One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love Chapter 402 - I have daddy to protect me!

Chapter 402: I have daddy to protect me!

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He truly did not like visiting an amusement park. After all, he was already an adult and had seen many things in life. No matter how dreamy the amusement park was, he was not interested in it at all.
However, seeing how happy the little lad was, his mood was naturally elevated.
Mu Yazhe accompanied him on a few rides.
Inside Fairy Tale Valley, there were many types of exciting rides, which were unlike the usual kiddo rides in other amusement parks. Children would be forbidden from riding them in other places, but in this theme park, even six-year-old children could ride these!
Fairy Tale Valley achieved this level of assurance by reducing the height of high-altitude rides and the speed and riskiness of rollercoaster rides. In this park, quality of safety features was given the utmost emphasis!
He was initially worried that the little fellow was not well-acclimated to the dangerous rides, so he started him off with a few easier ones, such as the mini indoor rollercoaster and 4D simulator.
The boy seemed to get more enthusiastic with each ride. At this time, he could finally see the characteristics of a typical six-year-old on his son as the little face flushed with great excitement!
Easygoing and innocent, it was a face free of concern!
It seemed that the child’s aloofness was not inborn but stemmed from lack of social exposure!
“Daddy, I want to try the Tower of Babel!” Little Yichen excitedly proposed as he pointed to the structure, which stood at 30 meters, not too far from them.
Just as he finished saying this, a wave of hair-raising shrieks was heard from the drop tower, making it seem more electrifying to ride.
“It’s so high; aren’t you scared?” The man could not help frowning at the thought.
His son was undeterred, however. With his little torso ramrod straight, he replied fearlessly, “I’m not scared! I have daddy to protect me!”
“All right, let’s go.”
Saying that, he held the little lad’s hand and was about to lead him in the direction of the tower when they heard a flabbergasted exclamation from behind them. “Brother Mu?”
The man looked over his shoulder and saw a young lady approaching him with a look of surprise. She was holding a helium balloon in her left hand while a five- or six-year-old little girl was clasping her right hand.
The woman had fine features and a good figure. She, with exquisite makeup and sophisticated yet trendy getup, looked to be in her early 20s.
For those with sharp eyes, they would be able to tell that the bag she was carrying on her shoulder cost a fortune.
Wearing a graceful smile, the lady stood before him. “Brother Mu, what a coincidence to see you here!”
The man was also somewhat surprised to see her in this place. “… Enya?”
Little Yichen, who was happily walking along, became crestfallen when he turned around and saw the ones behind them.
Why does it have to be them?
The lady was Song Enya and the girl holding in her hand was her little sister, Song Enxi.
Mu Yazhe held a special connection to Song Enya for no other reason except that her mother was Jiang Qimeng.
Jiang Qimeng was his mother’s niece and the wife of the Song family’s master, Zhengguo. He was especially doting on this young niece in many ways.
The Song family was one of the grand elites in the capital and boasted of producing scholars for the nation over the centuries! Song Enya’s grandfather was a war veteran; he was part of the great revolution in his prime and had fought for their homeland alongside the pioneers and martyrs. Now, he was revered as one of the ten founding fathers of their nation.
A founding father! This was a grand honor and status!
Grandmaster Song had two sons. The elder son, Song Jianguo, was a high-ranking military official in the capital.
His younger son, Song Zhengguo, was the capital city’s mayor and a prominent figure in the political sphere.
The Song family had produced many outstanding men and women through the generations. Grandmaster Song, in particular, inspired awe in many people.