The Whole Family Are Villains, I’m the Group Pet 213

Chapter 213:

If – Child-Rearing Arc: Previous Life’s Zaizai 6

Xing Nuo enjoyed being with the blond-haired mister.

Sitting in Shen Wen’s car, clutching his little backpack, he swung his legs and asked, “Mister, where we go play?”

Shen Wen, still wearing his sunglasses, a faint smile playing on his lips, his gaze soft as he looked at the little one, replied:

“The zoo.”

Xing Nuo paused, remembering his unsuccessful trip to the zoo yesterday, his little mind working.

But he was still young, unable to articulate the strange sense of comfort and warmth he felt around Shen Wen, a feeling like warm water flowing through him, making his nose tingle and his eyes crinkle into a smile.

“See big, big animals!”

Shen Wen hummed in agreement and, mindful of the small child in the passenger seat, drove slowly.

The zoo was just as crowded as yesterday.

Families with children everywhere, their excited chatter filling the air.

Today, Zaizai also has a grown-up, Xing Nuo thought happily.

He held Shen Wen’s hand, his small steps trying to keep up with Shen Wen’s longer strides, but Shen Wen, matching his pace, made sure he didn’t fall behind.

He wouldn’t lose him again.

Xing Nuo had been the youngest child on yesterday’s field trip, and the director had initially been hesitant to let him go.

But for some reason, she had changed her mind.

Xing Nuo walked past the giraffe enclosure, the elephant enclosure, even bought some fish food and fed the koi in the pond.

Shen Wen took pictures of him throughout the day.

In every picture, Xing Nuo was smiling, his eyes bright, his cheeks rosy, his lips and teeth perfectly formed, his demeanor sweet and innocent.

Shen Wen, looking at the pictures, couldn’t help but smile.

Xing Nuo, hugging the plush toy he had won at a ring toss game, seeing his smile, asked, “Mister, what you smiling at?”

Shen Wen didn’t answer, just picked him up and took him to dinner.

Dinner was at KFC, a treat all children loved.

Xing Nuo, having only seen it on TV, his first time there, his face flushed with excitement, his eyes sparkling, looked around in awe.

Shen Wen ordered a kid’s meal and, knowing Xing Nuo’s sweet tooth, also bought a few egg tarts for dessert.

But Xing Nuo couldn’t finish them, and they had to be taken home.

On their way back, Xing Nuo, full of energy, swung his little legs happily.

Shen Wen stopped the car at the orphanage and, gently unbuckling Xing Nuo’s seatbelt, pinched his cheek and asked:

“Xing Nuo, do you want me to be your daddy?”

Xing Nuo froze, his eyes wide.

Shen Wen, thinking he had been too abrupt, that asking such a question after only spending a day with the child might be overwhelming, hesitated.

But he was drawn to Xing Nuo, an inexplicable urge to care for him, to give him a better life, as if they were meant to be father and son.

And the thought of having this adorable, curly-haired little one in his life filled him with a warmth he had never experienced before.

He really wanted to adopt him.

He was about to change the subject when Xing Nuo, his little face serious, said:

“Okay. I like Mister be my daddy.”

Shen Wen’s heart melted at his serious expression, his childish attempt at appearing grown-up.

“Good. Uncle also wants to be your daddy.”

Xing Nuo was adopted.

The teacher couple, hearing the news, were furious.

“We were the first! Why did they give him to someone else?!”

The director, looking at Xing Nuo’s empty bed, her expression still kind, said:

“Adoption depends on the child’s wishes. We respect his decision.”

The couple, knowing the other family was wealthy, their hearts filled with resentment and bitterness, muttered:

“So young, already a gold digger. Clearly not a good kid.”

“They just looked down on us because we’re not rich!”

The director, hearing this, her smile fading, their request to see other children coldly refused.

People like them, their hearts filled with such bitterness and resentment, wouldn’t be good parents.

It was a good thing Xing Nuo hadn’t chosen them.

Xing Nuo adjusted to his new home quickly.

His name was added to the Shen family register, along with his two adopted older brothers. He was now the youngest in the family.

Shen Yan and Shen Baizhou, during dinner, saw the little one, barely reaching their knees.

He was a well-behaved child, wearing a beige bib, holding a wooden spoon, eating neatly and quietly.

Their grandfather, who had been quiet and grim during dinner, his face softening, smiled at the little one.

“Xing Nuo, have some meat. You’re too skinny.”

Xing Nuo, his cheeks puffed out, mumbled a polite “Thank you,” his sweet voice melting their hearts.

Such a well-behaved child!

The grandfather, charmed, thought, My son is so lucky to have found such a sweet little boy!

Shen Yan, the university student, also turned his attention to the little one, ignoring Shen Baizhou, and offered him a piece of fruit.

Xing Nuo called him “Big Brother” and ate the fruit obediently.

Shen Baizhou, seeing this, exclaimed, “He ate it! And he blinked! He’s alive!”

Shen Yan, ignoring his silly brother, ruffled Xing Nuo’s hair.

Xing Nuo smiled, his eyes crinkling, sensing their affection and curiosity, and sighed in relief.

That night, Shen Wen slept with Xing Nuo, now his son.

He opened a storybook and read Xing Nuo his favorite story about the little knight, his gentle voice lulling the little one to sleep.

The story continued, and so did Xing Nuo’s life, his future now bright and filled with promise.

—The End—