The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1730 - 1744: After Much Anticipation (7)

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Previously on The King’s Enchanting...
Jian Anning and Yu Zexiao undergo medical tests for conception. The doctor reveals Jian Anning has a mild uterus retroversion, which might make pregnancy slightly more difficult but is not impossible. They decide to inform the parents and try different approaches to conceive. Shen Lanxiao arranges for Jian Anning to have a further check-up.

Upon her arrival this time, the Leng Family had undergone some new transformations.

Primarily, Leng Yunting’s earlier inkling had been confirmed: the woman resembling his deceased girlfriend, Luo Qingxue—lost years ago in a tragic plane crash—was indeed real! Moreover, she had returned with a son, known by the nickname Xiaobao, who was now four years old.

To be perfectly candid, the instant Jian Anning first laid eyes on the little fellow Xiaobao, a single thought dominated: 'Are you serious?'

Both Luo Qingxue and Leng Yunting hailed from the Huaxia Country, meaning they belonged to the yellow race. Yet, Xiaobao presented as a remarkably delicate and pretty mixed-race child. His hair was yellow, his pupils a lighter shade, and his skin fair. By all appearances, he seemed an unlikely offspring of theirs.

Nevertheless, the DNA test confirmed the relation; apparently, a severe illness during his birth had resulted in him being an albino.

Despite his fragile and endearing appearance, the tiny child exhibited tendencies of autism. Though exceptionally intelligent, when faced with strangers, he would merely cast a single glance with his dark, grape-like eyes before lowering his head and returning to his playthings.

Even with his tendency to ignore others and his air of 'profound aloofness,' the undeniable fact remained that at only four years old, with his mixed-race looks, he possessed a level of cuteness that was simply irresistible!

In essence, the moment Jian Anning encountered Xiaobao, her heart was utterly melted. Her sole desire was to scoop him up and shower him with affection until he was overwhelmed.

Particularly upon witnessing such an adorable child, she felt an intense yearning to have a child of her own!

She discreetly assessed the situation; in terms of appearance, she and Luo Qingxue were quite comparable. As for the men, Yu Zexiao was breathtakingly handsome, while Leng Yunting possessed a more dominant and unyielding aura. If she and Yu Zexiao were to have a daughter, she would undoubtedly be a beauty of unparalleled stature! A son, naturally, would also be incredibly attractive, likely favoring a delicate and handsome aesthetic.

However, Leng Yunting's stern demeanor was reserved for those outside his circle; towards his own wife and child, he was utterly without principle!

"So adorable! What’s your name?" As the hosts stepped away to get drinks, Jian Anning moved closer, gazing at Xiaobao’s small head.

Xiaobao, however, completely disregarded her, engrossed in his toy. He didn’t even lift his head.

Initially, Jian Anning attributed his behavior to shyness around unfamiliar people. In this era, with people marrying and having children later, most families had only one cherished child. Such children, not being exposed to many people, naturally displayed shyness.

She reasoned: to engage a child in play, one must join their game. Thus, she picked up one of his small toys and inquired, "How do you play with this?"

To her astonishment, Xiaobao finally raised his head and glanced at her. There was an unmistakable expression in his eyes, conveying a sense of, 'Oh, you unenlightened being.' He offered no verbal reply, merely shifting his tiny body by half its length, as if to establish a distinct boundary between them!

This child!

Jian Anning was utterly speechless; this was her first encounter with such a unique little person!

She had initially assumed the child was merely shy, perhaps a little slow, or maybe had some auditory impairment. Little did she know, this tiny individual would display such a look of disdain.

But before she could fully process this, a faint aroma, mingled with the pungent smell of durian, wafted into the room.

Suddenly, the child who had been so silent and distant perked up, exclaiming in a soft, childlike voice, "Mummy. Is there durian pastry? I want durian pastry."

And he uttered his request in English!