The Tycoon's Little Darling: Uncle, you're going to spoil me rotten!

Chapter 762 The World Is Vast

Once the plane had leveled off, Gu Nuannuan stood up and apologized to the other passengers in first class, "I'm so sorry, my child is too young and was scared on his first flight. I'm sorry for disturbing everyone."

After saying that, she took out the small apology gifts she had prepared in advance and had the flight attendants distribute them to everyone.

"Mrs. Jiang, most children are like this the first time they fly, we all understand," someone in the back row said.

Gu Xiaonuan was immediately surprised, "You know me?"

"I may not know you, but I do know President Jiang next to you." Who else could be with President Jiang besides his pampered wife?

Jiang Chenyu chuckled, shedding his domineering CEO persona, and greeted the stranger beside him. "It really is President Jiang! We didn't dare recognize him when we saw him earlier, afraid of mistaking him for someone else. Hello, President Jiang." Other passengers also greeted Jiang Chenyu.

President Jiang, who is usually aloof, responded to each and every one of them.

The plane was moving smoothly, and the little one felt very safe in his father's arms, so he gradually stopped crying.

"President Jiang, may we see the young master? Everyone online says he's super cute, but we've never seen him before."

Jiang Chenyu looked down at his son, whose eyelashes were often wet with tears, and said with a smile, "My son is a little crybaby."

Gu Nuannuan stood up, holding her son, and showed everyone her little bundle of joy. "President Jiang's child is cute as he is, but he cries a lot."

After she finished speaking, she interacted with her son, asking, "Am I right, son?"

Little Shan Jun pouted again, tears welling up in his eyes. Gu Nuannuan quickly placed him in her husband's arms. "At this age, children are attached to their fathers." A moment later, a flight attendant came out. Since Jiang Chenyu was seated in the aisle, the flight attendant spoke directly to him, "Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, is there anything you need?"

The little boy looked at the flight attendant, his little hands tightly gripping his father. Jiang Chenyu, holding his son, bent down and picked up the pacifier he had just thrown on the ground. "Give me a cup of hot water."

A short while later, hot water was brought over. Fearing that the little guy's claws would itch and scratch at the hot water, Jiang Chenyu handed his son to his wife and put the baby's pacifier in for high-temperature cleaning, sterilization, and disinfection.

Gu Nuannuan pinched her son's cheek, "I gave you a pacifier for nothing."

"Ugh~"

Sensing the cabin temperature had dropped, Gu Nuannuan tore open the packaging bag, unfolded the thin blanket, and wrapped it around her son's chubby little body. "Want to sleep?"

Jiang Chenyu opened the thin blanket bag on his seat and handed it to his wife, saying, "You can cover yourself with this and get some sleep too." The brown blanket wrapped around the little guy reminded him of when he was just over two months old, a tiny, adorable little bundle, like a silkworm.

"Honey, I'm not sleepy."

The little guy slept for so long in his uncle's arms in the afternoon, so of course he wasn't sleepy anymore.

Gu Nuannuan turned him around, opened the window shutter, and let him look at the clouds outside. "Curious baby, take a good look at this world."

The little guy was drawn to the clouds outside the window.

A moment later, Jiang Chenyu got up, poured some hot water, and then took his son's bottle and formula, skillfully preparing the formula for his son in the hot water room.

Those watching from behind were all shocked; no one could have imagined that he would do it himself, and with such skill.

"Mountain Lord, come drink your milk powder." Jiang Chenyu sat down and handed the bottle to his son. The little guy lay half-reclined in his mother's arms, drinking the milk powder his father had prepared, gazing at the sky outside the airplane through a small window.

When he's well-behaved, the world seems to soften like clouds.

After finishing his son's formula, Jiang Chenyu got up to wash the bottle for him. His movements were so practiced that everyone was amazed. "Mr. Jiang, do you often make formula for your son at home?"

Jiang Chenyu: "My wife does most of the work. I can only take care of the children when I'm not busy."

Gu Nuannuan chuckled and said to her husband, "Don't mention it. Whenever my husband comes home, he takes care of the children for me."

As darkness fell and there was little to see outside, the little guy still insisted on pressing his face against the window to watch.

Gu Nuannuan: "Honey, you've been busy all day. Take a nap. I'll play with our son. He didn't fall asleep for a while."

Jiang Chenyu didn't stand on ceremony with his wife. Usually at this time of day, the mother and child would be very active. Now that he was sitting in the aisle, he could feel the movements of his wife and child. "Call me when I go to the bathroom."

"it is good."

Jiang Chenyu lowered the chair and lay down comfortably to sleep.

The little guy turned his head and looked curiously at his dad's chair, wondering why he and his mom could lie down, but not his mom's.

Jiang Chenyu opened his eyes, clapped his hands at his son, and said, "Come to Dad's arms?"

The little guy was about to change his mind and rush over, but Gu Xiaonuan tapped her son's nose and said, "You're just envious that your dad can lie down? We can too."

She held her son's fingertips and pressed a button on the chair. The little guy touched it lightly, but it was her fingers that were applying pressure, and then the chair slowly reclined.

The little one was fascinated, and soon his mother's seat rose up again.

His large eyes were filled with confusion. Gu Nuannuan laughed and said, "Silly boy, you don't know, do you?"

Gu Nuannuan took the thin blanket, unfolded it with one hand, and silently and gently draped it over her husband.

Jiang Chenyu sensed the movement and opened his eyes. "Xiao Nuan, you can cover yourself up."

“We don’t need any more. You can cover yourself up and go to sleep. My son and I can use one. He’s just a little kid and doesn’t need such a big thin blanket.”

So, for some reason, Xiaoshanjun suddenly gained a new nickname: Little Radish Head.

He has lost count of how many nicknames he has; they are all affectionate names his family gave him when they loved him so much.

When it was completely dark outside the window and nothing could be seen, the little guy stayed up until eleven o'clock. He yawned, snuggled in his mother's arms, patted her bottom twice, and fell asleep on his own.

Gu Nuannuan also lay down, pulled the thin blanket over herself, and fell into a light sleep in the quiet cabin.

If the baby twitched even slightly, she would quickly open her eyes, pat his little body, and comfort her son.

Jiang Chenyu remembered his wife and children, so he woke up at two o'clock in the morning.

Turning my head, I saw the little guy's chubby face wrapped in a thin blanket, looking adorable and well-behaved; both mother and son were asleep.

Jiang Chenyu got up, gently lifted the blanket, untied his son's onesie, and checked if his diaper needed changing. Even though the movements were slight, they still woke Gu Nuannuan. She thought someone was trying to steal her child and woke up abruptly.

"Husband~"

"Honey, you woke up." Gu Nuannuan gently rubbed his wife's head. "Go back to sleep. I'll hold the baby."

Gu Nuannuan shook her head, noticing her husband's movement. "I've checked, the diaper doesn't need to be changed."

Jiang Chenyu felt sorry for his wife's thin arms; she had been carrying their son for so long, and he was worried her arms would get sore. So he reached out to take her away, but the little rascal, still in his mother's arms, closed his eyes, pouted, and started whimpering. Everyone around them was asleep, so Gu Nuannuan reached out to interrupt, "Honey, it's okay, don't let him cry. Our son is hard to soothe anyway, let him sleep in my arms."

The little one nestled in his mother's arms and continued to sleep peacefully.

Jiang Chenyu felt sorry for his wife.