One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

Youyou, who smilingly reached his mother’s side, sharply spotted some lipstick smudge at the corner of her lips. His brows creased slightly as he cast a suspicious look on a certain deflated man, only to see some red smudges on his lips as well.

Being the meticulous boy that he was and sensing the awkward atmosphere, he easily understood what had happened. “Here I was wondering of your whereabouts! Turns out you two were kissing over here behind our backs!” He was fuming.

His mother flushed deeply. “W-We didn’t—”

“No? Don’t try to lie to me! I’m not as gullible as that fool of my brother!” rebutted the boy in all confidence and seriousness.

His father, meanwhile, could not help but wish to thump him in the head.

This party pooper is always disrupting our private time!

Can’t he be more tactful?

Seeing the man’s forehead veins bulge, the lad knew that the former must be currently feeling quite resentful toward him for ruining his fun. Nevertheless, he ignored him and coyly tugged at his mother’s hand. “Mommy, mommy! Shall we go release fireworks?”

“Why do you want to release fireworks when the Lunar New Year is already over?”

“Mommy isn’t romantic at all! Today’s a special day where I’m in a jolly mood, so I wanna celebrate by releasing fireworks.”

Mu Yichen approached them at this point, chiming in, “On top of that, it’s White Day today.”

“White day?”

“Yeah!” He cast his father a look of disdain and said rather disappointingly, “Someone’s a blockhead here, too! He doesn’t even know about White Day! He deserves a failing grade!”

“…”

The woman snickered behind her hands, especially when she heard her younger son quip, “Still, on account of daddy’s earlier impressive performance, I’ll let things slide this one time.”

His older kid nodded and seconded his brother’s sentiment. “Same here!”

“Mommy, let’s go release fireworks.”

As she carried the little one in her arms, she pacified. “Okay, okay. What sort of fireworks do you want to release?”

“The ones that shoot up the sky and explode like flowers.”

“I think we have some leftovers in the storeroom. We didn’t use them all on New Year’s Eve,” mumbled the woman as she carried her younger son to the storeroom.

The older of the twins went over to his father’s side and lifted the two sparklers in his hand. His small, tender face appeared especially handsome and adorable amid the bright sparks. “Daddy, are you gonna join us?”

“How childish.”

“Woo…”

The man proceeded to pinch his son’s cheek and snorted in feigned displeasure. “I still remember that a certain traitor wanted to change his surname to ‘Yun’!”

“Ow…” The boy frowned in pain and hastily scrambled to explain. “It’s just a joke, alright? I’m in the same camp as daddy!”

“Is that the truth?”

“Yes!” He nodded his head solemnly. “If I were to change my surname to ‘Yun’, then daddy would be the only one with the surname ‘Mu’; wouldn’t that turn you into a pitiful loner?”

His remark earned him a glare from a certain pitiful loner.

This brat really has the knack for saying things that make people infuriated yet amused.

The sparkler in his hand suddenly fizzled out. He tossed it to the ground, then looked up at his father with a warm, radiant smile. “Still, you won’t mind whose surname I take on, right?”

Mu Yazhe was surprised by the question.

To be honest, he really did not care about that; he would not mind it even if his eldest son took on his wife’s surname.