The Baby I Lost Is Actually with My Ex-Husband!

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Is He Going to Kiss Her Now?

Lin Qi was somewhat at a loss whether to laugh or cry, “All this fuss over that? Really, Han?”

Han nodded, and it seemed like there might be a shimmer of tears in his eyes, as if he had missed something very important.

Huo Tingdong was momentarily speechless, especially when he saw the tears that Han was trying to hold back at the corners of his eyes, ready to fall, crystal clear. Surely he couldn’t actually be taking this to heart, could he?

Momo muttered to himself: Could this little guy actually be a fan of Mommy and Uncle Huo’s pairing?

Huo Tingdong couldn’t bear to see this and was about to go over and pick him up, to wipe away his tears.

Han’s eyes lit up as he suddenly thought of something. He pushed him away, ran to the dining room, grabbed a clunky stool, and ran towards the record player.

The nanny was scared to death, and hurried over, “Oh my, my little ancestor, what are you doing?”

But Han didn’t pay her any mind, he brought the stool over to the record player, climbed onto it, turned on the machine, searched through the cabinets to find a vinyl record, set it on the player, and adjusted the needle. Soon, the melodious strains of classical music flowed sweetly through the air.

Han looked at Huo Tingdong, clutching his little fists, his eyes sparkling like little stars.

The father knows his son best.

Huo Tingdong seemed to understand his intent, raising an eyebrow, “No.”

Han puffed out his chest, crossing his arms, a bit angry.

Huo Tingdong said, “Stop it.”

Seeing the man’s uncompromising tone, Han pouted. He suddenly turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

Huo Tingdong didn’t know what he was up to, but followed him.

As soon as Han entered Huo Tingdong’s bedroom, he opened the wardrobe, dragged out Huo Tingdong’s suitcase that was used for business trips, pulled up the handle, and sulkily pushed the suitcase as if he was ready to leave.

Huo Tingdong’s tall figure stood blocking the doorway, questioning, “Are you throwing a fit and running away from home just because I don’t agree with you?”

Han tried to push him.

Huo Tingdong didn’t budge an inch; the little guy wasn’t even as tall as his waist, how could he push him.

Seeing the man blocking the door, Han got angry, he pushed the suitcase to the floor, unlocked it, opened it, and laid down inside.

He was too skinny, and lying in the suitcase, he fit just right, not too big, not too small.

Huo Tingdong: “…” He really didn’t know what kind of temper this little one was throwing.

Then he saw him lie in the suitcase, close it up over himself, leaving in the large room only the man standing there with a cool expression, and a suitcase containing the wronged Han.

Huo Tingdong said, “Come out.”

The suitcase: “…”

Huo Tingdong said, “Han, don’t make me angry.”

From inside the suitcase, there came a “hmph.”

Huo Tingdong was running out of patience, “Huo Tinghan!”

The suitcase remained still.

Huo Tingdong slowly squatted down, his suit forming elegant creases from the movement, “Come out, and I’ll agree with you.”

After five seconds of silence.

The suitcase opened a crack, revealing Han’s glittering eyes, the glassy texture like perfectly pure, charming beads.

Ten minutes later.

Huo Tingdong carried Han out of the room.

He set Han down on the sofa, straightened his tie a bit, and the cufflinks on his suit, then said to the nanny, “Go back to your room.”

“Yes.”

The nanny asked again, “Should I turn off the record player?”

“No need.”

The nanny went back to her room.

Lin Qi looked at Han, puzzled, but then out of the corner of her eye, she saw Huo Tingdong walking towards her.

She raised her head and saw the man walking up to her, a gentleman placing one hand on her lower back while slightly bowing, his right hand elegantly extended towards her, “Miss, may I have the honor of asking you for a dance?”

Lin Qi was surprised for a moment, “I…”

Her gaze lingered on his hand, Huo Tingdong’s hand, fair and slender with clearly defined joints, wearing a beautiful pinky ring – a hand more attractive than those of women, a sight too beautiful for words.

In high society, dancing is also one of the essential skills.

Huo Tingdong, impeccably dressed in a refined suit, was the epitome of gentlemanly charm and grace.

She was in a daze for a few seconds, perhaps it was the captivating curve of his smile, or perhaps it was seeing Han with an excited and expectant look that she couldn’t refuse; she involuntarily extended her hand gently towards him.

Huo Tingdong took her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist.

Lin Qi felt somewhat at a loss and whispered, “I can’t… dance…”

Huo Tingdong led her hand to rest on his shoulder.

She looked up only to find the man also peering down at her.

The handsome face up close was haughty and unapproachable.

She lost her concentration and accidentally stepped on his foot.

Lin Qi frowned, the sense of awkwardness almost spilling out of her eyes.

His hand remained firmly placed on her waist, his dance steps graceful.

Under his guidance, she gradually began to follow his rhythm.

Her waist was flexible, and her hands were gentle.

Holding her waist, each rise and fall of her breath was transmitted through the palm of his hand.

The spacious living room seemed to turn into a dance floor at a banquet, with Huo Tingdong leading Lin Qi by the hand, their dance steps and the melody perfectly harmonious.

Yet, compared to his elegance and nonchalance, she seemed a bit out of sync, her figure still somewhat stiff.

Huo Tingdong leaned in and whispered teasingly in her ear, “You really have no talent for dancing.”

Lin Qi’s face turned red in an instant, and she glared at him.

But that glance carried an indescribable petulance.

After glaring at him, she bowed her head again, avoiding his gaze.

Huo Tingdong’s eyes fell on her embarrassed and downtrodden little face, a playful smile emerging in his eyes.

“Why don’t you dare look at me?”

Lin Qi looked up, Huo Tingdong’s gaze was too enthralling, falling on her face with a seductive allure she couldn’t articulate.

She tried to remain calm, her face reddening all the way to her ears, yet seemingly oblivious as her eyes shifted, daring not to look directly into his.

Huo Tingdong leaned closer, his nose lightly touching the bridge of hers, the man slightly turning his head, his handsome face drawing near to hers, and even with just a soft blink, his eyelashes brushed across her forehead, tickling her heart.

Lin Qi could even feel the warmth of the man’s breath on her face.

Han watched the scene with the satisfied and content expression of an “old father.”

Momo, however, felt somewhat inexplicably irritated, clenching his fists and standing up.

Han, worried that Momo would disrupt such a harmonious moment, immediately hugged him.

“Was it your idea?” Momo couldn’t contain his anger.

Han nodded.

Momo gritted his teeth and said, “Look at him, is he going to kiss her? Is he going to kiss her?”

Han quickly covered his mouth.

The two Little Babys, one was a couple’s fan of Huo Tingdong and Lin Qi, while the other was a solo fan of Lin Qi.

Momo pushed Han and seeing Han clinging onto him desperately, worried he might rush over and separate the two, Momo, frustrated, angrily stomped on Han’s foot.

Han nearly cried out in pain, covering his mouth while still desperately clinging to Momo, fearful that he would inappropriately ruin the mood.