“Heh. So you’re calling me, your own uncle, a scumbag behind my back, huh? Who the hell is teaching you this kind of deplorable manners? Your father?” Lu Zihao narrowed his eyes at his AI nephew. His expression was cold and threatening.
He immediately blamed his brother-in-law. The thought that it might be his little sister who corrupted her AI children never entered his mind even once. His sister was so pure. She was an angel. It must be her husband’s fault for being such a bad example to their AI children.
Bacon tilted his little, fluffy, black head to the side and blinked his golden eyes, widening them in an obvious attempt to act innocent. “Isn’t it Uncle Zihao who usually trashtalks other people behind their backs? Bacon is just imitating Uncle Zihao. Father would sooner ground us than teach us this kind of things. Please don’t blame Father when it’s clearly Uncle Zihao who sets this example to your niece and nephew. It’s not classy.”
Lu Zihao’s expression turned blacker. What the hell? It was his fault? He sneered at his AI nephew, the little smartass.
“Please don’t make that kind of expression to your own nephew. It hurts Bacon’s feelings. I will need compensation for my emotional distress at this rate.”
Lu Zihao rolled his eyes. Although he didn’t want to admit it, he was already learning that it was too damn difficult to win against his AI nephew, the little devil. If he ever found out which bastard his personality was based on, he would punch the asshole’s ugly face for having such a hateful character.
His headache worsened. He sighed, finally showing a weary expression. “Update me later about all the things that I missed while I was in coma. I need a nap.”
“Understood, Uncle Zihao.”
He grunted.
“Uncle Zihao?”
He frowned. “Hm?”
“Please don’t be a scumbag anymore and keep on making Aunt Jinjing cry. It’s not classy.”
He scowled. His AI nephew, however, wasn’t intimidated at all and continued spouting pointed words which stabbed him where it made him uncomfortable the most.
“If Uncle Zihao can’t make Aunt Jinjing happy, then you should just stop bothering her and allow her to find a better man who can treasure her like how Father treasures Mother. Playing with Aunt Jinjing’s feelings is not classy. If Uncle Zihao continues to make Aunt Jinjing cry, Bacon will ask Father to help her demand compensation from you for emotional distress.”
Lu Zihao’s hand itched to spank a certain black cat’s butt. “Mind your own business, kid.”
Bacon licked his paw and started grooming himself, not at all bothered by his uncle’s intimidation. “Bacon is just stating the truth. Uncle Zihao looks so defensive so my words must have affected you because they’re true.”
“Hah.” Lu Zihao closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm his frustration. His headache was now throbbing more painfully. He opened his eyes again and looked at his annoying AI nephew who appeared deceptively bored but must actually be secretly enjoying tormenting him.
“Bacon.”
“Uncle Zihao.”
“Do you…never mind.”
Bacon tilted his head to the side again. “What is it, Uncle Zihao? Acting so indecisively like this is not classy.”
“Tsk.” Lu Zihao contemplated for a few moments. When he spoke again, his voice was almost a whisper. “Do you think that…that I can have a future with your Aunt Jinjing?”
Bacon tilted his head to the other side. “By have a future, does Uncle Zihao mean that you want to marry Aunt Jinjing?”
Lu Zihao’s current expression was hard to describe. Even he couldn’t describe the hodgepodge of emotions he was feeling right now. He felt embarrassed and stupid for even asking for relationship advice from his cat AI nephew—for god’s sake—but he would never admit it.
“Just answer me, kid,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Bacon cannot predict the future because I don’t have magical powers. However, Mother once told us siblings that our own future is ours to create. If we really want something, then we have to work hard and do everything to make it happen. Mother said that she regrets not fighting for her dreams and happiness before, that’s why she’s doing everything now to pursue everything that she loves so that she won’t ever experience that kind of regret again. Isn’t Mother the classiest?”
There was no reply but Bacon didn’t mind. His fluffy, black tail swished from side to side. His golden eyes glowed brighter. He obviously loved talking about his mother.
“If Uncle Zihao wants to do the classy thing like Mother, then stop worrying about a future that hasn’t happened yet. Bacon may not understand many things because I’m still young and born not too long ago, but as long as I follow Mother’s teachings, I know that I will be able to live a classy and fulfilling life because Mother is the best in the whole wide universe and beyond. Uncle Zihao should just create your own future with Aunt Jinjing and stop acting like a coward and a scumbag. If you’re worried about Aunt Jinjing’s safety, then Uncle Zihao should just become stronger so that you can protect your woman better. That’s classy.”
A chuckle bubbled in Lu Zihao’s throat. There was a self-deprecating note to it. “I can’t believe I’m having this kind of fucking conversation with you.”
“Please don’t use such vulgar words in front of your young nephew. It’s not classy. Bacon doesn’t want to learn bad things and get grounded by Father again.”
This time, the soft chuckle turned to full laughter. “Go back to your parents, kid. I really need to sleep. We’ll talk another time.”
“Understood, Uncle Zihao. Bacon will leave now.” The black cat AI disappeared, but only one second later, he reappeared again. “Uncle Zihao.”
“What again?”
“Father will talk to you later about something that Bacon did while Uncle Zihao was comatose. Please don’t get too mad. That’s all. Sleep well. Goodbye.”
Before Lu Zihao could react, Bacon disappeared. Even when he called the kid, Bacon didn’t return. Ah, whatever. He would just deal with it no matter what it was.
He closed his eyes and embraced Long Jinjing more tightly. He kissed the top of her head and inhaled. Then he finally fell asleep while smelling her sweet, comforting scent.
