Atlas Studios

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  Youyou could sense that his mother was especially emotional and worriedly asked, “Mommy, what’s the matter?”


  “It’s nothing! Don’t worry, Youyou. Mommy will protect you. No one can take you away from me!”


  He was momentarily stunned and looked intrigued, but he quickly recovered himself and gave her a reassuring smile.

  “What do you mean, mommy? Of course, Youyou will always be your precious!”


  She was so touched and satisfied.

  She gave her son’s little cheeks two eager pecks and said, “Precious, mommy loves you to bits!”


  “Stupid mommy, come in quickly!” As a cold breeze blew from the window, he saw her nose turning red. He gave her an oblique look as he prepared her slippers for her.

  She entered the apartment and threw her backpack on the sofa. She caught sight of the magazine on the coffee table featuring Mu Yazhe’s cold handsome face on its cover and her face turned pale.

  “Youyou, what is that on the table?”


  “It is a magazine I just bought from the bookstore,” he replied. Picking it up from the table, he casually slotted it into his schoolbag.

  She sighed in relief. “Youyou, don’t buy such type of magazines next time. The grown-up world is quite chaotic.”


  He unintentionally gave a derisive laugh.

  He was young but his experience with the adult world was no lesser.

  He knew how filthy and unfair the adults could be.

  He arranged the utensils on the dining table in front of her, scooped a bowl of rice for her, and placed her favorite dishes before her. It was impeccable service at its best!

  Her heart was overwhelmed with contentment and bliss as she enjoyed his undivided attention and careful attendance.

  “Dummy mommy, eat your food quickly!”


  She picked up her bowl and wolfed down the rice in seconds.

  He watched her with a scornful look from his peripheral view. She was so prim and proper when entertaining others, yet she was so unladylike at the moment…… She could really scare others away with the way she ate.

  “Mommy, please be more ladylike. You need to observe proper table manners; eat slowly and with poise.”


  She was not bothered by his scolding. She was home and did not feel the need to retrain herself. “It’s okay. There are only the two of us here,” she replied.

  As a fast learner, he had learned how to cook at the age of four and could whip up delicious meals from any cookbooks.

  At this point in time, he could easily cook French, continental, or Chinese cuisines. His skills were comparable to a star chef.

  She had been pampered by him and his cooking all this while. She even found food prepared by hotel chefs paling in comparison to his.

  This made her worry even more. She could just not live without him!

  From one perspective, she could be considered as a successful mother for raising such a filial and obedient child.

  On another angle, she could be considered a failure as a mother for delegating most of the household chores to her son.

  Youyou did not pick up his bowl. He propped up his chin on his interlaced fingers and stared at his mother with a knowing smile.

  “Mommy, can I ask you a question?”


  She swallowed a mouthful of rice and reflexively answered, “Yes. What question?”


  He smilingly asked, “Who is my daddy—”


  Before he could finish his question, her face turned red and she choked on her rice. He calmly passed her a bowl of heated broth and stroked her back reassuringly as she tried to clear her throat of residual rice.