My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 1471: Chapter 1472: Little Baby is Going to Cry

Under the decent buzz on Weibo, Lemon Entertainment and Bright Starry Sky were kickstarting the preparations for their web drama with great intensity.

Casting actors, costume fittings, scheduling, launching ceremonies… Rong Yan was busy as a dog, heading out early and returning late every day, essentially out of sight.

In the beautiful rose garden of the Li Old Mansion, a five- or six-year-old boy, dressed in navy-colored suspenders and little Dr. Martens boots that revealed a chubby, adorable stretch of calf, wobbled as he perched on the garden swing. In his hand, he held a blooming rose, its bright magenta petals clenched in his palm, nearly crushed out of shape. Yet his head was bowed, his spirits so low that he didn’t notice the “pitiful” state of the rose in his hand. His cheeks puffed up, long lashes trembling lightly like tiny fans, shielding his beautiful eyes.

“Mom is coming home tonight.”

He muttered to himself, plucking off a petal as he spoke.

“Mom is not coming home tonight.” He unhappily plucked off another petal.

On the ground beneath the swing was a gathering of petals, making it clear he had been plucking more than just this one flower bare.

“… Mom will come home tonight. Mom won’t come home. Mom will come home. Mom won’t come home. Mom will come home.”

The rose in Li Duidui’s hand was reduced to a bare stem with just a few stray petals stubbornly holding on. Just a quick count would reveal whether the last petal meant she’d come home or not.

His little face suddenly darkened, and he hurled the flower from his hand. His pink lips pressed together tightly, his lovely face clouded over like a sky about to pour rain at any moment.

“Beep, beep, beep.” Just then, his phone rang.

He dug out his small phone from his pocket, his round black eyes full of anticipation, only to find that the new message wasn’t from Rong Yan.

It was from the kind, elegant grandmother he’d met at the mall before.

The light in his starry eyes quickly dimmed. He cupped the phone in both hands, pouting, his nose turning red with grievance. His large eyes rapidly filled with mist. Then, as if thinking of something, he rubbed his eyes with his elbow and blinked forcefully, swallowing the tears that hadn’t even really formed!

“Young Master.” At that moment, the impeccably dressed old butler walked over with a tray of fruit. After spotting him, the butler placed the fruit plate on the table in front of the swing and waved, “Young Master, come over and have some fruit.”

Li Duidui clung to the swing with both hands, unmoving, and said sullenly, “I don’t want to eat.”

The butler, confused, turned back and said, “Madam mentioned that you didn’t eat much for breakfast or lunch. Why don’t you want to eat? Are you feeling unwell? Should I call the family doctor to check on you?”

Li Duidui shook his head. “I’m not unwell.”

“Hmm?”

He turned his head away, refusing to speak. “I’m just not hungry, and I don’t want to eat.”

The butler, puzzled that a boy his age—always the first to get hungry—wasn’t hungry in the middle of the afternoon, suddenly glanced at the petals scattered all over the ground. Piecing something together, he raised his head and looked at the sullen little boy sitting on the swing, softly asking, “Young Master, are you… missing Miss Rong?”

After Lin Zhiya personally had a talk with him the last time, his attitude towards Rong Yan had shifted significantly. At the very least, he no longer looked at her with prejudice. Over time, as they spent more moments together, he’d come to see many admirable qualities in Rong Yan.