CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 44: THE GRASS ON THE GRAVE IS TALLER THAN ME

Although the person in front of me is my godmother, I still feel a little embarrassed.

For a moment, my little face turned bright red.

Lan Shan looked at the awkward little one. She couldn’t help but smile slightly. She really wanted to pinch the little one’s chubby cheeks.

"What’s wrong, Jingxi?"

Even though she knew in her heart that the little one was shy, she couldn’t help but tease him when she saw how cute he looked.

"Godmother, Jingxi can bathe himself." Even though he had never bathed himself before.

He could still give it a try. It’s so embarrassing to be seen by godmother...

"No way, you’re only three years old, you can’t bathe by yourself."

Lan Shan was firm and refused to agree. Jingxi was only three, how could she feel assured letting him bathe alone? What if something happened?

She picked up the little one and headed to the bathroom. Whether the little one agreed or not, she couldn’t let him bathe himself.

"Godmother..."

It’s not that I don’t want godmother to help me bathe, it just feels so embarrassing.

Boohoo, godmother is a big bully... she wants to see Jingxi naked...

If Lan Shan knew what the little one was thinking right now, she would definitely want to find a block of tofu and hit her head against it.

Holding the little one, she walked to the bathroom and filled the bathtub with water. Then she reached out to take off the little one’s clothes.

Jingxi was startled and took two steps back, hiding in the corner, unwilling to come out.

Lan Shan looked at the little one, somewhat at a loss. Wasn’t it just helping Jingxi take a bath? Why did it feel like she was being a bully?

And, sweetheart, do you have to look so horrified? I’m not a child trafficker.

"Jingxi, be good. Once you finish your bath, you can go to sleep." The little guy wasn’t cooperating, so she could only patiently coax him.

"Godmother, can I bathe myself?" He wasn’t used to anyone other than Mommy helping him bathe.

"No way, what if something happens if you bathe yourself? Your mommy asked me to take care of you, so of course I have to help you bathe."

Without thinking, she refused. If Xinluo found out the little one bathed himself, would she think I was mistreating him?

"But..."

Seeing the little one hesitant, Lan Shan rolled her eyes and pretended to speak innocently, "It’s okay if Jingxi doesn’t want me to help with the bath."

Upon hearing this, the little one immediately grinned, about to nod when Lan Shan spoke up again.

"Then I can only call Xinluo and have her come home."

As she spoke, she didn’t forget to look at Jingxi, not missing any of his expressions.

Upon hearing that she would call Mommy, Jingxi’s face fell.

Mommy had just gone on a business trip; she couldn’t just come back because of something at home. Flying would make her so tired.

Never mind, it’s just being seen. It’s no big deal.

Thinking this, he wasn’t so embarrassed anymore and slowly walked over to Lan Shan.

Seeing the little one willing to come over, she smiled with relief.

Hmph, little rascal...

...

After undressing the little one, she put him in the bathtub. She let him soak for a while and then took him out, rinsing him clean with the showerhead.

She squeezed a bit of body wash into her hand and then lifted the little one’s arm to gently scrub.

This was her first time bathing someone, and she wasn’t very sure of herself. She was worried about controlling the strength of her hands, afraid of hurting the little one. So, she scrubbed very carefully.

"Godmother."

"Hmm?" Lan Shan looked at the little one, turning him around to gently scrub his back.

"You’ll have to take responsibility for me in the future." The little one said softly.

"What?" She didn’t quite understand what he meant and asked with some confusion.

"You’ve seen all of me, so you’ll have to take responsibility for me in the future." The little one’s voice was soft and tender, carrying the unique nasality of a child.

Lan Shan smiled slightly. She really couldn’t understand what went on in this little one’s head all day. "So how should godmother take responsibility?"

"Just take care of me." He said happily. Just buy me cake, and that’ll be fine.

Lan Shan knew very well that by "take care," the little one meant buying him cake. She wondered secretly.

Xinluo doesn’t like sweets, so how did she have a son who loves them so much?

Could it be a genetic mutation? No, maybe the little one’s father likes sweets too.

Jingxi is so cute, I wonder what his father is like?

Probably tall and handsome...

A rough outline of a man formed in her mind.

"Godmother?"

Seeing that she wasn’t responding to him, Jingxi called out softly, but still, she didn’t respond.

He turned around, wanting to see what she was doing, and saw Lan Shan wearing an infatuated expression.

He didn’t need to think to know that his godmother was definitely daydreaming about some handsome guy again.

"Godmother, it’s cold."

Unable to resist, he called out. Even though the air conditioning was on in the room, his body was still wet, so naturally, it felt chilly.

Hearing Jingxi speak, she quickly snapped out of her daze, realizing she was still bathing the little one. How did she suddenly drift off?

"I’m sorry, godmother was thinking about something."

She sped up her actions, finishing bathing the little one and washing his hair, then used a dry towel to dry his body.

Carrying the little one back to the bedroom, she dressed him and then returned to the bathroom, bringing back a towel to dry Jingxi’s hair.

Jingxi’s hair was black and shiny, and it felt very nice to touch. As she dried his hair, she thought about things.

"Jingxi, can godmother ask you a question?"

"Okay."

Jingxi nodded his head.

"Do you want to know who your daddy is?" Lan Shan tentatively asked.

"Mommy said the grass on daddy’s grave is almost as tall as me." Jingxi blinked his big eyes at her, full of innocence and naivety.

...

Lan Shan didn’t expect Xinluo to say it so bluntly to Jingxi. But then she thought about it and agreed; the kid was three years old and his father hadn’t shown up. It really was about the same as being dead.

Whenever she thought of Xinluo being bullied, she felt very unbalanced.

It would be best if that man never showed up; otherwise, I’d definitely beat him until he couldn’t find his teeth.

Lan Shan clenched her fists and swore to herself. Dare to bully my Xinluo, I’ll let you taste how powerful my fists are.

Later, on a certain day, when a proud and larger version of someone stood in front of her and declared himself to be Jingxi’s father, she immediately wilted.

So much for tasting how powerful my fists are, so much for beating him to a pulp, it was all nonsense.

Of course, that’s a story for another time.

...

"So, does Jingxi want to have a daddy?" Probably there’s no child in the world who doesn’t want a father, because the role of a father is quite important.

"Yes." Jingxi said truthfully. He lowered his head in a bit of disappointment. He really wanted to have a daddy and mommy with him. He didn’t want others to say he was a child without a father.

Every time after school, when he saw other kids’ parents picking them up, he felt so envious.