Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  This particular villa was completed using a Chinese-retro garden blueprint. Several pavilions and rocks with flowing water served as its backdrop. It was elegant in a classic way. The old man easily transferred the deed for this parcel of land to Mu Yazhe, which earned him the jealousy of the other members of their clan.

  Mu Sheng’s love for his grandson was evident in this instance. Still, it was undeniable that the villa was originally meant for Mu Yazhe’s mother, Jiang Yishan. Since she was gone, it was only natural for him to pour his love on his grandson, instead.

  Mu Yazhe carried Yun Shishi straight to the bathroom to clean up once they entered the bedroom.

  He, who was born with a silver spoon, had never taken care of anyone before. Hence, his movements were inevitably clumsy, and he unintentionally hurt her from time to time.

  The eventful day had thoroughly worn her down, so her eyelids did not even flinch when she felt pain and, instead, simply opened wide, too tired to voice out a complaint.

  While he was cleaning her, he realized that she was thinner than he had previously reckoned.

  Perhaps, because she had been through the lactation phase, she was plump in the right places, but he could still easily hold her wrists with one hand. Her distinct clavicle was white like jade bone and her pair of arms was pitifully thin like lotus root, as if he could break them with a little application of force.

  This was not mentioning her tapered waist. It was just too thin. Women should be slightly voluptuous.

  It seemed that he needed to invest in some nourishing tonics for her.

  He, of course, did not know of the hardships she had endured in the past six years.

  When she was studying, she was breastfeeding Youyou. To supplement the family income, she had to work several jobs at the same time. On top of doing all these, since she was still living with Yun Yecheng back then, Li Qin made her do the household chores, too.

  She managed to finish her studies when Youyou was a little older, but because of her son, she was ostracized.

  No man was there in the household to stand up for the mother-son pair, so they suffered much discrimination.

  He turned on the showerhead to wash off the shower foam on her body. Thereafter, he covered her with a bathrobe and brought her to the bed.

  He was startled by a ringing sound from the couch.

  He walked over to have a look; it was her hand phone. When he picked up the phone, he saw a cute profile picture of Youyou flashing on the screen.

  A tender voice came through the line when the call was connected.

  “Mommy…… My lovely mommy, when are you coming home?! The house is dark and cold now; Youyou is scared. Mommy, come home quickly…… Youyou baked your favorite sponge fingers!”


  The child’s saccharine voice was a stark contrast to his egotistic display toward his father. Before his mother, he was forever a pampered little child.

  He raised his eyebrow in surprise, recalling how he had been splashed with a pail of cold water by the boy the other time. From what he could remember, the child was not this tender and loving.

  ‘Yun Shishi is my mother; Yun Tianyou’s mommy. I’ll protect her for the rest of my life. I won’t allow her to be harmed or wronged in any way, and I’ll definitely not let you hurt her.’


  ‘Who do you think you are? What makes you think you can bully my mother and bring her sadness? If I see you do this again and make her suffer, I won’t let you off easily.’


  He was so hostile back then, but, today, before his mother, he was innocent and childlike – no different from any six-year-olds.