Chapter 65: Goddaughter

Mo Yan’s movements were awkward as he reached out and gently patted Su Bao’s back.

The way he did it…

It was as if he were holding a delicate porcelain vase, terrified that one wrong move might shatter it.

“I don’t know any lullabies,” Mo Yan admitted after a few tentative pats, realizing that Fu Lang’s suggested method was actually working.

“Then hum a military song. Just the tune, softly…” Fu Lang suggested.

Mo Yan: “…”

Mo Yan felt like he was once again witnessing how troublesome women could be, but begrudgingly, he started humming a tune.

Under the gentle pats and the soft hum, Su Bao’s eyelids began to droop. Eventually, she slumped into Mo Yan’s arms, looking as though she had fallen asleep.

Mo Yan: “…”

His entire body stiffened.

It wasn’t as though he’d never been in close contact with someone before, but those instances were always with men!

And only during sparring matches!

Those were all rough, hardened guys—punches flying, solid hits landing!

This… this soft, warm sensation was entirely foreign to him!

“Mo Yan, I’m telling you, you’re almost thirty! In a couple of years, your old man will definitely force you to get married! If you have a daughter as cute as our Xiao Bao, are you going to raise her like a rough soldier too?” Fu Lang said, exasperated.

He was practically lamenting Mo Yan’s lack of parenting potential.

“Then again, with that cold, stern face of yours, even if you had a daughter, she wouldn’t be as cute as our Xiao Bao!” Fu Lang added, fully embracing his role as Xiao Bao’s number one fan.

He wasn’t just a fan—he was the kind of fan who would hype up one person while dragging another down.

While showering Xiao Bao with praise, he unknowingly led Mo Yan astray…

“Since you’re going to have kids eventually, why not practice patience with our Xiao Bao? Treat her like your goddaughter. That way, when you have your own kids, you won’t be so clueless!” Fu Lang suggested, genuinely thinking he was being helpful.

It’s always good to be prepared, right?

Mo Yan let out a cold laugh. “Treat her like a daughter? You call yourself her brother, so what should I call you?”

“G—Goddaughter’s son?” Fu Lang stammered.

“What the hell!” Fu Lang cursed under his breath.

Damn it!

He’d been so focused on teasing Mo Yan that he accidentally dug a hole for himself and fell right in!

What a loss!

Fu Lang regretted it immediately. Why couldn’t he keep his mouth shut? Now he’d been outsmarted, and there was no way to argue his way out of it!

Of course, what Fu Lang didn’t realize at the time was that it wasn’t clear who’d actually gotten the short end of the stick.

His offhand remark had nearly sent Mo Yan’s thoughts spiraling into uncharted territory!

If fate hadn’t intervened, Mo Yan might’ve been destined to remain single forever!

When they arrived at the carving shop where Fu Lang had previously ordered the jade pendants, he parked the car and waited.

But after a while, no one got out.

Irritated, Fu Lang opened the car door and saw Mo Yan sitting rigidly in the back seat, holding Su Bao in his arms like a statue.

“Hey, Mo Yan, are you going to get out or not?” Fu Lang asked.

Mo Yan didn’t move an inch, sitting as stiff as a sculpture. Clearly, he wasn’t used to such close physical contact. “What about her?” he asked, nodding toward Su Bao.

Fu Lang took a deep breath. “Carry her out of the car, genius!”

Mo Yan: “…”

He felt uncomfortable all over, but he adjusted Su Bao in his arms anyway. As he moved, her small head nestled into the crook of his shoulder.

Her soft breaths brushed against his neck.