Chapter 899: Choose a gift

But since he and Yun Moting had blood ties, he had to take on the responsibilities of a father and absolutely not let the little guy suffer the slightest grievance.

"Really?" Yun Moting was still worried that this was a lie Xu Tian had told to comfort him. "If I go out with Dad, Grandma really won't blame Dad?"

"Mm, when has Dad ever lied to you?" Xu Tian smiled faintly. "Dad promises you that both you and I will be fine."

"Then I want to go out with Dad!" Yun Moting's tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and he happily threw himself into Xu Tian's arms. "Dad, let's go quickly!"

Xu Tian picked up Yun Moting and put him in the back seat of the car.

"Dad, I want to sit in the front." Yun Moting blinked his eyes, looking forward to it.

"The passenger seat is dangerous; children cannot sit there."

"Can't I?" Yun Moting was somewhat disappointed. "But I want to sit with Dad..."

He hadn't seen Xu Tian for too long, and he felt uneasy in his heart, always having the illusion that Dad would disappear at any moment and never want him again.

Xu Tian saw his pitiful appearance and felt his heart soften, but it was indeed dangerous for a child to sit in the passenger seat, so he hardened his heart and said.

"When Momo grows up, you can sit in the passenger seat. Not now."

"Momo, you don't want to make Dad worry, do you?"

"Mm." Yun Moting nodded in disappointment, then took the initiative to pull the seatbelt next to him and said obediently, "I will be careful and not make Dad worry."

"So obedient." Xu Tian pinched Yun Moting's pink, carved-jade-like face, closed the car door, and returned to the driver's seat in the front.

As expected of his son, obedient, sensible, and cute and likable.

When he was in Huaxia, he liked the little guy the moment he first saw him.

At that time, he envied Yun Moting's parents for being able to have such a cute child, and even had the thought of adopting one with Tang Bingyan.

He didn't expect that Yun Moting was actually his son, and he hadn't known it at all.

"Dad, where are we going?"

Yun Moting, sitting in the back seat, looked at Xu Tian expectantly.

"Momo, I heard from your aunt that your dad's birthday is coming up, is that right?"

This was something he had heard the other party mention inadvertently when he was chatting with Yun Shuying.

"Mm." Yun Moting, hearing this, said somewhat dejectedly, "Dad, let's not talk about him today, okay?"

"Momo, have you been learning to draw lately?" Xu Tian changed the subject unobtrusively. He glanced at the direction of the Yun family estate through the rearview mirror and frowned slightly.

"Yes, does Dad want to see my drawings?" Yun Moting looked expectant.

"Then let's go to the art studio today. Momo can draw a picture for your dad to wish him a happy birthday." Xu Tian turned his head to look at Yun Moting. "It's also a good chance for me to see Momo's painting skills."

Yun Moting was slightly stunned, then showed a very reluctant expression.

"He is your dad after all, and it's his first birthday since he came back." Xu Tian coaxed him. "Even if it's just an ordinary friend, you should give a gift for a birthday, right?"

"Alright then, I'll listen to Dad." Yun Moting nodded. "As long as Dad stays with me, I can draw him a few pictures!"

He felt that staying with Dad was the most important thing; as for the drawing for that person, he could just scribble something casually.

After leaving the Yun family territory, Xu Tian drove the car to the city center and found a famous oil painting classroom according to the navigation on his phone.

Although Wuji Island valued martial arts, there were also some wealthy people who were pretentious and liked art.

Therefore, several oil painting classrooms had opened in the center of Kun City, with professional teachers giving lessons.

Xu Tian asked the owner for a quiet studio and took Yun Moting inside.

Various tools were already prepared in the studio, and the thoughtful owner had even prepared afternoon tea.

"Dad, what should I draw?" Yun Moting held a paintbrush and turned to look at Xu Tian.

"What does Momo want to draw?" Xu Tian asked patiently.

"Mm... I've been learning to draw still life with my teacher lately." Yun Moting thought for a moment and then said, "Then shall I draw flowers?"

"Alright."

"Dad, what flowers do you like?" Yun Moting asked again.

Xu Tian hesitated slightly. Giving a drawing to the fake Yun Mufeng, drawing what he liked seemed inappropriate, but for a gift from a child, the thought was what mattered. Even if the fake Yun Mufeng was picky, he could explain that he had just returned home and Yun Moting didn't know what he liked.

So he said, "Then Momo, draw sunflowers?"

"Okay!" Yun Moting nodded and then began to draw with focus.

During this time, Xu Tian helped him wash his brushes, mix colors, and even used his phone to find a few photos of sunflowers for him to copy.

Yun Moting drew perfunctorily at first, but because Xu Tian often praised him for having talent, the little guy became serious again.

After drawing for two hours, an oil painting of sunflowers was completed.

Yun Moting stared at the canvas for a long while, then took a brush and wrote a line of words in the bottom right corner.

"Momo hopes to be with Dad forever."

Xu Tian stared blankly at the little guy writing seriously stroke by stroke, his eyes feeling somewhat sour.

Yun Moting was truly so sensible that it made one's heart ache.

"Dad will always be with Momo." Xu Tian hugged Yun Moting. "Let's pinky swear."

"Okay!" Yun Moting's eyes shone brightly, and he extended the hand that wasn't stained with oil paint toward Xu Tian. "Pinky swear!"

"I'll go find the owner to have this painting framed, and when Momo goes home, you can give it to that dad in the Yun family." Although Xu Tian really wanted to tell Yun Moting the truth, for the sake of his and the Yun family's safety, he decided to keep it hidden for the time being.

When he found out the accomplices behind Yun Hexian and investigated the other party's background, that would be the time for a reckoning.

Soon, the owner of the studio had Yun Moting's painting framed, wrapped it in blue wrapping paper, and tied it with a pink ribbon.

Yun Moting tugged at Xu Tian's sleeve: "Dad, I want to give this painting to you."

"Give it to me?" Xu Tian paused slightly as he took the frame.

"I can choose something else for that person's birthday gift." Yun Moting said seriously, "I have pocket money, I can go buy it, but this is my first complete work, and the sunflowers drawn on it are also what Dad likes, so I want to give it to Dad."

Xu Tian felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing this, and suddenly he didn't want to give this painting to that imposter anymore.

"Dad, do you like this gift?" Yun Moting blinked his eyes, full of expectation.

"Momo drew it himself, how could I not like it."

"Then next time I'll draw a portrait of Dad and put it in your room, okay?" Yun Moting said again.

"Okay." Xu Tian smiled gently, holding the frame in his hands tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Let's go, Dad will accompany you to choose a gift. You don't need to use your pocket money; Dad will pay for you." ===== CHAPTER 900 =====