Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist's Uncle

Chapter 546 - 550

“Then you can start your class. I’ll take my leave now.” Huo Ci got up and called out to Xiaoqi with a gentle smile. “It’s time to go home.”

Xiaoqi looked at Mommy. She had promised to keep him there. Mommy could not go back on her word. He wanted to be with Mommy and Uncle Jun.

“Uncle.” Ling Sheng pulled Huo Ci aside and whispered, “Xiaoqi will stay in the afternoon. He won’t disturb my studies.”

Huo Ci’s face was cold, and he was very domineering. “No.”

Chapter 547: Praying To The Heavens

“Uncle, Xiaoqi will be good.” Xiaoqi promised. “He won’t disturb Mommy’s studies, alright?”

Wu Yang also tried to persuade him. “Mr. Huo, I think Xiaoqi is quite obedient. You can let him stay. If he interrupts Ms. Ling’s studies, I’ll inform you about the situation.”

Brother Xu Xi had already briefed him on the situation and told him to listen to Ms. Ling.

Huo Ci smiled coldly at Ling Sheng. “If you don’t get over 145 in the Mathematics examination, just wait and see!”

Ling Sheng smiled. “Thank you, Uncle.”

Xiaoqi said, “Thank you, Uncle.”

Huo Ci left. Upon seeing that the brat was not reluctant to see him leave at all and was even waving and smiling at him from the door, Huo Ci started fuming.

Look!

What was the point of doting on him? Besides angering him and stinking the area around him, he was useless. He had forgotten about him as soon as he had seen his mother.

Xiaoqi was very obedient. He huddled in the study’s bay window and looked at his picture book while he played with his blocks. His voice was very soft, as he was afraid of disturbing his mother’s studies.

There was a heater in the house, but it was not sufficient. Ling Sheng was afraid that he would be cold, so she even spread an electric blanket on the window sill.

When Jun Shiyan went over, the little fella was sleeping. There was a book under his head, and his face was red. His heart ached as he took the book away.

The child woke up and opened his eyes to look at him. As he remembered where he was, he said in a small voice, “Uncle Jun, where’s my mommy?”

Jun Shiyan looked at the little fella, his eyes moistening slightly. His heart softened. How could there be such a sensible child? In a low voice, he asked, “Do you want Uncle to read you a story?”

There was a thick stack of picture books on the window sill. There was an English original book, a three-dimensional book, and a translated version. They were not very new, so they should have been read many times.

Xiaoqi shook his head and looked at him with big sparkling eyes. “Uncle Jun, let me tell you a story. I know all of them.”

Mommy, great-grandmother, and great-grandpa would read stories to him. If he pestered Grandpa, Grandpa would also read stories to him.

When Ling Sheng was done with an examination paper, she stretched lazily. When she looked up, she saw that the house was empty. Everyone was gone, and the curtains by the window had been drawn.

She walked over and pulled the curtains slightly. Then, she saw a handsome man sitting against the small window. His eyes were closed, and he was already asleep.

The child in his arms was sleeping soundly against his chest.

The little boy was holding a book.