Chapter 665 - The Proud Little Demon Prince
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
"Call me 'daddy' again."
"Daddy—"
"It's too soft."
The little boy clenched his fists and decided to swallow his pride!
"Daddy!"
"Can you be gentler?"
"Daddy…"
This was the scene witnessed by the woman when she entered the study room after preparing noodles.
Youyou, who standing in defeat before the man, looked crestfallen as he called weakly, "Daddy…"
"Daddy…"
The voice went softer than before each time.
The man was apparently enjoying the experience.
…
She was momentarily stunned.
When had this father-son pair been on good terms with each other?
She cleared her throat and gave a dry cough.
The little boy glanced sideways and, seeing her standing at the door, promptly straightened up. With a tender and adorable smile, he greeted, "Mommy!"
She crossed her arms and asked acquiescently, "What are you both… doing?"
The boy blushed at this question.
The man only replied neutrally, "We are communicating to improve our relationship."
Yun Shishi: "…"
Yun Tianyou: "…"
Shameless!
Who wants to communicate with you? You're clearly the only one putting up this whole show. I'm not keen to improve our relationship at all!
Ahhhhhhh!
The boy was feeling utterly humiliated.
He refused to continue this game with his father.
He stamped his feet angrily and looked expressively at his mother with his sorry face, his doleful eyes sparkling with wetness.
He appeared as if he would burst into tears at any time.
His mother, however, was completely dull to the whole situation. Having no clue whatsoever to the sudden change in her son's attitude to his hateful father, she could only think of her baby boy voluntarily calling his father 'daddy' repeatedly; each time was sweeter than before, too.
…
Am I hallucinating?!
Perhaps, there's something more…
She eyed the man suspiciously.
"Did you bully my precious?"
Her eyes shot daggers at him.
He instantly raised his arms in the air as a gesture of innocence, crying foul with a pout. "I'm innocent! I didn't do anything!"
This father-son pair had the same innocent look as both stared piteously at her.
She was clearly taken aback.
Looking at the two of them, each trying to out-compete the other on who was more pathetic, she somehow had a hallucination of them being a pair of rather cute puppies that were their wagging tails!
This description might be hardly apt, but they were… just too alike!
She could not help bursting into a pearly chuckle.
Her son was even more aggrieved by her laughter. His face crumbled as he whined softly, "Mommy…"
"All right. The noodles are ready."
With that, she turned and walked to the dining hall.
The boy looked past his shoulder and glared balefully at his daddy; meanwhile, the man surreptitiously shot him from his lower eye rims a cunning glint.
"Are you satisfied now, Mu Yazhe?"
"How should you address me?" He furrowed his brows unhappily. "Be good and call me 'daddy'."
"I've already done that moments before." The boy felt a need to remind the man not to take an inch for a yard.
His father could not resist bursting into laughter at his forlorn expression.
This little fellow was good in every sense except that he was too proud and always acting petulant.
Just a simple request to address him as 'daddy' was like forcing a gun down his throat.
Is it so difficult?
"You did call me that, but I'd like to remind you that my condition is for you to address me as 'daddy' in this lifetime."
"In this lifetime?!" The little lad's face sank. Clenching his small fists, he snarled bitingly, "Mu Yazhe, don't you think you are too much?"
"How is that so? I'm your daddy and you are my son."
"Even so, you haven't carried out your responsibility." The boy spouted the truth word for word.
