Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
She was an adult; she was not a child. She should have been able to control her emotions. Her mood lightened.
Mo Boyuan handed her a warm towel to wipe her face.
“Thank you.”
However, a certain someone replied, “My wife, before we met, you never thanked me, and there was never any need for you to thank me in the first place. Everything I’ve done has always been of my own free will, so
there’s no need for you to thank me.”
“Enough! We’re already together, and you’re still spouting these flowery words!”
He was being serious! Why did it seem as if his wife thought him frivolous?
Ahem.
“Have you learnt anything from that letter?”
Jiang Tingxu stopped wiping her face, a frown creasing her brow. She shook her head,
“Nothing.”
Mo Boyuan was not disappointed. The mastermind would not have spent decades plotting if it were so easy to obtain clues.
“There’s no rush. We still have time.”
Jiang Tingxu was not an imbecile. She merely had not considered it from her husband’s angle.
“Okay, let’s take it slow.”
So many years had passed. There was no need to rush.
They did not even know the identity of the mastermind. Without this critical piece of information, it was pointless considering anything else. Rushing would get them nowhere. Otherwise, they could very well lose the
whole game if they were not careful.
Such a tragic end was not an outcome Jiang Tingxu could accept!
“Rest for a while. I’ll take you out to play tonight.”
Play?
“| heard that there’s going to be a temple fair tonight. We can go and have a look.”
Jiang Tingxu was a little tempted. A temple fair often meant plenty of food and interesting games. There might even be a performance or two to watch. Unfortunately, her son was not with them.
Ningning felt like his tutor was a complete nag. When his lesson for the day ended, Ningning could not help but heave a sigh of relief.
Once his tutor left, he collapsed on the ground like a ton of bricks. Fortunately, the floor was carpeted, so he did not need to worry about catching a cold.
Uncle Mu brought over a small dessert at this time.
“Little Master, I’ve brought your favourite thousand layered strawberry cheesecake.”
“It’s coming…? It’s coming!”
Upon hearing Uncle Mu’s words, the young boy revived from his state of incapacitation.
It smelled delectable! The red strawberries looked like they were waving at him. “Come and eat me, come and eat me, I’m delicious!” they seemed to say.
In the next moment, the young boy shovelled a large mouthful of cake into his mouth and savoured the sweet confection contentedly.
He was in heaven!
The piece of cake was not very big. The kitchen specially prepared it for Ninging to eat. Though it was small, it had an exquisite taste.
The young boy finished his cake in a few bites, training his pleading gaze on the helpless form of Uncle Mu.
“I’m sorry, Little Master. That was all the kitchen made. If you want more, you’ll have to wait till tomorrow.”
Children should not eat too many sugary foods.
“Awoo!”
The young boy burst into tears.
Uncle Mu laughed. It was much livelier with a child at home.
“Little Master, would you like to go out and play for a while?”
“No, it’s too hot outside. It’s not fun. Uncle Mu, I want to watch television.”
Since classes had ended for the day, he could watch television.
Uncle Mu was considerate enough to turn on the television for the young boy. Ningning, an expert connoisseur of television programs, skillfully changed the channel with the remote control.
Just as Uncle Mu was about to leave to do some work, the young boy lounging on the sofa suddenly sat up.
“Uncle Mu, where has Dad taken Mom? Did he abduct her?” He asked.
.. Abduct her?
Uncle Mu felt his mouth twitch in embarrassment. What on earth was the Young Master thinking?
“Ahem! The Young Master and Madam went to Jin City!”
No abductions had taken place.
“Then why didn’t they take Ningning with them? Do they dislike Ningning?”
Uncle Mu shook his head quickly.
“Little Master, please don’t think like that. Your father, the Young Master, and your mother love you deeply.”
Ningning was their only child. If they did not love him, who else would they love?.
