Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ning Ning was the best gift Anya had ever received in her life.
Like that scar on her heart, Cheng Anya would not allow anyone to even touch a hair of him. However, she had hurt Ning Ning the deepest.
She clearly remembered that when Ning Ning asked her that question, his eyes were filled with a little bit of resentment.
Ning Ning was a gifted child whose IQ was much higher than that of normal children. At the age of three, he was much more sensitive than other children.
Being misled by other children, Ning Ning grew up with the misunderstanding that it was his mother’s fault he had no father. Ning Ning’s complaints were inevitable.
Cheng Anya then told Ning Ning that his father was dead, and fabricated the hammiest love story possible—that she was in love with Ning Ning’s father, and how the latter was killed in an accident, so she took up the burden of raising Ning Ning alone.
Ning Ning never asked about his father since then.
Cheng Anya had been working hard to bring up Ning Ning all these years. From juggling between studies and working to earn her own keep to study and pay for Ning Ning’s expenses.
England was a place rife with cruelty and greed. Living expenditures were high in London, and she had less than four hours of rest on average in a year.
As Ning Ning grew up, he knew and empathized with the hardships Cheng Anya faced. As Ning Ning aged, his IQ increased and his character became stronger with each day.
The topic of single-parent children could no longer hurt him, and both mother and son naturally neglected the man who was absent from their lives.
As she suddenly mentioned a topic they had not mentioned for years (Ning Ning’s father), Cheng Anya felt awkward. She had spun the lie too early. She should have told Ning Ning that his father was somewhere far away.
At least, Ning Ning’s father could return to his life.
Anya was unsure if it was even possible to revisit the notion of Ning Ning’s father still being alive.
Cheng Anya did not want Third Young Master Ye to know of Ning Ning’s existence, yet she did not want to lie to Ning Ning.
Damn it, what a dilemma!
“Ning Ning, have you seen someone rise from the dead?”
“Yes, I have,” Ning Ning calmly responded.
As Cheng Anya listened on quietly, Ning Ning added, “On television.”
Sicko Ye Chen, let’s address this when you meet my son. I do not want to be caught in such a dilemma anymore.
“It’s okay. Let’s leave it there, baby. The next time you see that female classmate who is interested in you, tell her that you like to eat chocolate.” Cheng Anya tore the beautiful wrapper and threw the chocolate into her mouth.
Yummy!
How righteous it was of the child to honor the parent!
“Yes, I know, Mommy. What else do you like to eat? Let’s go for something a little more challenging and put to practice what you told me.” Ning Ning shook his head and smiled.
Ning Ning liked his mom. She was money-driven, scheming, but occasionally dumb.
“Durians.”
Ning Ning’s eyes twitched. “Mommy… Have you ever seen anyone who confesses to boys with a durian?”
“That is to let you practice what I told you! Remember what Deng Xiaoping said? The only way to test truth is to put it into practice.”
“Understood!” Ning Ning calmly accepted Anya’s challenge and turned to kiss her face. He smiled and said, “Mommy, you are actually not that stupid.”
After saying that, Ning Ning was assured that Anya was his mother and he would not judge her despite looking at her sideways.
