Chapter 141: Chapter 141

Sister Three Billion was slightly taken aback.

The young man holding the little snowy bundle was just too damn good-looking!

He had that quiet scholarly air with a touch of manliness, yet if you looked closer, there was a hint of danger. When he looked at people, his gaze was focused and tranquil—a man with a story.

She couldn’t help but take a few more glances.

Unexpectedly, the little snowy bundle clinging cutely to the young man’s neck noticed.

It was as if he had eyes on the back of his head. He suddenly turned his head, grinned at Sister Three Billion, and said, "Big sister, are you sneakily watching my Uncle Blake? Let me tell you, he’s still single!"

"A-Sui, you’re only three years old, aren’t you getting a bit too cheeky too soon?" The young man wasn’t angry and lightly patted the child’s back.

The little bundle said confidently, "I just grew out of the terrible twos; being a bit cheeky is a natural thing."

The young man was amused by him and pinched his little cheek, "You sure have a way with words. Your dad has already reached an agreement with your mom and grandpa, your good days are coming to an end soon."

The little snowy bundle who was fearless a moment ago suddenly froze.

It was like a little person made of melted snow returning to a state of ice sculpture; even a stranger seeing this would feel pity.

Sister Three Billion had never liked kids; no matter how cute they were, she would disdainfully ignore them.

But this time, she was instantly captivated by the child, and even some unfamiliar feeling called "maternal instinct" rose in her heart.

Because she actually wanted to hold the frightened child in her arms and comfort him.

This realization sent a shiver through her, and she quietly moved aside.

However, the next second, the child regained his spirits and giggled, "Uncle Blake, take me to find my uncle, my uncle is really good to me, I don’t want dad anymore, I want my uncle to be my dad!"

The young man who seemed indifferent a moment ago suddenly blushed, hurriedly covered the child’s mouth, looked furtively around, and whispered, "A-Sui, if you keep acting up, not even your uncle can save you!"

The child named A-Sui pouted cutely.

He finally wriggled his way down from the young man’s grasp, grabbed his hand, and headed towards the Chanel flagship store, saying, "Uncle Blake, I picked out a new bag for mom, you pay for it!"

Sister Three Billion: "..."

After a while, the two came back to their senses.

Sister Three Billion marveled, "What kind of parents could have a child as quirky and stunning as this?"

She then looked at Blake Leaf, tilted her head, and smiled, "No wonder you suspect you’re not your parents’ biological son..."

Though her praise was subtle, Blake Leaf caught on. He gave Sister Three Billion a deep look before quickly averting his eyes and said, "Why don’t we go in and have a look?"

This was a luxury store, a flagship store at that. Looking at the prices, Blake Leaf realized that even with all his assets, he could only afford a keychain.

Multiply by ten, and it might cover a set of clothes.

It really wasn’t the kind of place for someone like him to shop.

But the location of this store, more than twenty years ago, was the address on the proof of residence transfer for his mother’s household.

Of course, he also understood that twenty years was enough for everything to change, enough to transform the world.

With his hands in his pants pockets, he followed Sister Three Billion, all the while looking around.

Sister Three Billion ended up fancying a new handbag, which was the exact same design and color chosen earlier by the three-year-old bundle.

The manager at the Chanel flagship store was in a real bind and said with a forced smile, "Both of you, this is a new release this year, a limited edition with only one per color. How about each of you picks a different color?"

Sister Three Billion hadn’t spoken yet when the little bundle pursed his lips and spread his hands like an adult, "It’s not scary to have the same outfit, it’s embarrassing to look ugly. Miss, though you are also quite pretty, you don’t suit this color and style. If you clash with my mom, it’ll be awkward and look terrible..."

Sister Three Billion was initially a bit regretful, but hearing the child’s amusing words, she deliberately teased him, "Then which style and color do you think would look good on me?" Check latest chapters at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚫𝙣𝙚𝙩

The little bundle got interested, his bright eyes glanced around the store and suddenly pointed to a beige bag in the corner of the display case, "Big sister, I think that bag particularly matches you!"

Sister Three Billion turned her head to evaluate it and saw it was a bag that didn’t grab attention at first glance but grew more appealing the more you looked at it. It perfectly matched her usual understated but classy attire style.