Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shen Qianshu shut her mouth. Her eyes darted towards the second floor. Under such circumstances, she would never bring the devil back home. Tong Hua should be home.
“Master, why did you come?”
“If I didn’t, how would I have been able to watch such a good show?” Ye Ling said rudely. “How many boyfriends have you exactly had these years?”
Shen Qianshu felt so awkward that she wanted to dig a hole in the ground and hide in it. There were not many. She was only serious with five of them. Those that she went on a date with, well, there were many of those. Ye Ling’s gaze was cold, but Shen Qianshu did not let it get to her. Towards Lin Xuan, she was confident and able to retaliate righteously. Yet, when she met Ye Ling, she was subconsciously more vulnerable.
Strictly speaking, the emotional pain that Ye Ling had caused her to experience was far deeper than the one Lin Xuan did.
But why did she feel guilty?
A few years ago, Master’s temper was not so terrible. He only raged when he was unwell; otherwise, he would just seem expressionless all the time. Psychologically speaking, dual personalities in a person are independent of one another and will almost never go away. Humans are different too; they are constantly fighting against one another, thinking that they are the main one. They want to get rid of one another, and they make each other their greatest enemy. Ye Ling’s case was very extraordinary; have they both affected one another?
“Are you mute?”
“Just one!” Shen Qianshu stuck up one finger and said cowardly.
“Liar. I’ve already met two.”
“I dated this guy before we met,” Shen Qianshu said.
Ye Ling could make out the full story in his brain. Shen Qianshu lifted her head up hurriedly. Was he here for a little princess again?
Ye Ling stared at her coldly. “When exactly are you going to promise to give me a little princess?”
His tone sounded as if he was asking “when are you going to buy me an egg from the supermarket?”
Shen Qianshu was about to break down.
“Master, I-I can no longer give birth.” Pain could be seen from the expression in Shen Qianshu’s eyes.
Ye Ling’s face darkened. “Liar!”
“It’s true.” Shen Qianshu stared at him. “Back then, when I gave birth to little brother, it was very risky. After giving birth to him, I lost a lot of blood. My body has been badly damaged, and the doctor said the chances of me getting pregnant again was incredibly small.”
“Not a problem!” Ye Ling raged. After three seconds he continued. “Just an incredibly small chance. Not that you can’t give birth anymore. If it really doesn’t work, I’ll dig out another woman’s uterus and put it in you.”
Shen Qianshu was speechless.
Uhh…
What the heck?
Wasn’t the usual storyline supposed to go like ‘okay, since you can’t give birth to a little princess, I’m sorry for the disruption, bye.’
Master, why can’t you do it the usual way?
“I’m hungry.”
I get it, you want to eat.
Bye, I’m not sending you off. Have a safe journey.
Shen Qianshu bowed and sent him off. “Then, I shall not cause you any disturbance. Bye.”
She turned around and left, but Ye Ling grabbed her by the arm and said, “Is there something wrong with your intelligence? I want you to make me a meal.”
She was speechless.
Who is the one with a problem with their intelligence?
“My son’s home.”
“Trouble!” Ye Ling complained and dragged Shen Qianshu into the car.
A navy blue Bugatti race car sped into the neighborhood, and Shen Qianshu’s eyes widened. This was when she realized. “I need to go home to cook for my son!”
“Is he disabled? Let him do it himself.”
Shocked, Shen Qianshu stared at the hand on the steering wheel. The hand was fully normal. The only things missing were the words in her dark eyes that said “do you have a face?”
Are you disabled?
Master, you are doubting a child who isn’t even seven yet on not knowing how to cook. Is your conscience clear?
Ye Ling stared at Shen Qianshu and could feel the insulting expression in her eyes. “Shut your ugly eyes or I’ll gouge them out.”
Shen Qianshu was speechless.
What a tyrant!
