someone to steal his wife.

Ning Chen, not to be outdone, innocently shrugged and casually uttered a sentence.

"Dad, have you forgotten who caused me to become a giant baby?"

"..."

Wen Tingye was caught off guard and was criticized by his son who had lost his memory, and he couldn't refute it.