The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 1289 - 1288: Mom vs. Dad: Parenting (Family Daily Life)
Xiao Lewu’s babyhood.
He was always called the "little fairy baby" by Lu Mian.
The little guy rarely cried or fussed. When hungry, he would go "ah ah" a couple of times; when sleepy, he would rest on his own; upon waking, he’d stare at the toys above his crib, often looking at them for half a day.
At times, he would cry a little, and Lu Mian would hold him in her arms, discussing stock market trends or basic programming theories to distract him.
Each time, Xiao Lewu would stare at Lu Mian with wide eyes, unblinkingly.
Then he’d snuggle into his mom’s embrace more, and wouldn’t cry anymore.
It wasn’t until later that Lu Mian discovered the little guy always cried when Xiao Qimo wasn’t home.
She marveled at how great Director Qi was at taking care of children.
When Director Qi took care of the baby, Xiao Lewu never made a fuss.
When she took care of the baby, the little guy would cry now and then.
Sigh, it’s a headache.
——
When Xiao Lewu was two years old.
During the New Year, the little guy received so many red envelopes that his hands were overwhelmed.
Not only did he receive big red envelopes from the great-grandparents, but also from his godmother Ya Ling, uncle Ye Jinwen, godmother Sui Yuan, uncle Sikong Jian, uncle Yuren, and many others with red envelopes and gifts.
While the adults chatted, he sat quietly on the side, counting the cash in the red envelopes.
One bill after another, bundles of money piling up beside the little guy.
Despite his young age, he had quite a fortune.
Xiao Qimo glanced sideways, seeing his son counting money, and silently walked over to his side.
This brat received so many red envelopes, all from his beloved wife’s social dealings.
He sure knows how to reap the benefits.
Rather than giving it to his son, maybe he should use it to appease his wife.
He snorted lightly, stretched out his hand, "Children can’t possess vast amounts of wealth, hand the money to dad, and dad will save it for you."
Xiao Lewu first noted the number 128, then looked up, startled at his father taking advantage, barely able to believe he was even swindling a child’s money.
Xiao Qimo frowned, "It’s not like I’m not giving it to you, I’ll return it once you grow up."
"No, I want to save it myself." Xiao Lewu shook his head firmly.
After being tricked by his dad so many times, he had learned to be smart.
His tender childlike voice drew the attention of Xiao Huazun.
Xiao Huazun cherished his grandson like his own eyes, rushing over with an arrow-like step, shouting at Xiao Qimo.
"How can you take away the child’s money! When you were little, I never made you hand over your red envelopes!"
Xiao Huazun protected Xiao Lewu, with Qi Zhen and Xiao Jianli also coming over to speak for the child.
Xiao Lewu glanced at his father’s darkened face, sighed like a little adult, saying in his unclear child voice, "Dad, I really envy you."
Xiao Qimo’s temple twitched.
The little guy continued, "I envy you for having such a generous and loving father. I’m different, sigh..."
Xiao Huazun laughed immediately, "Haha, my grandson really knows how to talk!"
Qi Zhen couldn’t be more distressed, "How did my dear grandson end up so unlucky and unfortunate..."
Xiao Qimo: ???
Xiao Qimo pursed his lips, glaring at the two-year-old dumpling, realizing at such a young age he had learned how to pit against people, truly coming to seek revenge!
"You’re too young, even if given money, you wouldn’t know how to spend it! Better to..."
Just as Xiao Qimo was about to please his wife, the little guy interrupted, "Then I’ll give it to mom!"
Xiao Lewu giggled, offering up all the red envelopes to Lu Mian like a treasure.
"For mom." Who wouldn’t know how to please mom, after all?
Xiao Qimo: ...
Xiao Lewu hugged Lu Mian’s leg, obediently and expectantly looking up, "Mom, will you sleep with me tonight?"
Lu Mian didn’t reply, nor did she catch her son’s true request.
She glanced at his assets lightly, touched her chin seriously, and said, "With this money, if invested in the stock market, it can multiply your assets fivefold. Want to learn, I’ll teach you."
Everyone: ?
Xiao Lewu: ???
Mom, I just want you to sleep with me, not to study.
——
When Xiao Lewu was three years old.
The little guy ran to his mom with a foreign language edition of "Principles of Economics," bobbing and weaving as he asked questions.
For instance, what does this word mean, what’s the implication of this sentence?
Lu Mian flipped through a few pages, speechless as she tossed the book aside, "Why is your dad showing you such a book?"
She then held the child’s shoulders earnestly and explained, "You’re only three years old, not the age to learn these things yet. Come on, Mom will take you to play."
What child doesn’t love to play?
Especially under his dad’s oppression, his rare moments alone with mom made Xiao Lewu nod happily, almost moved to tears.
His mom loved him the most!
Excitedly following his mom out the door, only to——
The training field in Chixia Sect.
Lu Mian pointed at a row of M Country spies just caught by sect disciples and said to him, "Son, now is the time for growth, learning some body-strengthening moves is better than reading."
The spies trembled with fear.
Xiao Lewu was dumbfounded.
To set the right worldview for her son, Lu Mian explained further, "Rest assured, they are all bad guys, Mom never bullies innocent people."
The spies, teary-eyed, accepted all of Lu Mian’s moves.
Bleeding, fractured—all very tragic, forcing the spies to surrender and confess leniently.
Lu Mian lifted the little guy with one hand to sit on a post, asking, "Did you learn those moves?"
Xiao Lewu, who was afraid of being beaten, looked weak, pitiful, and helpless.
Mom, I think you’re the biggest villain...
Other families have motherly love like water, but in his house, how come motherly love is like soil erosion?
At night.
Xiao Lewu was called alone to the study by Xiao Qimo.
"Why haven’t you read this book?" The man’s long fingers tapped a few times on the "Principles of Economics" book as he asked gently.
His tone and attitude were not severe, but Xiao Lewu had known since childhood that his father’s love for him was like the oxygen on the Himalayas, very thin.
"Mom said I’m still too young to read this." The little guy’s words were not yet clear, but he was secretly trying to resist.
Xiao Qimo glanced at his son, understanding everything.
He wasn’t angry, elegantly flipping a few pages of the book, puzzled: "Is that so? When I was three, I was already following your great-grandfather to the company to audit."
Though at that time, it was because his parents found him unnecessary, and his grandfather had no choice but to keep him close, bringing him everywhere.
"Moreover," the man chuckled indifferently, "men who always say ’my mom says’, are called mama’s boys in society."
Don’t think he couldn’t see this kid secretly reporting.
Xiao Lewu suddenly raised his head, shocked and indignant, clenching his little fists.
"I understand now." Holding the book, he turned around and walked away heavily.
"Wait," Xiao Qimo called out.
The child, after all, was a child, still thinking his father had found conscience and wanted to keep him, but unexpectedly—
Xiao Qimo casually stuffed a whole set of finance books from the shelf into his arms, "You can do it, Dad believes in you!"
Xiao Lewu embraced the heavy books, feeling the weight of the world.
Indeed, fatherly love is like a mountain... landslide.
He returned to his room, and passing Lu Mian’s bedroom, the little guy looked longingly and resolutely at his mother.
"Mom, when I become strong, I’ll definitely rob you back!"
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When Xiao Lewu was four years old.
He spent the summer vacation at his grandma’s house.
Yun Sang unwrapped an ice pop for him, and took one herself, sitting on the stairs in front of the house, eating ice pops and chatting.
"Big nephew, don’t always keep a stern face, smile a bit!"
Yun Sang stared at her small-adult-like nephew, slurped an ice pop, and raised her hand to rub the little guy’s head.
This kid looked like his dad when he was young, and as he grew older, he resembled his mom more. Yun Sang liked him more and more, giving all the love missing in Lu Mian’s childhood to Xiao Lewu.
Xiao Lewu blandly turned his head away, "Uncle, I’m not a three-year-old child anymore."
"Haha, indeed, you’re already four." Yun Sang shook her shoulders, laughing so hard her whole body trembled; she wondered if her sister was this serious when she was young.
"What are you worried about, tell your uncle what’s bothering you?"
Xiao Lewu obediently took a small bite of the ice pop and asked sincerely.
"Uncle, can you beat my dad?"
"..."
The ice pop in Yun Sang’s hand instantly became unsweetened, "Cough, cough, which aspect are you referring to?"
"Anything is fine."
Yun Sang thought this kid wasn’t picky, but the crucial issue is...
"In this world, the only one who can beat your dad is your mom!"
Xiao Lewu nodded in a manner that showed it as expected.
Clearly just a four-year-old kid, yet his gestures carried a maturity beyond his age. Plus his refined features, making him absolutely a replica of Xiao Qimo or Lu Mian.
Yun Sang curiously stared at her big nephew, "Did your dad bully you? Tell your uncle, at least your uncle can surpass him in aura!"
"Uh... not really."
Since young, Xiao Lewu was taught that a man who loves tattling is not a real man.
Even though he was only four, he was already a man taking responsibility on his own.
Xiao Lewu eventually sighed, "I just feel like my life is an accident, that didn’t give my parents enough preparation time, arriving in such a rush."
"..."
Yun Sang was stunned, is this something a four-year-old would say?!
What has this big nephew been through?
Until the ice pop melted and the syrup dripped onto his hand, he finally came back to his senses.
The child’s instinct was not wrong, Xiao Lewu was indeed an accident!
Unexpectedly conceived, born surprisingly, the fact that Xiao Qimo acknowledged Xiao Lewu as his son was completely due to consideration for Mianmian.
Nonetheless, even if Yun Sang was a straightforward man, he would not say these words to a child.
The man swallowed the remaining ice pop, smiling as he pulled out his phone.
"Big nephew, don’t think too much, kids should just play happily. Here, uncle is giving you a full childhood experience."
He opened up the most popular game currently and pulled Xiao Lewu over.
"This game was developed by your uncle Lu Xi, let’s see if you like it?"
Xiao Lewu glanced at it lightly, then took the phone and logged into his own account.
Yun Sang looked over: Max level???
Damn, he was outsmarted by him!
Xiao Lewu wasn’t in the mood to discuss these trivial matters with his uncle anymore, he stood up and dusted off the dirt on his backside, walking away.
"By the way, uncle." The little guy took a few steps, then turned back earnestly, saying blandly, "You’re not young anymore, better find a partner soon."
In the family, everyone was paired up except for uncle being single. Without a partner, uncle could only come to find him.
But he’s also very busy, needing to learn cultural studies, programming, stock trading, boxing...
Yun Sang was shocked at his big nephew.
He got rushed into marriage by a four-year-old?!
