Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Seven Star stared at Big Dipper and wanted to say something after a brief silence but ended up unable to utter a word.
A long while later, Seven Star finally responded, “I don’t know how to reply to you after you compared yourself to a rock in a pit of feces.”
“Tch, what did Sis Feng teach us? She told us to always clearly see ourselves and to not be blindly arrogant and to not forget our roots. Old Seven, I’m not lecturing you, but I’ve already recognized myself for who I am while you haven’t. You still have a long road ahead of you. Take care,” Big Dipper said, sounding like an experienced person.
Seven Star: “…”
…
At the same time, inside her bedroom in the mansion, Ye Wanwan was on a video call with Tangtang.
“Baby, did you miss Mommy?”
As Ye Wanwan looked at Tangtang’s adorable little face, she wished nothing more than to dash through the screen to him.
“I miss Mommy.” Tangtang nodded and added, “Daddy also misses you.”
Ye Wanwan: “…”
This little fella looks like he’s getting along with Si Yehan rather well. Ye Wanwan didn’t expect him to know to speak good words on his dad’s behalf.
“Where’s your daddy?” Ye Wanwan asked.
“In the kitchen, making dinner.” Tangtang turned the camera toward the kitchen.
Ye Wanwan saw Si Yehan wearing an apron and intently reading the cookbook he was holding.
“…” Can this be considered cramming at the last minute?
“Are you used to your daddy’s cooking yet?” Ye Wanwan originally wanted to ask if it tasted bad but switched her phrasing in the end.
“Better than before,” Tangtang replied. “It tasted bad before.”
“Then what about Daddy’s cooking now?” Ye Wanwan asked with a smile.
“Edible,” Tangtang answered after a moment of consideration.
“…” Edible does seem slightly better than tasting bad! Nothing’s wrong with that!
“Mommy, there’s a lot of women here.” Tangtang’s next words caught Ye Wanwan off guard.
“Huh?” Ye Wanwan was startled. A lot of women?!?!
“Mn, they’re all Mumu’s subordinates.” Tangtang nodded.
“Mumu’s subordinates?” Ye Wanwan was dumbfounded. “Who’s Mumu?”
“Lin1 Que,” Tangtang replied.
Ye Wanwan: “…” This is my first time seeing someone break apart another person’s surname and calling them like that.
“Mommy, they all want to become familiar with Daddy,” Tangtang continued.
“Oh? What did your daddy do?” Ye Wanwan glared at the clueless Si Yehan, who was still reading his cookbook.
“I drove them all away. They don’t have any opportunities to approach Daddy, so don’t worry, Mommy,” Tangtang replied.
At the sight of Tangtang’s serious appearance, Ye Wanwan couldn’t help the deep smile from spreading across her face. This was indeed her biological son and precious darling.
“Baby, nice job! You’re really Mommy’s considerate sweetheart,” Ye Wanwan happily praised him.
After her video call with Tangtang ended, she casually flipped through some magazines for a while before turning off the lights to sleep.
Several hours later, Ye Wanwan still hadn’t fallen asleep. Her memories from her youth kept surfacing in her mind.
However, those missing and blurry memories caused Ye Wanwan some pain. The more she tried to recall them, the more painful her head got, as though she’d fallen in a blank state.
Finally, in the middle of the night, Ye Wanwan finally turned sleepy but a quiet squeaking noise was heard from downstairs.
The noise wasn’t loud at all. It was extremely quiet as though someone was intentionally controlling the volume, but Ye Wanwan still caught it in this absolutely silent night.
