Chapter 877: Splitting the Egg Custard
However, Ji Yan could not do anything to Shen Hanxing. He could only hold her hand and gently rub the back of her hand with his fingertips.
"I... Did I call him wrong?" Lele raised his head with a blank face and looked at the laughing crowd in confusion. He touched his cheek, a little embarrassed. "What is everyone laughing about..."
"This kiddo..." Grandma also smiled. She hugged Lele and rubbed his head. She said lovingly, "How can you call him uncle? He is your Sister Hanxing’s husband. You have to call him brother." As she spoke, Grandma also found it a little funny. Seeing that Ji Yan’s face was still gloomy, she smiled and comforted him. "Alright, don’t put on such a cold expression. Look at you. You don’t smile much all day long. That’s why Lele treated you as an uncle."
Ji Yan did not look old. Not only did he not look old, but the noble and cold temperament around him easily blurred the boundaries of time, making it difficult for people to estimate his age based on his appearance. This was because he was too calm, and his entire temperament was concise and distant. He did not look like a rash young man. It was not strange for Lele to call him uncle.
Ji Yan probably wouldn’t care about the matter of address if it were any other time. However, Lele, this child, had sweetly called Shen Hanxing "pretty sister" in the beginning, but now he called him uncle. It made him feel helpless.
Ji Yan could do nothing about his grandmother’s teasing. The expression on his face became more and more helpless as he called out softly, "Grandma..."
Grandma smiled even more happily, and Shen Hanxing could not help but smile. However, she could not bear to see Ji Yan being bullied. She raised her hand and pinched Lele’s little face. She smiled and said, "Grandma is right. You have to call him brother." After saying that, she was silent momentarily and continued to speak to Lele, "Of course, you can also call him brother-in-law."
As Shen Hanxing’s voice fell, Ji Yan’s expression was less cold. He tightened his grip on Shen Hanxing’s hand, and a sweet feeling rose in his heart.
"Brother Ji Yan." Lele was a sensible child. Ji Yan’s cold face did not scare him. He hesitated for a moment and decided to treat everyone equally. He showed Ji Yan a sweet smile. "Brother Ji Yan, I didn’t mean it. Please don’t be mad at me."