Chapter 305: Chapter 298: What Generation is This?

Little Fatty obediently gripped his sister’s hand. Despite his plumpness, he could already walk, and he walked quite well. The house was spacious, and his small figure populated it. Because of him, the whole family had lost a significant amount of weight. Regardless, everyone still adored him the most, showering him with love and putting him first in everything.

Therefore, choosing where to be reborn is really quite a skillful task.

The Tang Family’s Little Fatty was truly a child who knew how to choose the right family for rebirth.

Tang Yuxin fetched a basin of hot water and placed it on the ground. Then, pulling her younger brother’s chubby hand, she helped him wash. His little hand was dirty, and whatever he had grabbed muddied the water.

Tang Yuxin flicked his forehead, “How did you manage to get your hands so dirty?”

Little Fatty laughed, his eyes crinkling into crescents. With his cute face, it was virtually impossible to get angry with him, no matter what he did.

After washing her brother’s hands and face, she fetched the gifts she had bought for the family from her suitcase.

They were all specialties from Beijing. She bought a set of stationery for Sisi, who didn’t let go of them, immediately wanting to stuff them with her own belongings.

For Zhang Xiangcao and Ren Li, Yuxin bought silk scarves. Scarf-wearing was in vogue among women, and the trend seemed to have originated in Beijing. Although Yuxin wasn’t a fan, others loved them. And before long, the trend would probably spread to their locale.

For her two uncles and her dad, she bought electric razors, a very practical gift from Beijing. The razors weren’t cheap, but she had enough in savings from not spending much of her allowance. Almost all her money was spent on these gifts.

Now she was still reliant on her parents, but when she started earning her own money, buying gifts for the family would be a different affair altogether.

As for what she bought Chengcheng, it was a Transformers toy. Little Chengcheng refused to let go of it as soon as he saw it, obediently thanking his sister.

In no time, Chengcheng was tired. He yawned and rubbed his eyes from time to time, one hand holding the transformer toy, and one hand gripping his sister’s hand tightly.

“He’s getting sleepy,” Zhang Xiangcao, familiar with Chengcheng’s routine, said. It just so happened that Tang Yuxin was also feeling tired. She had not slept much in the car, and talking about sleep only reminded her of how much she longed to close her eyes. She had been on a train for almost two days, where food and sleep were all wrong, she just wanted to get some sleep.

“I’ll take him to bed,” Yuxin said, picking up Little Fatty. The boy continued rubbing his eyes, resting his head comfortably on his sister’s shoulders. He smelled sweetly of milk. This blood kinship was indescribable. She had never had such emotional bond with Wei Jiani, but she loved Little Chengcheng because he was her brother, her real younger brother, a blessing she had clamored for.

She carefully tucked Chengcheng in, then lay down herself, holding her brother’s hand. Her head had barely hit the pillow when she fell asleep.

When Zhengnian and the others returned, they asked promptly, “Has Yuxin returned yet? Is she here?”

“She’s inside,” Zhang Xiangcao whispered, “She was tired, and Chengcheng also needed sleep. They’re both indoors, still sleeping. Let them sleep a little longer. Yuxin just got off the train, she must be exhausted.”

“I’ll go take a look,” Ren Li quietly said as she walked over and softly pushed the door open just enough to see the sister and brother inside, their heads adjoined in sleep.

In fact, the two siblings looked alike. When Chengcheng was little, he resembled Ren Li, but as he grew older, he became more like Yuxin. Zhinian once said that Yuxin and Chengcheng resembled their deceased grandmother, hence they looked like real siblings. The bond of blood between them was unchangeable by anyone.

This affection would never change either. They were biological siblings who would help each other throughout their lives.

Ren Li gently closed the door and returned. She pointed to the inside, and giggled, “They are sleeping soundly. Chengcheng really looks like his sister, even their sleeping positions are the same.”

“Well, they are my daughter and son,” Zhinian proudly said at this. How could he not know how Yuxin was when she was little, after personally raising her? Chengcheng was so much like Yuxin as a child; they both liked to grab the corner of their blankets while sleeping, and both behaved well.

It’s amazing, and a little bit scary, how genetics work. Two completely different individuals could be so similar to the point of being almost identical.

When Yuxin woke up, Chengcheng was still asleep. She carefully placed her hand on her brother’s forehead, and saw that Little Fatty was sleeping soundly. She wondered whether he still followed the same routine as before, sleeping until around eight in the morning.

Next, she put on her shoes and walked out. All the others were also present, including Zhinian and Ren Li.

“Dad…” Yuxin called out to Zhinian, then turned and smiled at Ren Li.

“Sis.”

This instantly darkened Zhinian’s face, but Ren Li broke out into a blooming laughter.

“She’s your mom, not your sister,” Zhinian indulgently said, but Yuxin’s words made him feel like a man marrying a woman much younger than him. Ren Li was naturally a younger woman, but she had now become more fashionable, more beautiful day by day. Standing next to him, a middle-aged man, it all felt quite unfair.

Yuxin calling her sister created an uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

Ren Li patted Zhinian’s hand, “Don’t worry, no matter how old or ugly you become, I won’t despise you.”

Her words made Zhinian even happier than any sweet talk. In a while, the couple was so engrossed in each other that they nearly forgot about their daughter. Yuxin had to retreat to her room, there she sat, holding her brother’s chubby hand. Little Fatty was still asleep, delightfully gnawing on his little thumb. Everyone said that Little Fatty resembled her, but why couldn’t she see the similarity?