The wealthy stepmom became wildly popular in the parenting show

Chapter 22: Chapter 22 Why does it feel… so hot? Chapter 22: Chapter 22 Why does it feel… so hot? Li Xingwan’s heart skipped a beat when the director mentioned “you and your wife.”

Why did it feel… so hot and agitated?

Was it because Fu Chengzhou was too charming? Looking at the Buddha Beads on his wrist, Li Xingwan felt a strong sense of taboo washing over her…
And her face turned slightly red.

She silently turned her face away.

“Almost forgot about my son,” Fu Chengzhou remarked. He walked over to the little boy who seemed to be sulking and picked him up in one swift movement.

“Come, son. Let your mommy draw a portrait of us.”

“I’m not your son yet,” Little Momo struggled. He only recognized Li Xingwan at the moment.

“Hmm?”

“I mean I haven’t acknowledged you as my dad yet.”

“Hmm?”

Alright, Fu Xiaomo admitted defeat. “You could possibly be my dad.”

Fu Chengzhou: “…”

Li Xingwan: “…”

“Pfft! Hahaha…”
“Fu Xiaomo: Do you think you’re my dad? I just find it so hard to admit.”

“There’s love, but not much of it.”

When Little Mobao first sat in Fu Chengzhou’s arms, he was just as reserved as Li Xingwan, but gradually he relaxed a lot more.

This man is really tall, he thought to himself. Being held by him felt completely different from being held by his grandmother or by Li Xingwan.

Like a towering mountain.

He had finally understood what the word ‘father’ experienced.

Li Xingwan quickly fetched paper and pencils. Her sketching had always been good, especially when drawing portraits of this father and son duo. She was meticulously attentive to every detail.

This also allowed the viewers in the live broadcast to rarely see such a harmonious scene.

Even the old lady who had been watching the live broadcast spoke up.

“I believe the rumors outside have been mistaken, or perhaps someone intentionally wants our family to appear discordant?”

Indeed, Li Xingwan going overboard playing mahjong with Little Mobao had happened.

But now, looking at them, it seemed quite nice.

Especially the way Li Xingwan looked at Little Mobao, her eyes were so tender. It didn’t look feigned at all.

“Yes, old lady,” the butler also chimed in, agreeing. “We can continue to watch what happens next.”

“Alright.”

On the screen, Li Xingwan was still patiently drawing. She wanted to create a perfect portrait of the two of them.

She planned to hang it on the wall later, to let Little Mobao know that he too had a father.

With her, with Fu Chengzhou.

He was like any other child, perfect, with everything he could wish for.

“Is it done, Mommy?” Fu Xiaomo was getting a bit restless from sitting. However, he was still cautious around Fu Chengzhou, so he didn’t dare fall asleep in his arms just yet.

His thoughts were only of Li Xingwan.

Although Li Xingwan wasn’t always nice to him, that was what made it all the more heart-wrenching.

“Done!” Li Xingwan put down her pencil and turned the drawing board to face father and son. “Look! See how handsome our Little Mobao is! Isn’t he?”

The painting was revealed on the screen, astonishing countless viewers.

“Who would have thought that someone like Li Xingwan, an unknown, would have such drawing talent?”

“Did you see her drawing? It’s exactly like the Fu Consortium and his son!”

“Li Xingwan, she’s amazing!”

Small-time haters: “Didn’t expect that… just looks like an ugly scribble.”

“…”

Little Mobao blushed with pride. “I look as good as Mommy.”

Even Fu Chengzhou took a second look at Li Xingwan, his eyes burning intensely. The divorce he had planned suddenly wavered at that moment.