The next morning, Little Wang was sitting on a potty training seat and doing number 2. Song Tingshen was shaving. As for Ruan Xia, since she didnât have to go to work anymore, she lazed about and read Weibo on her phone in bed without shame.
Song Tingshen was a good dad. His expression didnât change when he wiped Little Wangâs butt.
Little Wang hugged his dadâs neck and asked in a childish milky voice, âDad, are you happier today?â
Song Tingshen was taken aback. He replied, âDad hasnât been upset.â
âLiar.â Little Wang was Song Tingshenâs caring son. He intimately kissed the side of his dadâs face. âI know dad was unhappy.â
Song Tingshen laughed in spite of himself. His heart felt warm. Before liking Ruan Xia, he thought the greatest joy this marriage had brought him was Little Wang. This child was his greatest source of happiness. Little Wangâs birth had brought color and joy to Song Tingshenâs life.
âDad really was a bit upset yesterday, but Iâm okay now.â
Little Wang tilted his head and thought. âDid I make you unhappy? Or was it Mom?â
Song Tingshen teased him, âWhat will you do if it was Mom that made me unhappy?â
This kid was obviously more attached to Ruan Xia during this period of time. Although he could understand that it was a childâs nature to be attached to his mother, he still wanted to know how he would answer this question.
Little Wang was truly stumped by this question. It was very difficult for a child of his age to answer this question perfectly. He didnât want to answer this question, but since his dad had asked, then he had to give a serious answer.
âDidnât Dad say before that Mom is the only girl in the family and that Dad and I are boys?â Little Wang carefully glanced at Song Tingshen and continued, âIf Mom did something to upset you, then just forgive her.â
In other words, this chubby kidâs heart was tilted towards his mother.
Song Tingshen discovered that his son had taken after him in having double standards. En, this was good too.
He sighed.
Worried, Little Wang hastily explained, âDidnât you say we have to take care of and protect Mom? Dad, boys shouldnât be petty. If Mom made you unhappy, just say a few words to her, but donât say too much.â
Song Tingshen reached out and pressed down on Little Wangâs bed hair. He helplessly said, âOkay, Iâll just say a few words to her. I wonât say too much, and Iâll forgive her afterwards.â
Little Wang was finally satisfied.
Seeing his chubby son, Song Tingshen couldnât hold back from squeezing his chubby face. âKiddo, youâre not worried that Dad will have opinions if youâre so biased towards your mom?â
Little Wang hugged his dadâs thigh and grinned at him, revealing his little white teeth. âDad is biased towards Mom too. Weâre both biased towards Mom, so we shouldnât have any opinions about each other, okay?â
This kidâ¦
âOkay.â Song Tingshen solemnly nodded. âYouâre biased towards Mom, and Iâm biased towards her too. You wonât hold that against me, and Dad wonât hold that against you either.â
In this way, on a late autumn morning, the two males came to an agreement that only they knew about.