Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Cheng Anya crashed as soon as she reached her apartment. Her child was not home yet and she frowned.
Shouldn’t Ning Ning be cooking at this time?
She was used to the aroma of food whenever she arrived home.
As her worry flashed by, Cheng Anya played possum on the sofa. She knew that her son was smart enough to see through her act.
She had a peace of mind and lay down, waiting for her son to return to cook for her.
She had yet to know what Ning Ning was going to cook today and was already twitchy. She got turned upside down by Third Young Master Ye in the afternoon and had to arrange his schedule. All these took their toll on her and she was so tired that she did not want to move a finger.
Anya unconsciously remembered the moment Third Young Master Ye stood in front of the window. He stood erect, yet lonely, as if the whole world had discarded him.
The Third Young Master Ye whom Anya knew was a cold, elegant, scheming, and mentally depressing person… Surely he couldn’t be associated with sadness?
What was up with him?
Something clicked in Anya’s mind and she suddenly sat up on the sofa. “Cheng Anya, have you been verbally abused by him to the point of enjoying it?”
Surely, it would be better to think about her darling child than Third Young Master Ye, no?
As Cheng Anya thought about Ning Ning’s and Third Young Master Ye’s faces, she calmed down.
“Mommy, you are not suffering from Stockholm syndrome. It’s your child who has Stockholm syndrome.” Ning Ning’s young voice drifted into her ears. Bringing two bags of vegetables and meat into the house, Ning Ning closed the door and looked at Anya in a despising way.
“Ning Ning, you are finally back! Mommy is starving to death!” Cheng Anya shamelessly complained to her son that he did not feed her in time.
Ning Ning put down his bag and threw it to her. Smiling, Ning Ning said, “Mommy, you should eat something first. I will start cooking immediately. ”
Ning Ning was a genius who rarely paid attention in class. His bag had always been light. However, his bag was much heavier today. Cheng Anya curiously opened Ning Ning’s bag and packets of snacks fell out.
Chocolates, puffs, candies, apples, cherries… and bread?
There were a lot of things stuffed in his bag. Cheng Anya’s first reaction went, “Ning Ning, you should pass some of the money you earn to Mommy out of respect instead of squandering them on things.”