The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1790 - 1804: The Grand Finale (Part 7)

You should know, for someone like Yu Zexiao who’s a total germaphobe, catching his son’s holy hand is practically like killing him!

Meanwhile, Little Sweet Potato, having finally finished his business, no longer looked displeased at his dad. He pouted his little face, closed his eyes, and wore a rather satisfied look before blowing bubbles and falling asleep.

Thus, the enmity between Yu Zexiao and Little Sweet Potato was established!

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That night, Yu Zexiao and Jian Anning ultimately didn’t get to enjoy their time together.

Not because Little Sweet Potato and Little Sweet Potato kept causing trouble, but because Yu Zexiao was grim-faced, ferociously washing his hands! Rinsing over and over, applying hand wash repeatedly, almost driving himself into obsessive-compulsive behavior.

For the first time in his life, he caught his son’s holy hand. Even though this was his son, he wasn’t going to get angry at a little guy who’s only ten months old—but his germaphobia did mean washing for a long, long time.

Even after he got to bed, he could still feel a lingering stink that seemed impossible to wash away. If it weren’t for Jian Anning forcibly dragging him into bed to sleep, he might still have gone back grim-faced!

The next day, perhaps because he caught his dad’s holy hand, Little Sweet Potato seemed less resistant to him. Moreover, today there were quite a few brothers and sisters coming to see him. There were classmates from next door like Mo Yangyang, and some little ones from the Leng Family who came from afar.

The two-year-old Leng Mo little sister became the most popular person in the crowd—for one reason only, she was the only girl among this circle of kids.

Not only did little foodie Mo Yangyang like her, but her brother Leng Xiaobao and Mu Shang’en also liked her, pampering her, and other adults and parents were willing to play with her.

"Sister, eat." Mo Yangyang grinned, passing his "long-treasured" maltose to Leng Mo little sister. Besides eating, he liked pretty aunties and pretty sisters. Little Leng Mo had a highly recognizable little red flower tied in her hair, her big eyes blinking, wearing a cute fluffy skirt, her little leather boots polished to a shine, looking just like a New Year picture doll on TV.

And Little Sweet Potato and Little Sweet Potato, who were initially hoped to become "little wives" promised to Leng Xiaobao and Mu Shang’en, forcefully turned into two lads, quite disappointing Leng Xiaobao. Facing the little guys, he wasn’t too interested anymore and chose to turn and play with his sister instead.

Only the very honest Mu Shang’en little friend still held his small grapes in hand, trying to charm the brothers: "Brother, brother, eat!"

The little ones played together as the adults looked on. Zhao Ziyin asked, "Anning, how’s your wedding planning going? Any progress now?"

"These two kids are still too young, can’t go to distant places, not planning to throw a big wedding. Besides, given his status, if the wedding’s too grand, it’ll turn into entertainment for the audience, instead of a celebration for us." This was one of the reasons, with another major reason he hadn’t told Jian Anning—

Back then, when a few of his buddies got married, he had been quite naughty in causing trouble at their weddings. Especially during Leng Yunlin and Mu Qingyu’s wedding, he even went to eavesdrop, leading to Leng Yunlin still gritting his teeth in remembrance, declaring he must cause a ruckus at his bridal chamber! Yu Zexiao knew this very well! He wasn’t about to give Leng Yunlin that chance!