Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Luo Weibing’s abrupt approach to Joy had shocked him. He wrapped his arms around Zhao Youlin’s neck and called out timidly, “Uncle Luo…”
“Uncle?” Luo Weibing widened his eyes. He stared at Joy in dismay and said, “Boy, look at me. I’m handsome, young and energetic. Which part of me looks like an uncle?”
Before Luo Weibing finished speaking, Joy got spooked. Like a groundhog, he turned his head and buried himself in Zhao Youlin’s neck.
Zhao Youlin had already developed a fierce sense of possessiveness for her son. When she saw her son being so frightened, her face instantly turned dark. She lifted her leg and kicked at Luo Weibing.
Fortunately, Luo Weibing reacted fast by moving to one side. Otherwise, if he were to be struck by Zhao Youlin’s high heel, he would have suffered excruciating pain.
It was a narrow escape. Before Luo Weibing returned to his senses, Zhao Youlin, as fierce as before, continued to give him a piece of her mind, “Young?! Are you younger than me now?! He’s my son. He addresses me as Mommy, and you want him to address you as Brother? Are you out of your mind? Also, if I ever see you being mean to my son again, I’ll beat you up until your mother can’t recognize you!”
Luo Weibing shivered. He wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead and hurriedly offered his apology. He said flatteringly, “So so so sorry… It’s my fault. Don’t be scared, babe. I’m just joking.”
Joy widened his big eyes and raised his head from Zhao Youlin’s shoulder. He looked at Luo Weibing. He was behaving very differently from himself a moment ago. Joy tilted his head in confusion.
He thought for a moment and made up his mind that the man was not just an uncle, but was also a weirdo. Therefore, he should stay far away from him whenever Mommy was absent. Okay, that should be it!
Luo Weibing was totally unaware that he had been labeled as a weirdo. He decided that in the future, he would build a good rapport with this child since he was so overly-pampered by Zhao Youlin. As long as he coaxed the child to make him happy, having him would be like having a death exemption plate. Hahaha!
The old butler had already noticed them talking at the entrance and welcomed them. When the old butler saw the male stranger next to Zhao Youlin, he was stunned. Upon recovering, he greeted her respectfully, “Madam.”
Zhao Youlin carried Joy and turned her head to give a glance at the old butler. She said, “I’ve handed over the divorce agreement to Mu Tingfeng just now. I’m no longer the madam of the Mu family.”
The old butler fell silent. He did not know what to say.
Zhao Youlin also did not care about it much. She lowered her voice, and said, “I packed my luggage yesterday. Please ask someone to bring it down from upstairs for me.”
Upon hearing this, the old butler was dumbstruck once again, he asked in a low voice, “Ma… Ms. Zhao and the young master are going to leave now? Aren’t you staying for your lunch first…?”
Before the old butler finished his words, Zhao Youlin interrupted him, “I’m no longer a part of this family. If we continue to stay for lunch, the host might think that we have ulterior motives and it would be most rude.”
The old butler was startled. He clearly knew who Zhao Youlin was referring to for suspecting them to be ill-intentioned.
With that, he was even more convinced that the madam he had been despising was determined to cut off the ties from the Mu family from now on.
In the future, he wondered if he would still be seeing the young master of the third generation again…
