Chapter 1539: Chapter 1661: Gender Differences

“Alright, Mommy will tell a story,” Jun Baobao looked at her with anticipation.

Ye Ranran opened the storybook, noticing one of the pages was folded, presumably where they had stopped last.

She discovered the story was written in two languages.

“How about we start with the mother tongue and then the foreign language?” Ye Ranran sought their opinion.

“Start with the foreign language, then the mother tongue,” Jun Mochan suggested.

“Uh, can he even understand it?” Ye Ranran questioned. If he could, that would be almost freakishly genius.

“He can understand most of it, so he’ll be curious. By the second listen, he’ll pay closer attention. If he understood everything the first time, he’d lose his curiosity for the second go around.”

Ye Ranran, understanding the deeper meaning behind his words, was utterly impressed.

“This time, I’ll tell you the story of ‘Mending the Fold after Losing the Sheep’,” Ye Ranran lowered her head and began reading.

She read with cadence and flair. Her tone was beautiful, her pronunciation perfect, captivating Jun Baobao, who listened attentively. When she finished, Jun Baobao tugged at her, asking for another story.

“Alright, that’s enough. Time to wash up and go to sleep,” Jun Mochan put him down.

“Does he wash himself?”

“The butler will be by his side to help,” Jun Baobao pulled his pajamas out from the cabinet.

Jun Mochan wrapped an arm around Ye Ranran’s shoulders. “Come on, let’s get busy.”

He couldn’t handle everything perfectly, but he managed to handle most things well.

“I have a long meeting to attend. You go ahead and sleep first,” Jun Mochan kissed Ye Ranran lightly.

“Who’s waiting for you anyway,” Ye Ranran muttered.

She was about to step inside the room, hand on the doorknob, when she turned back as if something had popped into her mind.

Jun Baobao was sitting in the bathtub, with the butler standing by, guiding him on what needed to be washed and where.

It was at this moment that Ye Ranran burst in.

“Ah, Mommy,” Jun Baobao tried his hardest to shrink his body down, but the water only reached the middle of his torso no matter how much he tried, leaving him unable to cover himself entirely.

“Let me help you wash,” Ye Ranran crouched down, reaching to take the bath ball from his hand.

“No need. Daddy said that boys and girls are different. It’s inappropriate for a girl to see someone else’s body,” Jun Baobao solemnly refused.

“You’re not some ancient gentlewoman. Who came up with such nonsense?” Ye Ranran laughed.

Jun Baobao shook his head firmly. “No, I want to wash myself. Butler Uncle, please escort Mommy out.”

“Alright, then, be careful yourself,” Ye Ranran relented, helpless.

“Young Master is mainly worried he’ll grow up not understanding these things and cause trouble later,” the butler explained.

“This man really does know how to plan early,” Ye Ranran quickly grasped his intentions.

If Baobao was taught like this from such a young age, he’d surely turn out exceptional down the road, wouldn’t he?

“By the way, while I wasn’t around, did anyone come over? Any women, for instance?” Ye Ranran asked casually, pretending not to care.

“Other than Miss Fan San, no one else,”

“Miss Fan San? You mean Fan Rou?” Ye Ranran asked.

“Yes, exactly. She’s a friend of Madam’s and occasionally drops by,” the butler quickly clarified, afraid Ye Ranran might misunderstand.

Ye Ranran waved it off. “I know. You can go back in.”

Ye Ranran returned to her room, where the photo album still lay on the bed. Picking it up, she began flipping through it carefully.

The first album was entirely hers, with not a single photo of Jun Mochan. It contained images that spanned her various stages of life, from childhood to her professional career.

Holding the album, Ye Ranran sank into deep thought. How did Jun Mochan end up having so many photos of her? Did he deliberately ask her family for them?

But even her family probably wouldn’t have this many. Some pictures were clearly taken from awkward angles.

So, based on his explanation, there couldn’t be this many either. He couldn’t really have liked her secretly all those years, could he?