Dr. Jiang’s Daily Adversities - Chapter 369

Chapter 369: Don’t You Know How Heavy You Are?

The car was dead silent, and the temperature was just right.

A few minutes later, Mo Boyuan pulled over in front of Yunyu Tixiang. Mo Zhining had been waiting, and he opened the car door, crawling in nimbly.

Just as he was about to speak, Mo Boyuan had interrupted. “Be quiet. Mommy is asleep.”

Mo Zhining nodded quickly and tilted his head to find Jiang Tingxu sleeping in her seat. He quietly sat back down. Then, Mo Boyuan started the engine and drove off.

…

It was supposed to be a twenty-minute drive back to Zichen Mountain. Yet this time, they took half an hour to arrive. Once the car came to a stop, Jiang Tingxu opened her eyes.

“You’re awake?” His voice was soft.

“Mhm,” she answered.

The kiddo in the back seat couldn’t hold back anymore and asked, “Mommy, are you tired?”

There was a worried look on his little face. Mo Zhining thought his mommy must’ve been tired. If not, she wouldn’t have fallen asleep in the car.

Jiang Tingxu hurriedly turned her head to grin at him. “Hi there. When did you get in the car?”

“Since very long ago,” he humphed. His tone was a little bitter.

Mo Zhining hadn’t seen Jiang Tingxu for a long time. When he heard his dad telling him he and his mommy were going to pick him up, he was beyond excited. Who knew that after he had gotten in the car, his mommy was already asleep. He was pouting, feeling wronged because he’d missed his mother a lot.

Jiang Tingxu chuckled. She reached out her hand, and Mo Zhining leaned his head closer towards her. As expected, the feeling was good—she rubbed his head quite a few times before she finally had enough of it and let go.

“I’m sorry. Could you forgive me, perhaps?”

Gee, this wasn’t something serious. Mo Zhining would never be angry at his mommy. “It-it’s no big deal. I have a big, big heart.”

Mo Zhining had forgotten how he was pulling a face just minutes ago.

Mo Boyuan had been watching the mother and son duo. “Let’s go,” he said gently.

They got out of the car, and Mo Zhining ran and crashed into his mommy’s embrace. It was only for seconds before he was dragged away by his daddy.

“Mo Zhining, do you know that your mother is tired right now?”

“I know.”

“If you knew, why did you still try to hug her? Don’t you know how heavy you are?” Mo Boyuan spoke as if his son was a two hundred pound fatso.

At this instance, Uncle Mu had walked over to greet them. Mo Boyuan didn’t continue to reason with Mo Zhining, and he asked Uncle Mu if there was any ready-made food in the kitchen.

“Yes, we made a pot of chicken soup in the afternoon, but we’d still have to brew it for a little longer before it’s ready to serve. On the other hand, we do have some desserts.”

It was perfect. Mo Boyuan shifted his gaze to look at Jiang Tingxu. “Honey, they have chicken soup. Would that be okay?”

He sounded ridiculous. If Jiang Tingxu won’t have the chicken soup, what should she eat, foie gras?

Mo Boyuan ignored her rolling eyes. His smile got even brighter. “Okay, let’s head inside.”

…

As they went in, the maid had served a small bowl of chicken soup on the dining table. Then, she brought in a few desserts—fresh from the oven. They must’ve just baked it.

Mo Zhining had smelled the fragrance of the delicious chicken soup, and he gulped. “Wow. It smells so good. I wanna try some.”

Mo Boyuan scowled at him, but Jiang Tingxu lifted the corners of her mouth and uttered, “Alright then. Let’s wash our hands first, shall we?”

“Yep!”