Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Hmph.
Iâm not going to share my quilt with this irritating fellow!
He deserves to catch a cold for not covering himself.
Following his thoughts, the boy flipped his body to the other side and continue with his nap.
His brother next to him suddenly stirred and turned his body away. This woke him up again just when he was about to drift into sleep.
He turned his head and saw his brother facing him. His arms were wrapped across his shoulders, apparently starting to feel cold in his dreamland.
The younger sibling showed visible struggle on his face. Sipping his lips and furrowing his brows deeply, he eventually slowly tugged the quilt corner...
...
Yun Shishi started organizing their luggage that afternoon.
As the man leaned on the door, an idea struck him. âWho cleans the house usually?â
âThe place is too big, so Iâve engaged a cleaning lady.â
âWhat about those days before you moved into the bungalow? You were renting a unit, right?â
âEh. Youyou and I took turns cleaning that place up according to our roster.â Suddenly, she felt guilty as she acknowledged. âOftentimes, itâs Youyou who kept everything uncluttered.â
â...â Mu Yazheâs eyes glinted dangerously. âDid you turn my son into a coolie?â
âWhatâs that look for?!â she protested unhappily. âWhat do you mean by me turning my baby into a coolie? Your look suggests that Iâm abusing my kid.â
âIsnât it so?â
He walked into the room and sat on the bed before listing out her charges one by one. âHave you seen a six-year-old with Michelin star culinary skills? Have you seen a six-year-old cleaning a room by himself? Have you seen a six-year-oldââ
A six-year-old whoâs worth billions.
She did not know about this, and he almost let it slip through his tongue.
âMister Mu, my Youyou is already seven years old after having his birthday recently.â She reminded him.
âWhatâs the difference?â
â... He has matured some more by being older by a year now, no?â
âHeâs overly sensible,â the man rebutted. âAt least, I havenât seen such a mature boy like him before.â
She pondered on it for a few seconds before she nodded guiltily in agreement.
He is... too mature, indeed.
He asked suspiciously, âHow do you educate the child?â
This boy was just too rare.
When he first tasted his sonâs cooking, he was unable to believe that a seven-year-old could possess such culinary skills â at least, not until she confirmed it as a fact.
Every piece of meat was light, tender, and fried to the right crisp.
Every vegetable segment was cut uniformly with its roots symmetrical.
How did this woman educate the child at home?
âI donât do any special inculcation; I just let him develop naturally.â She was composed in her answer.
What kind of natural development is this?
âCan a boy develop into a genius naturally?â He was full of disbelief.
âWhat do you think? Iâve never enrolled him in any enrichment classes. He usually stays at home to play computer games, read magazines, and practice on his assessment books!â she retorted defensively.
He glared at her obliquely.
That is so, indeed.
Under the pretext of playing computer games, was he actually attacking someone elseâs security program?
When he was reading magazines, might he be studying the financial status of other companies?
While working on his homework... could he be formulating the algorithms for various complex math equations, instead?!
âBesides, my son is inherently a sweet little man-god who loves and understands me. Isnât it a blessing to have a prodigious son without the need for me to teach?â She gloatingly put out her hands.
Well, she had, long ago, told him that she had a faithful and obedient child.