CHAPTER 638: CHAPTER 613 MOM DOESN’T WANT A SISTER EITHER

Tang Yuan was sitting in his mom’s lap, while Song Moting was driving.

The family of three was on the road.

Baozi and Tang Yuan were different; Baozi was going to kindergarten.

Tang Yuan still had another half year of freedom before he would start kindergarten next year.

"Tang Yuan, we’re going shopping today."

Since yesterday, Song Moting had been furrowing his brow.

The old father hadn’t slept all night, with bloodshot eyes.

Who could be more worried than him?

Oh my.

The son has a superpower.

He can see through walls.

Could it get any more amazing?

The problem was he couldn’t believe it.

The couple specially brought Tang Yuan out today to conduct an experiment.

Song Moting had been thinking all night; to what extent did his son’s x-ray vision reach, none of them knew.

How this superpower started, they also didn’t know.

Whether this power could evolve or had the potential to advance further?

They were even less sure.

The only thing they were sure of now was that Tang Yuan could see through a wall, which was undeniable.

Last night, Song Moting didn’t dare hold his wife while sleeping. He was worried that their Little Tang Yuan next door might see them through the wall.

That embarrassment, really.

They had slept next door to Tang Yuan all his life, just in case the child woke up at night and cried because no one was there.

Now it seemed like a kid with such abilities was too much transparency for Song Moting.

The two-year-old little brat was this powerful, filling Song Moting with anxiety.

His wife already demanded enough worry.

Now there was an additional worrying son.

Song Moting found his days increasingly challenging.

To protect his wife and child was his responsibility, now heavily shouldered.

In the rearview mirror, he saw Jiang Xiaoxiao and Tang Yuan laughing heartily.

Song Moting sighed deeply.

What else could he do!

He had to get stronger.

He must become stronger.

Become the kind of person who can call the wind and summon the rain, where anyone who dares to touch his family would meet a bad end.

No, more like someone who wouldn’t even dare to have the thought.

Song Moting felt it was a long road ahead.

Strength doesn’t come from just talking.

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at Song Moting, whose face hadn’t been right since yesterday, feeling secretly guilty.

No way around it, this secret couldn’t be hidden much longer.

If she didn’t tell Song Moting,

Tang Yuan revealing his secret could lead to disaster.

Originally, they thought about sending Tang Yuan to daycare to spare Fan Xiuying and Jiang Lao’s exhaustion.

Her second sister’s children still needed her parents to pick them up, and now they had Tang Yuan and Baozi to consider as well.

Even though Old Mrs. Song was willing to look after Tang Yuan and Baozi.

Jiang Xiaoxiao wasn’t confident about that.

Fang Xiaohui and Song Mohuan lived right across.

Every time she visited the Song family, it was upsetting.

After all, it was where they had lived for three years.

Now suddenly someone else was living there.

It was hard to feel comfortable about that.

But she also knew the old lady had her moments of confusion, and she couldn’t be too petty herself.

Easy to invite gods, hard to send them away.

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t dare send Tang Yuan to daycare or kindergarten now.

He’s a ticking time bomb.

Tang Yuan had no idea how to conceal his abilities and could easily slip up.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was worried.

Peach tree, oh peach tree, can’t you be a little more well-behaved?

The space wouldn’t respond.

Tang Yuan happily gnawed on his fingers, curiously looking out the window.

"Mom, what’s that place? It’s so tall!"

The place Tang Yuan pointed to was the most famous palace.

"Yes, it’s tall, we’ll take you there next time. It’s a museum."

Jiang Xiaoxiao explained helplessly.

Song Moting chose a Great Wall scenic spot in the suburbs that wasn’t fully developed yet, where there weren’t many people but plenty of space, making it suitable for their type of outdoor training.

Little Tang Yuan had no idea what a tumultuous life awaited him.

The car stopped at the foot of the hill.

Song Moting held Tang Yuan’s hand, the child was very independent and generally didn’t like to be held.

Walking was always preferable over being carried.

He was an especially easy-going child.

Jiang Xiaoxiao held Tang Yuan’s other hand.

With mixed feelings.

Her peach seemed too potent, perhaps she should let Song Moting try a special peach so their family of three could become something like Wonder Woman.

Or perhaps something out of a sci-fi movie, like Magneto?

If that happened, Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t know what path they’d have to take.

She was a doctor, supposed to cure and save people, not veer onto a path to save the world.

This path was a bit wild.

Last night Jiang Xiaoxiao went to check the space, the Spiritual Spring’s peach tree indeed bore fruit different from before.

The previous fruits each had their own effects on human ailments, but now, on that basis, a special fruit would appear each time.

She didn’t see Tang Yuan’s transparency fruit, but there was a new, rather eerie fruit.

It looked like a bruised peach that fell from a great height, quite unsettling.

Jiang Xiaoxiao dared not randomly try it.

Ever since discovering the Spiritual Spring’s peaches had special abilities, Jiang Xiaoxiao had been much more cautious, now only picking the peaches and refraining from tasting them.

Shen Nong tasted a hundred herbs, but she was afraid of becoming a horned monster one day, which would be catastrophic.

So the peaches bore fruit once every six months, and Jiang Xiaoxiao made peach juice and dried peaches, carefully labeling each bottle but never daring to experiment.

This time, she wouldn’t dare experiment with this particular peach.

But seeing Tang Yuan’s special ability,

made Jiang Xiaoxiao’s heart race.

What if eating these peaches could turn them into something like the X-Men, what should she do then?

Try or not try?

There must be a demand for something so mysterious.

Was it predicting the apocalypse?

Jiang Xiaoxiao laughed bitterly; she’d lived over eighty years in her previous life without seeing an apocalypse, so it probably wasn’t happening in this one either.

Song Moting looked at his worried wife.

Great! Now the couple had brows furrowed tighter than ever.

Life like this led Song Moting to chuckle.

"Tang Yuan, having fun playing outside?"

Tang Yuan was proud, walking in a manner too hard to describe.

"Happy, mom and dad taking me out to play, I’m always happy, I wish mom and dad could always be like this, otherwise Tang Yuan would be too lonely."

Sighing dramatically like a little adult, Jiang Xiaoxiao gave him a flick on the forehead.

Tang Yuan immediately clutched his head, looking at Jiang Xiaoxiao with a face full of accusation, "Mom, do you think I’m taking dad away, and this is revenge? Poor Tang Yuan, other kids’ parents love them the most.

Our family is different, dad loves mom most, mom loves dad most, poor Tang Yuan, but luckily Tang Yuan still has Big Brother Baozi and Aunt Yiyi, and soon there’ll be more friends at home.

Just not sure if she’ll cry as much as that little sister next door at Da Pang’s house.

Actually, I don’t like crying little sisters, mom, why don’t you send her away. Tang Yuan thinks sisters might not be very cute, even though I like braiding my sister’s hair, that’s probably a lot of fun."

Tang Yuan earnestly complained.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was struck by thunder, touching her belly.

Could it be?

Tang Yuan nodded, shaking his head wisely, "Mom, you don’t want a sister either, do you?"

Song Moting looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao, and Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at Song Moting.

Oh no, it seemed that this month her friend really hadn’t come.