The Male Lead’s Villainess Stepmother - Chapter 197
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Chapter 197 – The “Poor” Little Male Lead (2)
By now, Yan Shuyu was already happily playing the toy car with the little kiddo at home. Just like she thought, Zhang Yuanbao was very excited when he received the gift from the little male lead and wanted to unwrap it right away. After a series of actions, a very detailed model car that was almost an exact clone of a certain brand of car was placed on top of their very shiny floor. The mother and son duo laid on the floor with the same posture, and they looked so serious that their eyes would glue onto the model car if only they could.
Not only Zhang Yuanjia, even Yan Shuyu didn’t know that a model car could be so detailed and so realistic nowadays. The two unenlightened mother and son had their eyes opened. All of a sudden, they couldn’t think of anything else but focused on playing with the toy car.
After being engrossed with the toy car for about half an hour, Yan Shuyu finally looked at the time, got up, and said, “It’s getting late. I should go wash up. Yuanbao, you should go to bed too. We will play with it again tomorrow.”
Yan Shuyu walked into the bathroom after she had said that.
Zhang Yuanjia had already bathed himself under his mother’s supervision when they got home earlier in the evening, but he had played on the floor all night long. The floor might look clean, but it wasn’t mopped daily. The little kiddo, who enjoyed being clean, couldn’t just go to bed like this. As such, he went and grabbed a clean set of pajamas to change into.
For inexplicable reasons, the little kiddo passed up going to the big bed in the bedroom and squeezed inside the bathroom with Yan Shuyu. She was very focused on removing her makeup earlier, but now that her son had squeezed inside with her, she had no choice but to squeeze further in and was almost standing right up against the mirror.
Zhang Yuanjia had no idea the kind of hardship he had caused his mother. He huffed and puffed as he changed while asking in his milky voice, “Mom, when did Uncle Zhou give you the gift from Xiao Yi?”
Yan Shuyu had told the little kiddo the minute she walked inside of the door that this was a gift that Xiao Yi had asked Uncle Zhou to give to them. When the very attentive little kiddo asked about it, Yan Shuyu didn’t even think about it before she replied, “Just now. When Mommy got off work.”
“Did Uncle Zhou take you home?” The little kiddo was very good at grasping the point.
Yan Shuyu didn’t hide anything from him and the little kiddo said with regret, “How come you didn’t invite Uncle Zhou up then?”
He had already finished changing and placed his dirty set of pajamas inside of the washing machine. Everything was done, but he still stayed in the bathroom to ask this question. That ought to show how obsessed he was with Uncle Zhou.
That being said, Yan Shuyu was no longer as frightened as she was before. Ever since the boss had started courting her, she was less and less worried about the plotline of the book. She had become much bolder since she had been in close contact with the boss, especially after their relationship has been defined. In fact, she was so bold that she had the illusion that even if she was to throw a hissy fit in front of the boss, he still wouldn’t get upset at her.
Money gets in the way of relationships; and relationships get in the way of money. Now that their relationship was official and not undefined like it was before, then there would only be one outcome – an amicable breakup. If the boss has true feelings for her, he probably would not be so crazy as to use her son as the whetstone.
Granted, she didn’t come to this conclusion based on her instinct alone – she had made some observations as well. The boss was a planner with superb abilities. Yan Shuyu had a pretty good idea from how he teased her and how he had resolved the rich woman incident. From her observation, she had learned the boss’s principle of not messing with those who didn’t mess with him.