Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The woman brought her luggage out of her room and left the house with her two sons escorting her to the door. When Qin Zhou got the chauffeur to open the back of the car, Mu Yichen snatched the chance to put his motherâs luggage in the trunk.
The manager stood fossilized on the spot, dumbfounded by the childâs immense strength. âIs he truly just a seven-year-old kiddo? He is as strong as an ox...â
âHa ha ha!â The younger twin was tickled into a hoot. âBig bro is a little, black ox!â
His older brother was bewildered. âBlack ox? Iâm not one! Look; I look so fair!â
âIâm not talking about your skin color, silly! Iâm referring to your build. Youâre as strong as a little, black ox!â The younger one took a dig at him.
The older one could only glare at the younger one helplessly. He was really hurt by his siblingâs tactless remark.
A little, black ox is ugly-looking... Why must he compare me to one?
He felt so hurt.
Qin Zhou was teased by his chargeâs children. The two were so interesting and adorable, especially the younger one who was like a little imp!
Resigned, their mother had to step in. âYouyou, you mustnât bully your older brother just because youâre smarter than he is! Itâs not right for you to put him down with your witty words!â
The older boy was even more hurt by her comment as he clenched his chest and eyed his mother forlornly.
Is she implying that Iâm stupid?
He could feel a stab in his chest. The woman had undoubtedly rubbed salt into his wound with her words.
At that point, their mother had also realized the damage she had caused with her insensitive words. She tried to right her wrong hastily. âIâm so sorry; mommy didnât mean to say that youâre stupid. I was just... trying to stop your brother from bullying you!â
âMommyâs a bully! I donât want mommy anymore!â
Little Yichen sobbed into his sleeve, looking so down and out that his motherâs heart melted at his piteous sight.
She hurried over to hug him. âSon, donât be angry. Iâm in the wrong! Donât cry anymore, or I wonât be able to go away with a peace of mind!â
âMommy has to give me a kiss to earn my forgiveness,â retorted the boy with a pout.
The younger twin stood, gnashing his teeth, at one side.
This fella is a fast-learner!
His older sibling had learned his proud tactic well. His coquettish act, when used on their mother, had never failed once.
Apparently, his brother had taken upon the skill as well!
As the woman gently cupped her sonâs face in her palms, she kissed him softly on his cherubic cheek and apologetically consoled, âWill you forgive mommy now? Be a good boy and wait for my return!â
âEh! Be sure to bring back a prize, mommy!â encouraged her son.
Nodding with enthusiasm, she declared, âAlright! Mommy will work hard for a prize!â
...
As they rode to the airport, the woman sat silently inside the car, looking outside the window the whole time.
The traffic in the city was unusually congested, with sounds of impatient horns blasting incessantly in her ears. It was merely afternoon, but the traffic had already built up to an infuriating level.
Her manager sat beside her, chatting with his circle of idle friends on WeChat. Occasionally, he would look up and talk to her.
It was calm inside the car, though her heart was far from peaceful.
Women could be sensitive, and her sixth sense was telling her that something was off with her man.
The problem was that it was strange for him not to inform her if he was caught up with some other business. He should have called her at least. Even a short call to check on her before her flight would have sufficed.