Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ning Ning separated the fruits, vegetables, and meat. He washed the electric rice cooker’s pot and cooked the rice, then came out of the kitchen. He smiled elegantly, blinked his eyes, and seriously said, “Who said I found this money on the ground? It was given to me by my female classmate.”
“What did you do for people to give you so many things?”
Sighs. Son, why did you learn from your father, of all people? Being promiscuous is properly toxic. Please don’t tell me promiscuity can be inherited?
Does that mean flirtatious trait could be instilled into someone since a tender age?
“I do not know as well!” Ning Ning said innocently. “They said I have a charming smile, and that giving things to me means they are pursuing me.”
Was it not too early for children of their age to start expressing their feelings?
“Please do not tell me that your smile is only worth so much. Isn’t it a little too cheap? Cheng Anya tilted her head and thought. Her eyes lit up and she said, “A blank check is way more valuable than a smile. Do you understand? ”
“What if the check bounces?”
“Can’t you figure out people for who they actually are first? ”
Ning Ning turned his head and gave it serious thought. He nodded and said, “Yes, it makes sense. I will do that next time.”
“How obedient!” Cheng Anya touched his head calmly, not even wondering whether she had corrupted her child.
(The author has something to say: the mother-son pair conversed in the most tactful way possible)
“Ning Ning, let Mommy ask you a question. That…” Cheng Anya’s face was a little warm. She approached her son and asked, “Are you not curious about your biological father?”
Ning Ning’s pretty face smiled. “Mommy, didn’t you say that my biological father has passed away? Didn’t you also say that the grass surrounding his grave is taller than me?”
On a mountain mansion a distance away, Third Young Master Ye, who was indifferently having his meal, sneezed.
Cheng Anya, “…”
When Ning Ning started to understand, he once asked why he had no father.
Ning Ning was then three years old and went to preschool in England. There was this child in the same class who was their neighbor. Said student often described Ning Ning as a bastard who had no father.
Once, Ning Ning fought with the child and lost. There was a large bruise on his elbow, and as he ran home crying, he asked Anya, “Why does Ning Ning have no father?”
At that moment, Cheng Anya felt her heart was stabbed by a knife.