Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Children sure are fickle-minded. Their mood changes as fast as the weather in June.
Hearing a noise coming from the doorway, Butler Fu looked up to see his old master standing there. He immediately rose to his feet and greeted him with a smile. âWhy arenât you asleep yet, sir?â
Why arenât I asleep yet?
Isnât it all because Iâm worried that this brat canât fall asleep out of fear?
Upon sensing his presence, Baby Chu glanced at the doorway, then sullenly wrapped his arms in front of his chest, and turned his face to the side in a fit of pique.
âHmph!â
He seemed to be mad at the adult and, thus, snorted dismissively at his presence.
Heâs angry with me?
The ball of fury that the mafia head had finally suppressed after some effort came springing up!
Heâs got some nerve to get mad at me!
The boy asked angrily, âWhy are you here?â
â...â
âYou got the cheek to look for me!â He fumed. âAre you here to ask for my forgiveness? Hmph! Youâre a baddie! I wonât forgive a big baddie like you!â
Gu Jinglianâs face contorted with rage as he glared at the boy furiously. Before he could give his two centsâ worth, though, the boy pulled an ugly face at him. âGo away, you meanie! I donât wanna see you!â
â...â
One could imagine just how dark and gloomy the man was looking right now.
He even had the impulse to kick the child out of the house.
Hearing that, Butler Fu immediately told the child, âBaby, you canât say that of your uncle. Heâs here to see you because he cares and is worried about you.â
âI donât want his concern!â said the boy stubbornly. âHeâs a baddie! Why would he care about me when he hates me?â
âA good boy like you shouldnât bear grudges. He must be worried that you canât fall asleep, so he came to accompany you.â
The butler continued to play mediator between the two, much to his old masterâs annoyance.
âDo you have a death wish, old man?â
âSir...â He then walked over to the young manâs side and whispered to him, âI found the little guy crying badly when I entered the room. It wasnât easy for me to get him to stop crying by telling jokes. If you shout at him again, heâs bound to cry until morning.â
â...â That did not appease the man, though. âHe needs to be punished!â
âDonât you know how capable a child is at crying? The entire house will be in upheaval if he dissolves into tears again!â
Gu Jinglian glared at the elderly butler murderously. âAre you blaming me now? Is it my fault for making him cry?â
âI wouldnât dare to! Iâm not blaming you in any way, sir!â The butler proceeded to say patiently, âItâs just that thereâs no need for you to quibble with a child. Besides, itâs only natural for children to be crybabies. This boy here isnât only adorable and kind but also sensible and not mischievous at all. Heâs quite pitiful, too; he doesnât have a father despite his young age. Weâll just be taking care of him for two more days. Once thereâs news from the policeâs side, heâll be sent home. A wise man like you shouldnât stoop to his level.â
His expression remained tight.
âWhy donât you try pacifying him?â The butler added. âI can tell that the boy is rather fond of you.â
The mafioso sucked in a deep breath and, with patience from God knew where, took the elderly manâs advice to drop his anger.
Thus, he walked over, sat at the bedside, and coolly looked at the boy.
âItâs my bad, so donât be angry anymore, okay?â
It was rare to see him exercising such patience, which was unlike his usual self, just to give in to a child.