Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âEr? You are regretful?â The man chuckled uncontrollably. This child was such a smooth-talker; who did he learn it from?
âWhether you choose to be family or foe, itâs got nothing to do with me. Whatever it is, you will never be part of my family!â the little lad declared before lowering his voice, âReturn mommy to me. Iâm warning you; youâd better not touch her.â
He sounded cold and malicious. While his voice sounded tender and youthful, his tone was deterrent.
Mu Yazhe realized that despite the twins being born on the same day, they were very different.
Compared to the rascal on the phone, Little Yichen was an angel.
This son had his fatherâs charisma; both talked in the same fashion. He was bold and daring just like his father despite his young age.
âYou are not adorable at all,â he commented while sitting on the bed and tenderly stroking Yun Shishiâs cheeks.
âHmph. Itâs none of your business.â
Yun Tianyou regained his composure soon after. He paced back and forth the room and, in the end, took a firm seat at his desk. From the drawer, he reached out for his checkbook.
Raising a brow, he told the man, âName the price.â
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âHow much? How much money can make you stay away from my mommy?â
How much money?
The manâs mouth twitched.
Is the boy negotiating a price with me using his piggy bank?!
âAre you negotiating with me?â
âWhy not? We, businessmen, talk with money; donât waste my time on small talk.â With one hand on the phone, Yun Tianyou held the pen between his lips and removed its cap using his other hand.
âHow much are we looking at, then?â
âOne billion; is that enough?â
The man burst into laughter.
One billion; how is the child going to come up with that sum?
When he was six, although he came from old money, he did not even have thousands of millions in his name, let alone one billion. Where could the child get that one billion?
He was not looking down on the boy and was just being realistic.
Besides, did he need that one billion?
âOne billion in dollars; is that not enough?â
The two âmenâ, separated by the phone, were in direct confrontation. It was a tense moment.
âNot enough.â
âTen billion, then; is that enough?â Yun Tianyou wore a confident smile on his face as he twirled the pen with his fingers. He acted like a businessman â one who knew he would get what he wanted.
The sonâs confident manner and astronomical offer were an eye-opener for the father.
âHow about this; letâs have a fair competition.â Spontaneously getting up and walking toward the floor-to-ceiling window, the man stood there and said this.
The clear windowpane reflected his slender frame.
The smile on Yun Tianyouâs face stiffened. âFair competition?â
âNo money can match the value of this woman to me. Sheâs priceless in your heart and in mine as well.â
âHe he! Youâve overestimated yourself.â The boy sniggered. âMr. Mu, between you and me, who do you think mommy will choose? You will lose this bet.â
âOh? That may not be true. Letâs wait and see.â
The boyâs expression shifted uncontrollably. He made a fist and tightly clenched the pen in his palm. Where did that manâs courage to provoke him come from?
No one can replace my place in mommyâs heart. Is that man going to challenge me?
Frustrated, he cut the call and exhaustedly slumped on the leather seat. Despite his audacity on the phone earlier, he was not all that confident in his heart.