After a while, Mu Lanshu's voice was heard, "Little Millet Cake, why are you here?"
"I want to sleep with Mom," came the voice of Little Millet Cake from outside the door.
Chu Zhaoyang snorted coldly and said to Gu Nian, "We can't spoil him. He's a big boy now, not a baby."
Gu Nian: "..."
Tonight was essentially our wedding night. Mu Lanshu didn't want Little Millet Cake to be a third wheel, so she said, "Why don't you sleep with Grandma tonight, okay? It's Daddy and Mommy's wedding night."
"But they got married a long time ago," Little Millet Cake wasn't so easily fooled.
Mu Lanshu: "..."
Gu Nian nudged Chu Zhaoyang, "We need to open the door."
Chu Zhaoyang was very reluctant, but he couldn't leave his mother-in-law and son outside overhearing their conversation.
He could only grit his teeth and say to Gu Nian, "I'll deal with you later."
Gu Nian blinked, determined to keep Little Millet Cake with them.
Otherwise, she would be exhausted tonight.
Chu Zhaoyang went to open the door, and he couldn't show a cold face to Mu Lanshu, but he didn't have a good expression for the son who ruined his plans.
"Mom," Chu Zhaoyang said warmly.
Looking down at Little Millet Cake, his expression instantly changed, "Why did you come here?"
Little Millet Cake: "..."
He was very hurt!
Little Millet Cake pouted, used to his father's ways.
Chu Zhaoyang then noticed that Little Millet Cake was hugging a feather pillow.
Chu Zhaoyang had a bad premonition.
Little Millet Cake tilted his head and called out behind him, "Mom, I want to sleep with you. You're going on your… your… sweet honeymoon tomorrow, and Little Millet Cake won't see you for a long time."
He couldn't remember the word "honeymoon" and replaced it with "sweet honeymoon."
Gu Nian had already told Little Millet Cake about their honeymoon plans.
Little Millet Cake had asked, "What is a honeymoon?"
Mu Lanshu had explained with a smile, "It's when the newlyweds go on a trip during the sweetest time of their relationship. It's called a honeymoon because the time they spend together is as sweet as honey."
Little Millet Cake didn't remember "honeymoon" but remembered "sweet as honey."
Gu Nian walked out and saw Little Millet Cake in his cartoon pajamas, the feather pillow almost as tall as him, making him look especially tiny.
Little Millet Cake, half-hidden behind the pillow, had bright, sparkling eyes.
"Mommy, you're leaving early tomorrow, right? Little Millet Cake won't see you for a long time," Little Millet Cake said softly.
The two elders also came over and heard Little Millet Cake's words, softening their hearts.
The old lady said, "Why not let Little Millet Cake sleep with you tonight?"
The old lady thought, what's the big deal? Chu Zhaoyang and Gu Nian have been married for a while, and they'll be on their honeymoon for half a month, having plenty of time alone. Little Millet Cake has never been away from Gu Nian for so long.
With the old lady's words, Little Millet Cake cheered and rushed to Gu Nian.
Gu Nian, holding both the pillow and her son, picked him up.
Chu Zhaoyang felt very aggrieved and gave the old lady a helpless look.
The old lady was unnerved by his look and said, "Alright, you'll have half a month of honeymoon. Why make a fuss over one night?"
Gu Nian realized Chu Zhaoyang must have shown some expression to the old lady and felt embarrassed.
The old lady, yawning, went back to rest with the old man.
Mu Lanshu also went to her room. Chu Zhaoyang returned, seeing Little Millet Cake already placing his pillow between them and rolling on the wide bed.
Little Millet Cake was so excited that he didn't notice Chu Zhaoyang's expression and continued to snuggle up to Gu Nian, "Mom, it's been a long time since I slept with you!"
Gu Nian also thought so, seeing her soft son rolling into her arms, full of joy.
When Little Millet Cake grows up, there won't be many chances like this.
Gu Nian let him lied inside, tucked him in, and said, "Tomorrow, Dad and Mom are leaving early. You need to sleep well."
"Little Millet Cake wants to see you off," Little Millet Cake said.
"Okay, but you have to wake up early then," Gu Nian kissed him, thinking how adorable he was, "So you need to sleep early."
"Hmm," Little Millet Cake rolled into Gu Nian's arms, "Mom, tell me a story."
Gu Nian took out her phone to find a short and sweet bedtime story online.
Little Millet Cake always fell asleep quickly after hearing a story.
Chu Zhaoyang watched, feeling very unhappy!
Seeing the mother and son interact, he felt completely forgotten.
Chu Zhaoyang had a dark expression, his lips tightly pressed together. If Gu Nian turned around at that moment, she would have realized that Chu Zhaoyang looked exactly like Little Millet Cake when he was sulking.
They truly were father and son!
Chu Zhaoyang, sulking, lay down behind Gu Nian, pulling her into his arms.
Little Millet Cake lay in the middle, and Gu Nian had left the other side for Chu Zhaoyang, so there wasn't much space behind her. Chu Zhaoyang, lying down, was pressed against the edge of the bed.