She couldn't imagine it. Mu Qian had never called her so intimately, not even during their most intimate moments. At most, he would coax her to let go a bit, and the most intimate he ever called her was "Jiaren." The only time he ever spoke sweet nothings was that day he had been drinking.
After they had cleared the air that day, it never happened again.
Mu Qian wasn't the type to frequently speak of love, and Wen Jiaren didn't insist.
Those terms like "little baby," "little heart," or "sweetheart," she dared not hope for, even thinking about them felt awkward.
"Jiaren, am I your little treasure?"
Mu Xiao lay behind Wen Jiaren's chair, sticking his little head out eagerly as he looked at Wen Jiaren.
Wen Jiaren smiled, "Of course."
Mu Xiao stretched his head out even further, "Then is Dad your big treasure?"
That!!!
