Seize His Little Wife

“Hold on to me so you don’t get dropped.” Baird Lane said.

Christine White was surprised for a moment, agreed, and then took his arm.

Baird Lane tucked his arms in slightly, and in doing so, she leaned closer to him, so close that he could feel, in his arms, the softness of her bulging breasts.

Car.

Christine White put her book bag down and bent over to squeeze her ankle.

Baird Lane was buckling his seatbelt and inclined his head to look at her, “Twisted your foot?”

“No, just a little uncomfortable.” Christine White answered with a smile as she sat up straight.

Baird Lane hmmm’d, “It’s good that it didn’t twist.”

“Don’t worry, I just had you, how could I twist, but I’m curious as to why you came to pick me up yourself.” Christine White looked at him with her arms wrapped around her.

Baird Lane’s eyes lowered slightly, “You’ve never been to the old mansion, I’m afraid you’ll get lost.”

“Really?” Christine White was a little disbelieving.

There were plenty of people who had never been to the old mansion, and she wasn’t the only one.

“Well, that’s just one of the reasons, the other, later at the banquet.” Baird Lane shifted into gear and started the car.

At that, Christine White couldn’t be bothered to ask any more questions and turned her head to look out the window.

Arrived at The Lane Family’s old mansion.

Christine White got out of the car and stood in front of the gates of the old mansion, a glint of nostalgia crossing her eyes.

After six years, she was once again in this place with mixed emotions.

“Let’s go.” Baird Lane said as he handed the car keys to the bouncer guarding the door and walked over to Christine White.

Christine White hastened to compose her expression and nodded.

Once inside the old mansion, she pretended she hadn’t been here before and looked around.

The mass was complete and she realized that nothing had changed here, it was still the same as when she had left six years ago.

The only thing that’s different is the shift in her identity.

Six years ago, she was the youngest grandma here; today, she’s just an ordinary guest.

“The banquet hasn’t started yet, so you can get something to eat here now while I go greet some guests.” Baird Lane said to Christine White as he led her to the banquet hall of the old mansion.

Christine White gathered her thoughts and responded, “Go ahead.”

“If there’s anything you need, just call the servants at the party, or call me.” Baird Lane didn’t forget to admonish.

Christine White gave him a shove, “Well, go ahead, I know all about it.”

Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed when he saw her urging him to go, and he turned away.

After he left, the smile on Christine White’s face chilled down as she picked up a glass of red wine and silently left the banquet hall, heading for a quiet courtyard.

When they reached the outside of the courtyard, the bouncer guarding the gate let her right in without asking for proof of her identity, and it was obvious that the bouncer had been greeted.

Christine White entered the yard, and saw a thick layer of plush carpet in the middle of the yard, and on the carpet, a delicate and cute-looking little boy was sitting on it, with his tiny two hands, holding a large Rubik’s Cube, which he was not fiddling with.

Christine White covered her lips in excitement at the sight.

Bo actually started playing with the Rubik’s Cube again!

Bo hasn’t played with a Rubik’s Cube since the autism went back to its worst.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

But the fact that Bao is now playing with the Rubik’s Cube again means that Bao’s autism is really getting much better.

Thinking of this, Christine White took off her shoes, took two or three steps to come to little baby, bent down, and took little baby into her arms, “little baby, mommy misses you so much.”

Bao stopped what he was doing and blinked twice, then his little mouth opened slightly and he cried out, “Mom …”

The cry he shouted was small and vague, like the kind a child who has just learned to speak shouts out, and without listening carefully, you can’t really hear what it is.

But Christine White heard it all at once, and her mind went boom, blank, and it took a long time to slow down.

Her hands trembled as she wrapped her arms around little baby, looking at him with excitement and surprise, “Baby, did you just call out for mommy?”

Po cocked his head and made no sound.

Christine White, however, was not disappointed, and hugged Bao tighter, shedding tears of joy, “Great, great Bao, you can talk, you can call out for mommy …”

“Yes, Little Treasure has changed a lot in the past few days, almost every day he can make some simple sounds.” At this moment, an old but not unkind voice suddenly recalled.

Christine White heard it and her body stiffened for a split second, then she slowly looked up, her tears flowing even harder, “Fubar …”

“Young Granny, long time no see.” Fubo smiled lovingly at her.

Christine White held in her tears and forced a smile, “It’s been a long time Fubuki, I’m sorry I’ve been back for so long and haven’t visited you once.”

“It’s okay, about everything you’ve gone through in these six years, Young Grandmother, Xiao Song has told me, Young Grandmother, you’ve suffered.” Fu Bo stepped forward and looked at her heartily.

This heartfelt look made Christine White break down instantly and cry even louder, “Fubar, I’m going to get back at Baird Lane, won’t you be mad at me?”

Uncle Fu shook his head, “That’s because Young Master deserved it, I think even if Master is still alive, he will definitely support you, Young Grandmother.”

“Grandpa he … I’m sorry for what Grandpa expected of me back then.” Christine White covers her face.

Uncle Fu knew what she meant by what she said and sighed with emotion, “When Master passed away, he hoped that Young Grandmother and Young Master would be able to be together properly, but no one could have predicted that all those things would happen later on, and Young Grandmother, you’re lucky that you’re still alive, so you haven’t wronged Master.”

Christine White huffed, “Can I go pay my respects to Grandpa?”

“Yes, but the mausoleum side is a bit far, it’s too late for you to go there now, go to the shrine.” Uncle Fu nodded.

Christine White wiped the tears from her eyes, “Good, then I’ll trouble Uncle Fu to lead the way.”

After saying that, she stood up, picked up little baby and followed Fu Bo.

By the time he returned to the courtyard after paying homage to the old man, it was already half an hour later, and the banquet had started for a while.

Baird Lane frowned as he came towards the yard and saw Christine White holding Bo as she was talking to Fubar, flinching for a moment before her eyes grew dark.

She’s actually here!

He had just gone to look for her after receiving the guests, but ended up searching the entire banquet hall without finding her, and when he called her phone, she didn’t answer it either.

He thought she’d gone back, and then he didn’t realize that she’d be here.

And the fact that she was actually holding little baby and talking so intensely with Fu Bo had to make him suspicious.

little baby won’t accept hugs from just anyone because of his autism, and so far, in the whole The Lane Family, it’s just him and Aunt Lucy and Fubo who can hold little baby.

And Christine Camp actually could, didn’t she say that she’d only met Po a couple times and didn’t know him too well?

Then there was Uncle Fu, who looked at her with such loving eyes, without a hint of detachment from outsiders, and obviously knew her.

Thinking about this, Baird Lane shouted the suspicion in his heart and walked over, “What are you guys talking about?”

“There’s the young master.” Furber stopped talking and looked toward Baird Lane.

Christine White chimed in, “I’m talking to Uncle Foo about Bo again.”

“You know Fubar?” Baird Lane asked, narrowing his eyes.

Christine White’s heart sank, knowing that he must have seen her just talking to Uncle Fu and was suspecting something, smiling without changing his face, “Now that I recognize it, just now Uncle Fu was seeing that my looks were very similar to your ex-ex-wife, so he let me accompany him to chat for a while.”

“Yeah?” Baird Lane’s gaze shifted to Furber.

Fubuki nodded, “Yeah.”

Baird Lane pursed his lips, not sure whether to believe it or not, and after a moment he asked, “I thought you were in the banquet hall, and how did you get here?”