Compared to the paragliding he had to perform during his special training, this was merely child's play. It was only a drop tower about 30 meters high. This was nothing much to him, but ultimately, it was different to a child. Regardless of a child's physical and mental condition, they were much more vulnerable. Thus, when the ride increasingly gained altitude, Yichen's shrieks and laughter reverberated in his ears!
After the ride, Yichen was still suffering from the shock, yet he could not get enough of it. He deemed the ride to be exhilarating and fun. Most children would want a repeat to interesting rides like this, and Little Yichen was no exception.
Mu Yazhe accompanied his son on the ride again. The second time they got down from the Tower of Babel, Yichen clung on to his hand and danced in merriment. He continued to describe the beauty of the scene he had seen during the elevation.
For a moment, it seemed that all his displeasure was gone in a puff !
A child was this innocent and adorable; they were not the type to hold a long-standing grudge.
Thereafter, he somehow realized his folly for carrying Song Enxi in his arms earlier, thus leaving Little Yichen out. With a heart overwhelmed with guilt, he held his child tighter in his embrace and did not let him down again.
He was surprisingly energetic. Yichen was much heavier than Song Enxi, but he persisted in carrying him.
Whenever Song Enxi opened her arms to solicit a hug from him, Yichen would cling on to Mu Yazhe's shoulders – a silent declaration that he was his exclusively!
Each time this happened, Song Enxi would pout her lips and stomp her feet in clear annoyance!
However, as annoyed as she was, and no matter how she sulked, Mu Yazhe never hugged her again.
At least, for today, he had to accompany the little boy. Otherwise, him hurrying back to celebrate his birthday together would lose its meaning.
The most important thing now was Little Yichen's happiness. Nothing else mattered!
Song Enxi glanced at Yichen, who was occupying Mu Yazhe's arms all this while, and her face turned sour; she looked as if she had swallowed a bunch of flies. After riding each attraction, she kept asking for the man to hug her once more, but Yichen refused to let go of his father, and she could do nothing about it.
Her face was distorted in anger.
Seeing her acknowledge defeat, the little boy felt his heart becoming sunny again.
She had captured everything with her eyes and felt intense jealousy in her heart. Thus, while everyone was taking a short break, she proposed having desserts. Mu Yazhe was thinking of buying some desserts for Yichen too, so he made them wait at their seats before he rushed over to the nearest a dessert stop.
Song Enya warned the two children to stay put and closely trailed after the man.
The two were, thus, left alone.
Bored, Yichen took out his beloved toy and started playing with it.
Song Enxi saw his toy and wanted it for herself. Stretching out her hand, she tried to snatch it away from him.
He dexterously avoided her small outstretched claws and hissed, "Didn't your mommy teach you manners?! Why do you take someone else's things as you please?!"
She snorted. "Hmph! A stingy person will get unlucky! You think I care for your broken toy?"
"I don't need you to care, you meanie!" He stuck out his tongue and made a face at her.
He had managed to enrage this little girl this time.
"Hmph. I think you're clearly jealous of me because Uncle Mu loves me more!"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" He smirked. "Daddy clearly loves me the most. Who are you even?"
"Uncle Mu obviously wants to hug me more because I'm better behaved than you, I'm cuter than you, and I'm more obedient than you!" She stood with one arm akimbo and the other pointing at him as she announced this 'truth' with scorn.