CHAPTER 112: CHAPTER 112: DON’T WANT UNCLE, WANT MOMMY (1)

"Yo, did I hit a nerve? Feeling guilty?" Beichen Rui chuckled as he spoke, observing the little guy’s reaction.

"...I think your mommy probably found someone she likes, that’s why she doesn’t want you anymore."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Beichen Rui saw Jingxi’s body tremble. He sneered internally, thinking, ’You’re still too young to play this game with me.’

Jingxi turned his head, glaring fiercely at him, "Shut up."

His expression was cold, and paired with the innocent baby face of the child, it made him irresistibly cute. It made people want to reach out and pinch his cheeks.

Beichen Rui shrugged it off, not taking his warning seriously, and continued, "Are you mad? Did I hit the mark?"

"I said shut up." Jingxi’s tone was harsher, glaring at Beichen Rui fiercely, as if he would rush up and bite him the next second.

"What did you say? I didn’t hear you." Beichen Rui leisurely leaned back on the sofa, admiring Jingxi’s angry face.

Seeing his demeanor, Jingxi got even angrier, his eyes turning red.

Mommy had said he was a little man, and he shouldn’t cry easily.

But everyone has their limits, and for Jingxi, the limit was his mommy. They could talk about him, but not about his mommy.

His little mouth quivered, and tears were about to fall.

Beichen Rui, seeing his expression, was first stunned. Realizing the little guy was truly angry, he immediately sat up straight, putting away his amused expression.

He was just about to comfort the little guy when the next second he heard him start to cry.

"Waaa..."

"I want my mommy..."

When a child cries, it’s truly frightening, and Beichen Rui was experiencing it firsthand now.

At this moment, he felt like his eardrums were going to burst.

He hurriedly grabbed some tissues, squatting in front of the little guy, wanting to wipe away his tears.

It was his first time comforting a child. If he had known it would make him cry, he wouldn’t have said those things.

Jingxi wasn’t having it, disdainfully swatting his hand away, saying with a hint of sobbing, "Don’t touch me."

His little mouth quivering, sobbing with his little lips puckered, he looked so pitiful.

"Alright, alright, uncle was wrong, please don’t cry, okay?" Beichen Rui coaxed with patience, really having no experience in comforting children.

Jingxi ignored him, not stopping his crying. Just thinking of mommy not being around made him feel even more wronged.

"Waaa..."

"I want my mommy, I want my mommy..."

His little mouth quivered, and he cried even harder.

Beichen Rui squatted there, looking at him in disbelief.

The little one’s tears were like pearls breaking off a string, falling one after another.

He was somewhat curious, how could this little guy have so many tears, never seeming to run out?

Realizing what he was thinking, Beichen Rui inwardly cursed himself.

What was he thinking at a time like this? The urgent task at hand was to quickly soothe the little guy.

But how to comfort him?

Beichen Rui now felt a headache, at a loss of what to do.

Jingxi was crying loudly, and the study door wasn’t fully closed.

In the living room on the first floor, Beichen Jue heard the crying, looked questioningly at Housekeeper Lin, and said, "Who is crying?"

Housekeeper Lin listened for a moment. "Sir, it seems it’s the Young Master."

Upon hearing this, Beichen Jue immediately put down his tea, stood up, and headed towards the stairs.

He couldn’t help but wonder, what on earth was that rascal Beichen Rui doing to make the family’s precious great-grandson cry like this?