Chapter 542 - It’s Been A While, Brother Ah Ze (3)
The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
That day, Songsong cried for so long and startled so many people that even Sheng Yizeâs nanny went out to comfort her.
When she came back, she told him in an amused tone, âThat little girl next door is so funny. She looked so adorable when she picked up that dirty pigâs foot and asked us if she could still eat it! Young Master Ze, do you like little girls like that...?â
She went rambling on like this, but got no reply at all. She then went to make lunch as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
For she knew perfectly well that Sheng Yize was autistic at the moment. He wouldnât speak to anyone.
Little did she know that Sheng Yize had heard every word she said. At the thought of that meatball crying with her smeared face, Sheng Yize felt like he was getting a germ phobia.
He went back to his room to take a nap after lunch.
He was actually a child who was very easy to take care of. Other than speaking to no one, he was perfect in every other respect. He didnât make trouble, rose and slept at a regular time, had clear logic, and was exceptionally bright. The illness almost felt like a punishment, given his remarkable talent.
He was lying in bed with his eyes closed when Auntie Mo knocked on the door, entered his room, and put a box of chocolates on his bedside table.
âYoung Master Ze, Iâll put the chocolates here. Please donât eat too much, or youâll get a toothache.â
She left after that. Sheng Yize frowned. He wouldnât touch stuff that only dummies liked to eat!
The sun shone warmly outside and the fresh air characteristic of a small town filled the room. Satisfied, he narrowed his eyes. Then he heard a shuffling noise outside his window.
Who was it?
He was bemused.
A moment later, a round little head popped up and a pair of big eyes stared at him unblinkingly.
He looked back and both of them were speechless.
âEr Fu, higher!â she grumbled. A boyâs voice came from below. âSongsong, youâre too heavy! Ouch...â
She grabbed the windowsill, drooling over Sheng Yizeâs handsome face.
Teehee!
This big brother was so good-looking!
Sheng Yize glared at her impatiently, which made Songsong shudder. She then hesitantly handed him a gardenia. âFlower, for you...â
He looked away indifferently and his attitude couldnât have been more apparent: I donât want it.
Crestfallen, Songsongâs shiny black eyes dimmed. She was about to leave when she spotted the box of chocolates on the table.
The chocolates lay in an exquisite big box and were wrapped individually in golden paper. They looked scrumptious...
Glutton Song drooled again. She flailed her short arms and yearned to have a taste.
Er Fu had reached his limit and yelled, âSongsong, are you done? Iâm leaving!â
âHuh?â
Er Fu let go of her. Songsong had been standing on his shoulders, and with him gone, she was going to fall down.
A pair of cool hands caught her in time.
Songsong opened her eyes wide. The pretty face that looked almost unreal was right in front of her. They were so close that she could count his eyelashes...
Sheng Yize darted a look below. The window wasnât high up, but the meatball would probably be injured if she fell down.
He casually pulled her into the room, then... Glutton Song jumped onto his bed and quickly crawled toward his chocolates.
Sheng Yize was speechless. Outside, Er Fu made a face. âFat Songsong, Ugly Songsong! Stay at the weird brotherâs all you want! Iâm leaving~â
Her buddy had ditched her, but Songsong didnât care at all. She held the box of chocolates in her arms and couldnât stop giggling.
âBrother Ah Zhe... Can I eat them?â
With an expressionless face, Sheng Yize snatched them back.
His face was saying in capital letters: NO, YOU CANâT!