My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 774: Chapter 774: Is Mom Angry with Me?

“Hello,” Rong Yan answered the phone, and although it was unclear what was said on the other end, she paused for a moment, “I understand, I’ll see you at the water fountain outside the company in 20 minutes.”

After hanging up, she turned to Estelle and said, “Mrs. Estelle, I have to take Little Baby and leave first, we’ll keep in touch through our phones for the rest.” @@novelbin@@

“Sure, go ahead.” Estelle agreed without asking what the matter was because she knew Rong Yan was a person who always had things under control and didn’t need any special reminders.

Rong Yan’s eyes softened, she really liked this tacit understanding she shared with her. Not saying much more, she walked back to the couch, one hand picking up the pretty little boy’s backpack, and placing the other hand in front of the little boy, “Duidui, let’s go, Mommy is taking you somewhere.”

Li Duidui looked up at her with his grape-like, moist eyes, his little mouth pursed tightly, clutching a piece of her clothing without letting go, the look of someone about to cry, “Is Mommy mad at me?”

Little Demon Rong had finished applying his medicine and left him to talk to Mrs. Estelle, surely she must be angry.

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His hand gripped tighter, holding onto Rong Yan’s clothes firmly as if she would stop wanting him the moment he let go.

“Mommy, I’m sorry.”

His milky, soft voice was filled with fear, his beautiful little face all pale.

Rong Yan touched her forehead, aware that his sensitive little faults had flared up again, and quickly bent down to kiss his face, “I’m not mad at Duidui, Mommy knows you were worried about me and that’s why you ran out to find me, not to make me worry on purpose.”

She kissed him again, her expression tender, “Duidui isn’t mad at Mommy anymore, is he?”

“My phone wasn’t available 24 hours, and Little Baby couldn’t get through. Are you mad at me~”

Li Duidui immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum, holding tightly onto her arm, “No, I’m not mad at Mommy. I’m just worried about Mommy, I left a note for Grandma before I went out, telling her I was going to find Mommy.”

Rong Yan felt helpless inside.

He suddenly disappeared, and even with the note that Mrs. Lin would have seen, she must have been scared to death.

A five-year-old kid suddenly running away from home to find his mother, anyone’s first reaction would not be to feel reassured but to start searching for him immediately.

However, Rong Yan planned to address this issue after everything was settled, to find a private moment to talk to him while reading a bedtime story or chatting, without feeling the need to lecture him formally. Children often find it tiresome to listen to adults’ serious, methodical lectures. Many of the great truths are beyond their understanding at that age, and lecturing them too much can only lead to rebellion. The more adults say something, the more children want to do the opposite.

Gently touching his head, Rong Yan reassured him, “So, will you accompany Mommy to a place, all right? When we get back, Mommy will take you out for something delicious.”

“Duidui got scared today and felt wronged too, so I’ll treat you to a big meal.”

She had recently made a bit of money from advertisements and commercial performances, no longer the pauper who only had three thousand to her name a little while ago.

Taking Little Baby out for a nice meal was definitely affordable.

Moreover, Cui Jiangjing had helped her a lot today, and even assisted with finding Little Baby. To do the right thing both morally and sentimentally, she couldn’t be stingy, and at the very least, she should treat him to a meal.

Rong Yan had clear thoughts and lifted him from the sofa, “Alright, we need to set off now. Say goodbye to Mrs. Estelle.”

Li Duidui, assured now that Rong Yan wasn’t mad at him, felt much better. His big eyes were no longer moist but still looked as bright as obsidian. When he stared directly at someone, it was as if he could captivate their soul, “Mrs. Estelle, the beautiful aunty, goodbye.”

His voice was soft and sweet.

Earlier, when Fu Ya called herself “sister,” he stubbornly referred to her as “aunty.”

Now, when Rong Yan asked him to say “aunty,” he even added “beautiful” on his own, making the difference in treatment glaringly obvious.