Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He really disliked the two of them!
They were out to snatch his mommy!
Youyou called out softly, âMommy...â
He saw a fleeting figure from his periphery. When he looked up, his father was already sitting beside him, his palm tenderly patting his adorable little crown.
âAngry?â
The boy sulkily ignored him by looking to the other side.
The man pinched his chin and forced him to turn his head in his direction. âDaddy is talking to you now; it is impolite to ignore daddy, you know?!â
The boy sniggered. âHave I ever acknowledged you as my daddy?! I think your head is too big for your hat.â
His indomitable and proud temperament was akin to his motherâs!
âI think you are just shy.â
âIâm definitely not!â
âYouyou...â The man found the boy to be ineffably adorable when he sulked. âCan you cook for daddy in the future? Is that a deal?â
âNot at all! I only cook for mommy, so donât even think about it!â He stuck his tongue out at his father defiantly. âDream on!â
Looking down calmly at the boy, his father deftly caught his little, pinkish tongue with a pair of chopsticks.
Youyou: â...â
This man is a sadist!
Is it interesting to make fun of me in this way?!
âYes, itâs interesting.â The man seemed to know what he was thinking about as he gave this answer neutrally.
âMu Yazhe, are you a sadist?â
âItâs not cute when a child speaks like that.â
â...â
âBesides, if Iâm a sadist, what does that make you?â
If he was a sadist, then as his child, shouldnât that make him a âlittle sadistâ?
Truth be told, sometimes, he did wonder if this son of his had been through a genetic mutation.
If not, then why was he so different from the rest?
The little lad gave him an unexpected reply.
âIâm different from you; Iâm a genius. You are old, crazy, and the worst of all sadists!â
The man asked in return, âShouldnât you thank my genes for making you a genius?â
âThank you? If not for your genes, I might even be more exceptional.â
âShouldnât you thank me, too, for you looking so adorable?â
âMu Yazhe, can you open your eyes wider to have a better look? I inherited my mommyâs good looks! I despise yours!â
âYouâre so smart, and itâs all thanks to me!â
âThen, can you explain why Mu Yichen is so stupid?â
â?â
The older boy was startled to hear his name being called when he was only eating his food quietly at one side. He did not know how he could be shot when he was not doing anything.
His father refuted indignantly, âHeâs not stupid at all!â
âHe was about to use his toes to count when I asked him to add up 1+2+3+4+5+6. Iâm smart because my mommy has taught me well. Iâm unlike Mu Yichen; in fact, Iâm being made stupid by him.â
His older brotherâs little, pinkish face grimaced, clearly greatly hurt by this remark.
...
The father and son started bickering in this way.
Mu Yazhe realized, with some frustration, that although he might consider himself as vicious, he could hardly compare to his younger son in this aspect.
There was a saying: âThe older, the wiserâ. This meant being more capable, as well as more vicious.
Well, in his case, he was going to get buried by this tender boyâs viciousness soon.
Yun Tianyouâs vicious words were the most extreme. He suspected that this little lad already had the gift of malicious gab even before he was born.
The boy could rebut his every word unapologetically.
His son was really invincible!
The motherâs lips twitched for a second before she tried to stop them. âBoth of you, stop fooling around.â
âMommy, you donât want Youyou now, right?â