Chapter 33 - The First Conversation between Father and Son (Part 2)
“I am Cheng Ningyuan!” Ning Ning said with a smile in his voice.
As if a spring breeze and spring rain falling on the dry desert, Third Young Master Ye’s irritable mood lifted as he heard the tender voice over the phone.
“Give the phone to your sister, please,” Third Young Master Ye’s tone softened as he knew that he was speaking to a child over the phone. Since Cheng Anya was not too old, Third Young Master Ye assumed that the person he was speaking to was Anya’s younger brother.
He could not help but feel awkward. Geez, this child sure was polite and had a comforting voice. How could two children differ so much?
Ning Ning’s eyes grew wide.
“You’re looking for my sister?” Ning Ning asked in a quizzical way and chuckled. He neither called Anya ‘sister’ and nor did he clarify anything.
It was not always necessary to clarify an incorrect preconceptions.
Correct?
A mature, strong, and sly child, Ning Ning, loved Anya. He would not do the things that Anya hoped would not happen.
In spite of his curiosity about his father, never would he do such things.
The bathroom door opened. Ning Ning smiled as he replied, “Please wait!”
“Baby, who’s on the phone?” Cheng Anya asked while rubbing her hair.
“He whose surname is Ye.”
Cheng Anya, stunned, dropped her towel onto the floor as she imagined Third Young Master Ye strangling her.
Anya, still in shock, rushed to grab the phone and covered the mouthpiece. She looked at Ning Ning in panic.
Ning Ning smiled and shrugged his shoulders. He picked up the towel and wiped Anya’s hair.
Cheng Anya was uneasy, her heart pounding. She nervously replied, “B-boss Ye, how can I help you?”
“I will see you at the central mall plaza! Now! ”
“Er… Wait, it is 10:00 p.m. now.”
“The most basic thing a competent secretary could do is always be on call!”
As Ye Chen barked, he ended the call. Cheng Anya was infuriated. Damn it! Is there anything I can’t mess up?
“Mommy, calm down!”
“Ning Ning, what did you tell him?” Cheng Anya was uneasy. Anya could calmly face anything, except Ning Ning, who would cause her to fluster.
“Mommy, he just told me to let my sister answer the phone. I was just about to say that you are my mother as you came out.” Ning Ning’s gentle voice soothingly assured her.
That was good. Cheng Anya’s tightened heart, like that of a person on edge, finally relaxed.