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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nThe man shifted his gaze from the textbook to his son, only to see the latter scrambling to one side with a dejected face. He smiled and sat in the chair at the table.

nYichen heaved a sigh of relief. His father stretched out his hand, and in the next instant, he was pulled into his strong arms with a gentle tug.

nAs he sat on his father’s lap, he smelled his faint but cool fragrance. He could not help burrowing deeper into his embrace.

n“Daddy, I’m not done with all the math problems…”

n“Which one?” The man’s hypnotizing voice resonated from the crown of his head.

nYichen flipped his notebook to where his answers were written and then gestured to one of the few problems. “I don’t really know how to do… this one.”

nMu Yazhe grabbed his pen while maintaining his composure. He penned down several multiplication formulas in the notebook and the problem was solved in a jiffy. Yichen blinked in surprise and snatched the notebook for inspection. This was the answer! Although he did rack his brains to remember it, he could simply not recall the formula for solving the problem, so he was stuck at this one.

n“Anything else?”

nHe shook his head. “Just this one.”

n“Have you memorized the multiplication table?”

n“Yes… but I’m not good at it.”

nHe showed a face to express his suffering and hatred over the subject.

nHis father sniggered; he looked really good when he smiled. Those long and slender eyes slightly came to a tilt as his thin lips gently formed a curve. His smile was truly breathtaking.

nEven if all the existing flowery words in the world were used, they were not enough to express his beauty properly.

nHe gesticulated and calculated the math in the notebook as he gently provided explanations. That crystal-clear voice of his sounded like water flowing in the spring.

nHis distinct voice almost sounded effeminate and mellow, yet it was so gentle and pleasing to the ear.

nThe little boy thought that, if this man were to be a teacher, he would definitely make an excellent one!

nMu Yazhe was so very detailed that, despite the little boy’s mind occasionally wandering off, the latter still understood his explanation.

nLooking up at his father, he revealed an adorably bright smile, which was adorned by dimples on both sides of his mouth.

nHe gazed at the little boy’s smiling face and suddenly fell into a trance.

nHe was reminded of Yun Tianyou’s small face, which was haughty and stubborn.

nGenetics were indeed something inconceivable.

nOf the two children, one was a master of the pen, and another was a master of the sword.

nYouyou’s body constitution was barely satisfactory, yet his intelligence quotient more than made up for it.

nLittle Yichen might not possess Youyou’s prodigious mind, yet his physique was even better than Mu Yazhe’s younger self. He had extraordinary talent in weaponry and combat to boot!

n“Know what day it is tomorrow?” He lowered his head and pressed it at his son’s ear.

nYichen’s brows slightly knitted. Pondering on it for a while, he shook his head. “I don’t know…”

nDumbfounded at his answer, he poked his son’s head and said, “It’s your birthday; don’t you remember?”

nYichen pouted and spoke helplessly, “I really forgot…”

nAs if he were performing a magic trick, he fished out an exquisitely wrapped gift from his pocket and presented it to his son.

nLaying his sight on the gift, the little lad’s eyes bugged out. He was quite taken aback by this surprise. He hugged the gift, and a shyness and excitement, which differed from the usual, spread across his small face.

nHe always bottled-up his emotions – this part of him was totally similar to Mu Yazhe.

nBe it happiness or sadness, such emotions rarely surfaced on his face; they were hidden away deep in his heart.

nHowever, he was ultimately a child. When the gift was presented before him, the happiness from within him rose spontaneously.

nChildren loved gifts.

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