I'm 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. "Who cleans the house usually?"
"The place is too big, so I've engaged a cleaning lady."
"What about those days before you moved into the bungalow? You were renting a unit, right?"
"Eh. Youyou and I took turns cleaning that place up according to our roster." Suddenly, she felt guilty as she acknowledged. "Oftentimes, it's Youyou who kept everything uncluttered."
"…" Mu Yazhe's eyes glinted dangerously. "Did you turn my son into a coolie?"
"What's that look for?!" she protested unhappily. "What do you mean by me turning my baby into a coolie? Your look suggests that I'm abusing my kid."
"Isn't it so?"
He walked into the room and sat on the bed before listing out her charges one by one. "Have 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-old—"
A six-year-old who's worth billions.
She did not know about this, and he almost let it slip through his tongue.
"Mister Mu, my Youyou is already seven years old after having his birthday recently." She reminded him.
"What's the difference?"
"… He has matured some more by being older by a year now, no?"
"He's overly sensible," the man rebutted. "At least, I haven't seen such a mature boy like him before."
She pondered on it for a few seconds before she nodded guiltily in agreement.
He is… too mature, indeed.
He asked suspiciously, "How do you educate the child?"
This boy was just too rare.
When he first tasted his son's cooking, he was unable to believe that a seven-year-old could possess such culinary skills – 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?
"I don't do any special inculcation; I just let him develop naturally." She was composed in her answer.
What kind of natural development is this?
"Can a boy develop into a genius naturally?" He was full of disbelief.
"What do you think? I've never enrolled him in any enrichment classes. He usually stays at home to play computer games, read magazines, and practice on his assessment books!" she retorted defensively.
He glared at her obliquely.
That is so, indeed.
Under the pretext of playing computer games, was he actually attacking someone else's 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?!
"Besides, my son is inherently a sweet little man-god who loves and understands me. Isn't it a blessing to have a prodigious son without the need for me to teach?" She gloatingly put out her hands.
Well, she had, long ago, told him that she had a faithful and obedient child.