CHAPTER 412: CHAPTER 412: COMPLAINING AGAIN

"..." Little Moon glanced at Yuanhuan’s outstretched arms and his distorted expression on his dark face. After hesitating and struggling in Xiuxiu’s arms for a while, he finally resigned himself to reaching out his hand. The next moment, the little one left Xiuxiu’s arms and was easily carried out of the bedroom by Yuanhuan.

In the shared bedroom of Little Moon and Little Baby, Little Baby was still deep asleep.

Yuanhuan carefully placed his son on his little bed, "What to wear?" Standing in front of the nearby wardrobe, Yuanhuan stared at the neatly arranged small clothes and pants inside, frowning and unsure where to start.

Hearing this, Little Moon disdainfully glanced at Yuanhuan’s tall figure, "The second pants, white clothes."

"Put them on!" Yuanhuan listened and casually took down the clothes and pants, tossing them to Little Moon.

Little Moon looked down at the clothes and pants with his head drooping, hesitated for a long time. Usually, it was either Xiuxiu or Chengguang who reluctantly helped him dress. Now facing a major test in life, and under the watchful eye of his incompetent father, Little Moon felt he had to show his own ability.

Yuanhuan stood by, watching Little Moon with tightly knitted brows for a long time, "Can’t you dress yourself?" Yuanhuan had somewhat forgotten what Chengguang looked like at two or three years old, thinking that Little Moon could dress himself, so he hadn’t planned to help. But seeing Little Moon’s hesitant expression seemed to indicate he couldn’t dress himself.

"I can dress." Little Moon puffed his cheeks, used his hands and feet to stand up from the little bed, then began to pull down his clothes. However, how could his pajama, with all its buttons still done up, come off? Little Moon couldn’t get it off, his little head all wrapped in the clothes, and he could only whine in protest twice.

Yuanhuan, finding it amusing to watch on the side, finally gracefully lent a helping hand when he really couldn’t get the clothes off.

"I can dress myself." Freed from his clothes by Yuanhuan, the little man, wearing only a small pair of underpants, still made sure to emphasize his own abilities to Yuanhuan with a rebellious look that was much more difficult to handle than Chengguang back in the day.

Ah! It seemed he really couldn’t raise this child as a second Chengguang. Chengguang was tough and resilient, while Little Moon was stubborn. Plus, being boy and girl twins with Little Baby, both of the same age, but by being born just a moment earlier and thus becoming the older brother, he was largely ignored, which was quite pitiful when you think about it.

"I know you can dress, but it’s late now, and I don’t have time to wait for you to dawdle." Yuanhuan, unforgiving in speech, quickly grabbed the clothes and pants, and not so gently dressed Little Moon in a few swift motions.

Little Moon felt a bit stifled, but didn’t throw a tantrum after all. Both father and son, seemingly by mutual tacit understanding, wanted to ignore the earlier struggle, so they both tried hard to control their tempers.

"Let’s go, go tell your mom that you’re going out to buy breakfast." The two of them, now dressed, gently walked out of the bedroom. Looking at each other—one tall and one short—Yuanhuan instructed.

"Okay." Little Moon gently walked to the master bedroom door, pushed it open, and in a milky voice told Xiuxiu that he was going out to buy breakfast. Xiuxiu, upon hearing this, carefully gave a few more instructions, and only then did Little Moon nod his head, calling Little Huang to go out with him.

"Boss, give me ten meat buns, two Cai Bao, three servings of soy milk, and two servings of tofu pudding." As Yuanhuan walked out the door, he strode ahead, while Little Moon leisurely followed behind at a pace filled with childlike charm, and Little Huang gallantly guarded by his side.

"Two portions of tofu pudding, one for Little Baby and one for your mom; you better hold them tight." Yuanhuan deliberately tormented his younger son, maliciously handing over the tofu puddings to Little Moon and righteously using his son as labor.

Little Moon puffed up his cheeks, giving Yuanhuan a dark look. When Yuanhuan finished paying and was about to go home with several large steamed buns, Little Moon, carefully holding the tofu puddings, stood his ground and refused to move.

"I’m tired." The little guy stood next to the old man’s stall, watching the kindly smiling old man with a haughty refusal to move.

"..." Yuanhuan’s forehead was crossed with three black lines again, and then, with a tight jaw, he extended his hand to take the two tofu puddings: "Let’s go! Can you move now, young master?" Yuanhuan knew that Little Moon was cunning; the little guy was set on him not wanting to upset Xiuxiu, so as soon as he asked him to do something, he would become unwilling.

"I’m tired, I can’t walk." Little Moon tilted his pale little face upward, round eyes looking at Yuanhuan sincerely, yet it seemed entirely like he was doing it to annoy Yuanhuan.

"So do you want Daddy to carry you home?" Yuanhuan felt a wave of heat rising in his ears.

"Don’t you carry my sister every day? I’m tired, can’t you carry me?" Little Moon confidently questioned, "You just promised Mom that you would be nice to me." Feeling aggrieved, Little Moon sought to reclaim some dignity by comparing himself to Little Baby.

"You’re a boy, and the older brother, can you even compare yourself to your sister?" Yuanhuan spurned the spoiled attitude of the snotty kid.

"So are you going to carry me?" Little Moon challenged.

"..." Could he not carry him? Clearly cornered by Little Moon’s question, Yuanhuan twitched the corners of his mouth: "Fine, I’ll carry you." Yuanhuan realized in that moment that he was utterly defeated by this little rascal, and the worst part was that he couldn’t argue back or leave the little guy behind. If his stubborn son refused to come home, Xiuxiu would surely become anxious immediately, not to mention that the little rascal would tattle!

"Your brother wasn’t like this at all!" Yuanhuan picked up Little Moon and, while walking, pondered and voiced his confusion.

In fact, Chengguang also used to clamor about sleeping with Xiuxiu; Yuanhuan privately warned him a few times, and then he behaved, but this stinky kid wasn’t deterred by warnings; he would just complain to Xiuxiu, causing Yuanhuan to feel a headache coming on.

"Hmph." But Little Moon, held in one arm by Yuanhuan, just humphed and didn’t answer, his little mouth perked up to the sky, delighted, yet having seldom been carried this high, he felt somewhat uneasy, his little chubby hands clinging to Yuanhuan’s shirt collar: "Daddy, hold on tight, don’t drop me." Little Moon said uneasily.

"Well, that’s debatable, I have to carry you and also carry the breakfast, I might just drop you on the ground..." Yuanhuan, seeing Little Moon’s nervousness, wickedly teased him.

Little Moon’s small hands clung even tighter to his shirt collar, and he remained tight-lipped all the way home.

As soon as they got home, Little Moon was put down by Yuanhuan, and with a relieved breath, he bounced into the house: "Mommy, Daddy is bullying me!"

Behind him, as Yuanhuan entered the house carrying breakfast, his face was crossed with black lines once again.