Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The word âYouyouâ popped up on the screen once more.
He did not hang up but chose to answer the call this time.
Once the phone connected, a soft and tender voice came through it. âMom... Mommy, where are you? Youyou canât find you, mommy...â
The person on the other end seemed to have just woken up, as the voice sounded dopey and childlike.
Mommy? Mu Yazhe was shocked. This woman actually has a child?
Was she already married with kids?
It was unlikely, though. If she were married, she would not visit sleazy places like this at night, would she? She would also not let herself be booked for a night of fun by a mobster for 200,000 yuan.
Ridiculous!
âMommy? Mommy, are you there?â The silence made the kid scared, and his voice hinted to it.
âMommy, are you there? Please answer Youyou.â
He grimaced. Glancing at the woman soundly asleep in the bed, he replied coolly, âYour mommy is with me.â
His deep and frigid voice sounded mature and regal, yet it still terrified Youyou.
The little fellow questioned in a guarded voice, âWho are you?! Are you a bad guy?!â
An alert mind was the childâs special trait.
Mu Yazhe prodded his chin and pondered on. âI am...â
He did not know how to answer the childâs question.
He could not explain his relation to her.
Was he her employer? He was that six years ago, but he was no longer that in the present.
He wondered, half in jest, if he was her master now.
âWhy is mommy at your place?â the little fellow asked anxiously.
âYour mommy is busy with something.â He gave a cursory excuse as he did not want to waste his time with the child.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âReally? Did I disturb mommy at work?â the child asked tentatively. Amazingly, the little fellow actually believed this crappy lie.
He subconsciously associated âsomethingâ with âworkâ.
What a guileless child.
âNo!â He softened his tone. When talking with this child, he was somehow not his usual chilly self.
âMommy works so hard! Uncle, please donât let her take the night shift, yes? Youyou feels worried when I canât find mommy at night...â The childâs budding and pure voice faintly reminded him of his son, Mu Yichen.
He sounded just like him when he was teased.
It sounded like heaven.
Did the child inherit her beautiful voice? She hummed like a little kitten when peevish.
Night shift? Youyou uttering the words ânight shiftâ somehow irked him.
Last night was no coincidence, then. She really frequented this sort of sleazy places like a busy butterfly. She was just like one of those distasteful women who surrounded themselves with rich men.
What a prodigal woman, indeed.
She looked pure and innocent on the outside, yet she was vulgar on the inside.
He did not have the heart to dismiss the boyâs call, however, so he merely told him, âAlright, I understand. I wonât let your mommy work at night.â
âReally? Do you call the shots in the company, uncle?â
âYes!â
Youyou suddenly let out a giggle. âOh, that must mean that uncle is the boss! My mommy has always been diligent, so can you give her a pay raise and a bonus at the end of the year? How about an encouragement prize on International Womenâs Day for Motherâs Day? Can you also give her some rewards...? You need to be generous as the boss. That way, your employees will work harder for you, okay?!â
What an impish little fellow!