CHAPTER 1538: CHAPTER 1660: IS IT BIOLOGICAL?

Very quickly, he looked at Jun Mochan again: "Daddy, do you not love Mommy anymore? Did some vixen outside catch your eye?"

Hearing the first part, Ye Ranran felt awkward and was wondering how to explain. But hearing the latter part, she burst into laughter.

"Baby, who taught you the word ’vixen’?"

"Uncle Zhou and Uncle Chu. They said many pretty aunties like Daddy and told him to hold his ground. They even told me to keep an eye on him or else I might suddenly end up with a stepmom."

Ye Ranran wiped away the tears from laughing: "So, has your daddy had his soul stolen by any vixen outside?"

Jun Baobao thought about it: "From what I’ve seen, no. But in places I haven’t seen, who knows?"

Ye Ranran picked Jun Baobao up and gave him a kiss on the cheek: "Baby, you’re just too cute."

"A lot of people say that," Jun Baobao said proudly.

"Finished your homework? Bring it over for me to take a look." Jun Mochan spoke up to remind them of his presence.

"Finished. Here, take a look." Jun Baobao raised his small hand and handed the notebook to Jun Mochan, but he stayed nestled in Ye Ranran’s arms.

Mommy’s body is soft, fragrant, and sooo comfortable—completely unlike Daddy’s.

"Bring it over yourself." Jun Mochan, seeing his son’s overly comfortable expression, found it irritating. He hadn’t even gotten to eat the ’meat,’ yet his son was already trying to enjoy ’the soup’?

Jun Baobao buried his face into Ye Ranran’s embrace: "Mommy, Daddy’s being mean to me."

"Why are you picking on him? Can’t he just walk a few steps to bring it over himself?" Ye Ranran glared at him.

Seriously, is this child even yours? How do you show so little affection?

"This is for his own good. He’s not a baby anymore, still acting all spoiled? Let him bring it over by himself." Jun Mochan gave Ye Ranran a deep, probing look.

Noticing the odd look in his eyes, Ye Ranran glanced down and immediately wanted to dig a hole to hide in.

Her neckline had come undone, her underwear was visible, and the straps had even come apart, hanging loosely around her shoulders.

No wonder she had been feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Ye Ranran shot a vicious glare at Jun Mochan—it was all his fault. He always let his lust get the better of him, not even paying attention to the time when doing such things.

Now look, they’ve been caught in the act, haven’t they?

Jun Mochan, on the other hand, felt no guilt whatsoever—only a hint of regret.

Need a specific time to be intimate with his own wife? As long as they’re in the bedroom, why not?

"Baby, go to Daddy for a moment." Ye Ranran patted Jun Baobao’s little back.

With her current disheveled state, it wasn’t appropriate to keep holding him.

"Oh, okay." Jun Baobao obediently climbed out of Ye Ranran’s arms.

When he got to Jun Mochan’s arms, he winked at Ye Ranran and said, "Mommy, now I’ve got Daddy under control. He won’t bite you anymore."

Ye Ranran: "..." How does she even begin to explain this?

After tidying up her appearance, Ye Ranran walked toward the nursery.

Jun Mochan held Jun Baobao’s notebook and pointed out where he had made mistakes, like missing a letter from a word.

"He’s already studying Chinese, math, and English now?" Ye Ranran picked up a notebook from the side.

"Yeah, he’s attending a bilingual preschool." Naturally, that was different from regular preschools.

Once all the assignments were finished, Jun Baobao pulled out a storybook: "Daddy, tell me a story."

"You actually tell him stories?" Ye Ranran took the storybook from him.

"Yeah, he likes to hear them, so I tell them." Jun Mochan sat on the tiny bed, pulling Jun Baobao into his arms. "How about we ask Mommy to read it to you?"