Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 439 Ai Xiu is wrongly accused and gets into a fight.

When the match ended, a fleeting look of disappointment crossed Wen Baoying's eyes as she stood to the side.

But after hearing Ning Yao say that she could make an identical doll by hand, her eyes lit up again.

Wow, Mommy is amazing!

She will obediently wait for her mother to make her a little doll, which she will then hang on her little schoolbag and carry to school every day.

Just thinking about that scene made Wen Baoying incredibly happy; no doll, no matter how beautiful, could compare to one made by her mother.

Thinking about it this way, Wen Baoying stopped being sad. Instead, she reached out her little hand and took her brother's hand, whispering a few words of comfort.

"Brother, it's okay. Mommy said she'd make me one just like it, and Mommy's will definitely be a hundred times prettier than this little doll!"

"Hmm." Wen Aixiu responded sullenly, and as she passed by Wen Tingye, she secretly glanced at her father.

Daddy always tells him that boys should be competitive and not be inferior to their peers.

Will he feel useless?

The more Wen Aixiu thought about it, the more he walked with trepidation, his heart heavy.

A large hand patted Wen Aixiu's shoulder twice, neither too hard nor too soft.

"Good job. If it weren't for that accident, you would definitely have been number one. Daddy knows you're great. Don't be discouraged, keep up the good work next time." Wen Tingye's voice was deep and magnetic. Although his tone wasn't exactly gentle, it was still an affirmation of his son's actions.

Wen Aixiu was completely relaxed this time, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and she revealed an innocent smile.

"Mommy, I need to go to the restroom," Wen Aixiu said to Ning Yao.

"Okay, go ahead. The path to the restroom is slippery, so be careful," Ning Yao said gently to her son.

Wen Aixiu nodded, then walked towards the men's restroom next to her, her short steps firm, each step confident and steady.

Seeing Ning Yao staring intently at her son's departing figure, Wen Tingye reached out and pinched the young woman's chin.

"You lost the game, and you're still staring at him like that?" The man's voice was clearly displeased, as if he felt ignored.

Ning Yao shrank back, dodging Wen Tingye's clutches.

"How old are you? Why are you arguing and getting jealous over a six-year-old?" Ning Yao glanced at Wen Tingye and said irritably.

Although his tone was disdainful, a warm smile played on his lips, making Wen Tingye's jealousy of his son seem strangely endearing.

"I'm going to compete against A-Chen and Moran soon. Tell me, who do you want to win?" Wen Tingye's deep eyes were fixed on Ning Yao, his thin lips pressed tightly together, his sharp edge conveying a sense of fierceness.

Husband and son, both are equally dear to her. For Ning Yao, Wen Tingye's question was like a woman asking a man, "If I and your mother fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?" How could Ning Yao possibly answer that?

"I hope so?" Ning Yao deliberately put on a troubled look, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly into a small "mountain" shape.

A moment later, Ning Yao smiled at Wen Tingye, who was looking forward to the result, and her smile was just like that of a cunning little fox.

"I think it would be best if you were tied for first place. My son and my boyfriend are equally important."

Being tactful is never a bad thing; in fact, it doesn't matter to her who wins.

This kind of activity is just a diversion; the main thing is for the whole family to have fun together, and winning or losing is secondary.

Wen Tingye raised an eyebrow and glanced at Ning Yao, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.

The competition was about to begin. Before he could punish Ning Yao, he went to the parkour competition area, stretched out his arms and legs, and began to warm up.

Ning Chen and Ning Moran followed closely behind, along with He Yu.

He Yu didn't want to be in a group with Wen Tingye and the two young masters either. One President Wen was enough to kill him, let alone the two young masters with superhuman physical abilities.

Unfortunately, the competition involved random drawing of numbers, and by sheer bad luck, they were 'coincidentally' assigned to the same group.

He Yu's shoulders trembled, looking weak, pitiful, and helpless. He had absolutely no choice.

He Yu participated in the competition because he wanted to win the parkour prize to give to Cui Mengmeng.

He felt that given Cui Mengmeng's personality, she would definitely like these little trinkets won in the competition, as they represented honor and were very meaningful.

It seems like winning a girl's heart is out of the question now...

The race started quickly, and after the referee gave the signal, the four men ran wildly, like wild horses that had broken free of their reins.

Ning Yao stood in the audience aisle when a gust of wind blew up some stray hairs at her temples. She blinked her bright eyes and quickly straightened her hair.

While everyone was watching the game, Wenna quietly left from the side, and only Ning Duoduo noticed her figure.

Ning Duoduo frowned suspiciously. She seemed to have noticed that Miss Wenna's expression was not good, and her eyes were filled with hostility.

The match was so exciting that Ning Duoduo was only distracted for a short while before her attention returned to the game.

She watched her father and brothers race across the track, a beautiful smile curving her lips.

The restrooms are located on the south side of the lobby on the first floor of the trampoline park.

Wen Aixiu came out of the restroom with a cold, poker face and was about to return to the arena.

Just then, he heard a faint crying sound, and as if possessed, he walked towards the source of the sound.

The fire escape at the corner, which had no surveillance cameras, had its door ajar, apparently opened by someone.

Wen Aixiu frowned and looked ahead. Through the gap, she saw a boy lying on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, and he didn't look well.

Wen Aixiu quickly pushed open the door, went over and helped the little boy up, and the boy's tender and clear voice rang out.

"Are you alright? Who beat you up like this?" Wen Aixiu helped the little boy up with one hand, only to find that the little boy was the same opponent who had appeared with him on the field, the one he had helped up after falling to the ground.

The little boy was dizzy and couldn't see what was happening in front of him. He shrugged his shoulders in fear and cried as he pushed Wen Aixiu away.

The little boy cried his heart out, his eyes were swollen and barely open, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

He was terrified, sobbing incessantly, "It hurts so much, please don't hit me... please don't hit me..."

Wen Aixiu didn't understand who had hit him. Just as he was about to get up to find the boy's parents, he was violently pushed against the wall by an angry woman who rushed over.

Even if Wen Aixiu had good physical fitness and was a little stronger than the average child, he was still not strong enough to be considered an adult. Moreover, he was caught off guard and bumped his head, frowning and letting out a muffled groan.

"You little beast, how could you beat my son like this? It's just because I caused you to lose the game, is it really necessary for you to beat him like this?"

"What did your parents raise you like? Go find your parents right now! You're a complete lunatic! If anything happens to my son, I'll never forgive you, you little bastard!"

The woman lost her temper, yelling and cursing while frantically calling for an ambulance to protect her son.

Wen Aixiu was still a little dizzy from the impact and couldn't react to what had just happened.

He stared blankly at the boy's mother, who was leaning against the wall, her head aching, barely managing to stay upright, her small mouth pursed into a straight line.

What do you mean he hit someone?

When he came in, the kid was already like this!

Why blame him?