Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Youyou, who smilingly reached his motherâs side, sharply spotted some lipstick smudge at the corner of her lips. His brows creased slightly as he cast a suspicious look on a certain deflated man, only to see some red smudges on his lips as well.
Being the meticulous boy that he was and sensing the awkward atmosphere, he easily understood what had happened. âHere I was wondering of your whereabouts! Turns out you two were kissing over here behind our backs!â He was fuming.
His mother flushed deeply. âW-We didnâtââ
âNo? Donât try to lie to me! Iâm not as gullible as that fool of my brother!â rebutted the boy in all confidence and seriousness.
His father, meanwhile, could not help but wish to thump him in the head.
This party pooper is always disrupting our private time!
Canât he be more tactful?
Seeing the manâs forehead veins bulge, the lad knew that the former must be currently feeling quite resentful toward him for ruining his fun. Nevertheless, he ignored him and coyly tugged at his motherâs hand. âMommy, mommy! Shall we go release fireworks?â
âWhy do you want to release fireworks when the Lunar New Year is already over?â
âMommy isnât romantic at all! Todayâs a special day where Iâm in a jolly mood, so I wanna celebrate by releasing fireworks.â
Mu Yichen approached them at this point, chiming in, âOn top of that, itâs White Day today.â
âWhite day?â
âYeah!â He cast his father a look of disdain and said rather disappointingly, âSomeoneâs a blockhead here, too! He doesnât even know about White Day! He deserves a failing grade!â
â...â
The woman snickered behind her hands, especially when she heard her younger son quip, âStill, on account of daddyâs earlier impressive performance, Iâll let things slide this one time.â
His older kid nodded and seconded his brotherâs sentiment. âSame here!â
âMommy, letâs go release fireworks.â
As she carried the little one in her arms, she pacified. âOkay, okay. What sort of fireworks do you want to release?â
âThe ones that shoot up the sky and explode like flowers.â
âI think we have some leftovers in the storeroom. We didnât use them all on New Yearâs Eve,â mumbled the woman as she carried her younger son to the storeroom.
The older of the twins went over to his fatherâs side and lifted the two sparklers in his hand. His small, tender face appeared especially handsome and adorable amid the bright sparks. âDaddy, are you gonna join us?â
âHow childish.â
âWoo...â
The man proceeded to pinch his sonâs cheek and snorted in feigned displeasure. âI still remember that a certain traitor wanted to change his surname to âYunâ!â
âOw...â The boy frowned in pain and hastily scrambled to explain. âItâs just a joke, alright? Iâm in the same camp as daddy!â
âIs that the truth?â
âYes!â He nodded his head solemnly. âIf I were to change my surname to âYunâ, then daddy would be the only one with the surname âMuâ; wouldnât that turn you into a pitiful loner?â
His remark earned him a glare from a certain pitiful loner.
This brat really has the knack for saying things that make people infuriated yet amused.
The sparkler in his hand suddenly fizzled out. He tossed it to the ground, then looked up at his father with a warm, radiant smile. âStill, you wonât mind whose surname I take on, right?â
Mu Yazhe was surprised by the question.
To be honest, he really did not care about that; he would not mind it even if his eldest son took on his wifeâs surname.