Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1567: Chapter 1567 My Name is Ruan Junchen

”Slap, slap—” Ruan Tianling struck him twice in quick succession.

”You jerk, you old fart, you stubborn old man! You hit me once, I’ll give it back tenfold!” Ansel, the little boy, wailed angrily, completely losing his usual cool demeanor.

Ruan Tianling gritted his teeth in fury. ”You little punk, don’t forget who you’re talking to! I’m your dad! Do you even understand filial piety? Are you trying to defy all authority? Today, I’ll beat some sense into you! Let’s see if you still dare to dishonor your elders!”

As he spoke, he raised his hand high, a heavy slap almost ready to fall—

”Enough! Let go of the child immediately!” Jian Yufei quickly grabbed his hand, stopping him from hitting the boy. ”Ruan Tianling, Ansel is just a child. He’s not even five years old yet; what can he possibly understand? Let him go.”

Ruan Tianling snorted coldly. ”He’s already playing with guns, and you think he doesn’t understand anything? He’s more mature than some fifteen-year-old boys!”

”But he’s still a child. Maybe he knows a lot, but his mind is that of a little boy.”

”Jian Yufei, you’re indulging him. Do you hear the things he said to me? You should help me teach him a lesson!”

Jian Yufei let go of his hand, decisively pulling the child away from him.

She put Ansel down and helped him pull up his pants.

Raising her head, she calmly said, ”He’s my child. I can’t bring myself to discipline him.”

”What about me? You can bear to let him show off in front of me?”

Jian Yufei nodded. ”I can.”

Ruan Tianling felt like he was about to cough up blood...

”Mommy, he bullied me first!” Ansel immediately hugged Jian Yufei’s neck, tearfully complaining.

Jian Yufei tenderly kissed his cheek. ”Yes, Mommy knows. Come on, let’s not bother with him. Let’s go eat something.”

”Alright! But Mommy, my butt hurts.”

”Mommy will carry you.”

Jian Yufei lifted him up, and the little guy instantly gave Ruan Tianling a smug smile.

Ruan Tianling suddenly felt like he had raised a little devil.

”Ruan Junqi, you just wait. When we get home, I’ll deal with you!” he threatened viciously before walking off in big strides.

”Mommy, I want to be called Ruan Junchen.” Ansel quickly looked at Jian Yufei pitifully. ”Can I be called Ruan Junchen instead?”

Jian Yufei hesitated, after all, she hadn’t even figured out if Ansel was the older brother or the younger one.

”Mommy, pleeease, I want to be called Ruan Junchen,” the little boy pleaded, wrapping his hands around her neck in a spoiled tone.

What did it matter what he was called? The older brother didn’t necessarily have to be named Ruan Junchen, and the younger brother didn’t necessarily have to be called Ruan Junqi. In any case, they were both her children.

”Fine, you’ll be Ruan Junchen,” Jian Yufei smiled and gave in.

Ansel immediately raised his arms, cheering. ”Great! I’m Ruan Junchen! I’m the big brother! I’m the big brother!”

Jian Yufei chuckled. This child—being the big brother made him so excited?

...

”Uncle Awei, my Chinese name is Ruan Junchen. From now on, you can call me Junchen. Don’t call me Little Master anymore.”

”Ah, alright, Junchen.”

”Uncle Ahua, my Chinese name is Ruan Junchen...”

”Uncle at the helm, my Chinese name is Ruan Junchen...”

”Uncle chef, my Chinese name is Ruan Junchen...”

”Uncle...”

Within less than half an hour, Ansel’s small figure had run all over the yacht, solemnly announcing his Chinese name to everyone.

After completing this monumental project, he tiredly walked back to the cabin and quickly poured himself a glass of water to drink.