Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 421 - 434: Both Little Ones Throw a Tantrum

The servant immediately brought Jue over.

Du Shuxian stuffed the red envelope into Jue’s hand, this time showing a genuine smile, and said to the child, "Jue, Grandma has come to see you."

Su Xingyu and everyone else noticed the red envelope she gave Jue. It was quite thick, much thicker than the one given to Han. Su Xingyu had initially guessed that there was money in the envelope with a seventy-to-eighty percent certainty; seeing Jue’s envelope increased that guess to eighty-to-ninety percent. Her heart felt heavier, as the preferential treatment was obvious. Du Shuxian was truly being biased, deliberately making Han look bad?

Although she was sensible, she felt very disgusted by Du Shuxian’s repeated provocations. As she contemplated how to retaliate without alerting the child to the tense atmosphere, she saw Jue fiercely swing his thin little arm and send the red envelope stuffed in his hand flying to the ground.

"Oh dear, this child!" Du Shuxian hadn’t expected Jue to react this way, and she couldn’t contain her surprise.

All the adults’ attention was drawn, but no one blamed Jue, for the child had autism and was different from other children.

A servant quickly bent down to pick up the envelope, then carefully tried to put it back into Jue’s hand.

This time, Jue threw an even bigger tantrum, not only tossing the envelope aside but also screaming "ah ah ah" in a shrill and hysterical voice, his small weak legs kicking messily in the servant’s arms, his little face full of impatience, unhappiness, and great irritation.

"Jue." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Jue."

"Jue."...

Everyone, including the elderly couple, Lu Shifeng, and Su Xingyu, started calling out to the child with concern.

To the old man, Jue was not a perfect heir for the family, but blood is thicker than water, and seeing the child in such distress pained him.

The servant was also frantic, trying clumsily to soothe Jue, only to find that the more they tried, the more agitated Jue became. His small body thrashed violently, and the servant couldn’t hold him. Afraid of dropping him, they put him down on the floor.

Jue stood firmly but continued to throw a tantrum. Du Shuxian wanted to pick him up with maternal instinct, but he brutally pushed her away. The old man also wanted to hold him but was unexpectedly almost bitten by him. Fortunately, Lu Shifeng reacted quickly, blocking the bite which instead drew blood from Lu Shifeng’s hand.

In a flurry of chaos, Du Shuxian anxiously yelled, "Will someone help calm him down!"

Only the elderly lady retained a bit of composure and sighed, "It’s no use, Jue never calms down when throwing a tantrum. Shifeng, go get his favorite drawing..."

Before she finished speaking, a servant had already fetched a particle motion trajectory drawing that Jue had always liked, but this time it seemed to hold no appeal for him. He tore it to shreds with a swipe of his hand.

Old Lady Lu and the other adults felt their hearts sink a bit lower; Jue’s tantrums varied in severity, and this was evidently a particularly severe one.

What was going on?

"That’s it... the red envelope!" a servant attending nearby suddenly blurted out, "The young master seems to especially dislike that red envelope! If we take the red envelope away so he can’t see it, maybe he’ll stop fussing!"

The words brought everyone’s attention swiftly to the servant.

Du Shuxian was furious, "What are you saying! How could Jue not like my red envelope?! It must be something else that scared him, like Su Xingyu and her son!"

Her words were spoken in anger, heedless, but they struck Su Xingyu deeply as she registered another offense on her mental blacklist.

Su Xingyu contemplated ordering someone to remove Du Shuxian’s envelope, thinking maybe Jue was truly upset by it, but then she saw her Han toddle over, picking up the envelope from the ground. He handed it to Jue solemnly and said, "Brother Jue, you shouldn’t throw things around."

"Ah ah!" Jue was still furious, and with a swing, he threw the red envelope again.

The envelope couldn’t withstand such repeated tosses and finally fell apart, spilling hundreds of currency bills in a cascade onto the floor.

It was money indeed.

Su Xingyu glanced at the amount strewn on the ground—it was several tens of thousands, certainly intended not for Jue but to humiliate Han.

Yet Han remained oblivious, staring in surprise at the scattered money, saying, "Wow, Grandma gave you so much money." As he spoke, he extended his chubby little hands to sweep up the hundred-yuan bills from the carpet, holding them up again to Jue with shining eyes, "Brother Jue, you should say thank you to Grandma; Han did."

Jue stopped yelling, quieting down to stare steadily at Han.

Su Xingyu wondered if it was her imagination, but she felt Jue seemed to regard Han as if he were a little fool.

Suddenly, without warning, Jue swept his hand again, scattering the money like petals across the floor.

Han blinked, staring dumbly at Jue and the money on the ground, suddenly bursting into tears with a loud "wah!"

Witnessing the scene unfold before her, Su Xingyu was about to lose her mind. What kind of charade was this? One child’s tantrum was already taxing enough, and another one just had to join in the fuss!

"Wah wah wah wah—" Han cried so loudly it was deafening, tears and snot flowing together, "Brother Jue, you bullied me... wah wah wah wah...!"

The adults present were all stunned; the child’s cries were piercing and resounded with such force that even sparrows outside seemed startled into flight.

While crying, Han clung to Jue’s frail arm, refusing to let go, "Wah wah wah wah...! Why don’t you want the money Grandma gave, she gave it to you and to me too! Isn’t it fine for us to have the same money, Brother Jue? Why don’t you want it, do you not like me anymore... wah—! Boo..."

The child’s cries were incoherent and disjointed.

But the surrounding adults faintly understood that Han was upset because Jue refused to accept the same thing he did.

"Han..." Su Xingyu was overwhelmed. She wanted to tell the child the harsh truth: Jue didn’t hold the same thing as him; in Jue’s envelope, there were tens of thousands, whereas in Han’s? Getting three hundred would be pretty lucky.

Han clung to Jue, crying, relentlessly crying.

The old man, both anxious and upset, ordered the servant, "Hurry and separate the two children?" What would happen if that rotund little fellow hurt his precious grandson?

The servant hurried forward to separate the two young masters. Despite Han’s strength, he was just a child and couldn’t compete with an adult’s strength, and with the servant dragging him away, he couldn’t hold onto Jue, his grip slipping amidst the tugging.