Cen Miao stole a glance at the person sitting opposite who still hadn’t spoken and lowered his head, viciously biting the small crispy bone on his chicken wing.
Three…
The worst in the world!!!!
Qin Zelin was silent for a moment. Listening to the crisp crunch of the bone, his temple tightened.
Clearing his throat, he pointed to the cake on the table and spoke softly, “It was given by someone else. I don’t really like to eat it.”
Cen Miao thought: ………… I was wrong too. For the sake of food, maybe I won’t quarrel with him for now!
He immediately lifted his face, speaking in a serious tone, “If you don’t eat it, it’ll be a waste. I’ll help you finish it.”
Qin Zelin watched him, eyes clearly glued to the cake, yet pretending as if he was only eating it to avoid wasting food. Suppressing a smile, he gave a small “hm.”
“Then thank you.”
Cen Miao said with righteous authority, “It’s fine. Wasting food is bad.”
Qin Zelin restrained his smile. “Mm. Don’t just eat meat; eat some vegetables too. Have the cake after your meal.”
Cen Miao looked at the plates of vegetables with disdain. Though he didn’t want to eat them, after touching his belly, he didn’t refuse.
“Got it.”
“How’s the tutor? Is he adapting well? If you don’t like him, we can change.”
“I like him! He’s a good brother!” Cen Miao mumbled through his mouthful of food.
Qin Zelin: “……..” One lesson and he’s already a “good brother”?
The little monster was so easy to fool.
“You have to call him ‘teacher,’” Qin Zelin said sternly.
Cen Miao nodded, obediently correcting himself, “I like teacher brother!”
Qin Zelin: ,,,,,,,
The maid beside them couldn’t hold back any longer. She bit her lower lip tightly, suppressing a laugh, nearly choking on her own saliva.
She really had fallen for this class!
“You still have to be formal. Just ‘teacher’ is more respectful.”
Cen Miao didn’t know why this was more respectful, but since humans said it, it was probably their rule. He would follow it.
“Got it.”
“From now on, don’t call someone older than you ‘brother,’ especially if they just met you and coaxed you to call them that. Those are bad people trying to trick you, understand?”
Cen Miao tilted his head, absorbing another human lesson.
“Okay.”
Qin Zelin nodded in approval. “Good.”
The maid thought: Capitalists really are the best at persuasion.
After dinner, Cen Miao finally got his strawberry cake.
Qin Zelin worried that Cen Miao would eat too much and end up in the hospital again, so he only had Xiao Li cut half of it.
The moment it entered his mouth, his big dark eyes sparkled.
This is too delicious!
Qin Zelin watched Cen Miao eat, a little troubled. At home, someone could watch him, but at school, he had no idea what he ate.
And he had no sense of portion control.
Even if Qin Zelin asked him to report every day, he would probably lie.
After thinking for a while, he picked up his phone and contacted the principal of Beijing University, asking for help checking the contact information and basic profile of the “Cheng Cheng” Cen Miao mentioned all the time.
Several school buildings and labs were donated by Qin Zelin; helping with a small matter like this was naturally no trouble for the principal.
Setting his phone down and looking across, Qin Zelin saw the plate empty as if the cake had never existed.
His eyes moved up to the face with cream around the lips, gazing longingly at the remaining half of the cake in the box.
His mouth twitched slightly: “………..”
“The other half will be for Auntie Wang and Xiao Li, alright? They’re always good to you.”
Cen Miao quickly nodded. Caretaker Dad had said to share; he was a considerate, generous little zombie.
Qin Zelin raised an eyebrow; the little monster… really was obedient.
“Beef jerky will go bad too!” Cen Miao looked at Qin Zelin with sincerity.
Qin Zelin: “……….…” He immediately retracted his earlier assessment of obedientness.
Even the knees could read the subtext: he wanted the beef jerky.
Qin Zelin took a deep breath. “……….You ate a lot tonight. Try one piece; the rest can be for tomorrow. It won’t go bad.”
Though Cen Miao thought it was a little, he accepted it. After all, the human said the rest was for him tomorrow.
Qin Zelin asked Xiao Li to fetch scissors, opened the vacuum bag, and held it toward Cen Miao: “Take one.”
“Oh.”
After waiting for a while and seeing no movement, Qin Zelin looked up, only to see Cen Miao staring with his ‘intelligent’ big eyes, clearly searching for the biggest piece.
“………..”
“Wow!!! So delicious!” Cen Miao’s expression exaggerated in praise.
“Mm, this has a recipe. If you like it, next time Auntie Wang can make it for you.”
Hearing Qin Zelin, Cen Miao suddenly remembered the short video he had seen earlier. He wanted to give emotional value—so that next time, he would get even more delicious food!
Sigoyi cannot be ignored.
Then…
“Hubby! You’re awesome! I really like it!” After mechanically praising him, Cen Miao got up and went to the living room to continue watching the yellow sponge cartoon he hadn’t finished before dinner.
Qin Zelin in the dining room: “……..”
The little monster… just openly said he liked him?
The next evening, near the end of the last lesson, Cheng Cheng was suddenly called out by the homeroom teacher.
Seeing the leaders who normally only appeared for big school events gathered around, his heart skipped a beat.
Was something big happening?
A few days ago, during a restaurant promotion, he had tried to grab an extra discount using his mother’s phone—had he been found out?
A few minutes later, Cheng Cheng followed a bodyguard dressed in black out of the school, going to meet the “big shot” whom the principal had warned him to be careful around.
Outside the school, the bodyguard gestured to a Bentley on the roadside. “Hello, my boss is in the car over there; he’ll be here shortly.”
“Okay, okay,” Cheng Cheng’s mouth moved faster than his brain. Then he looked at the car: “!!!”
A Bentley!!!
So mysterious…
And this guy treats me so well…
Could he… be a child left behind from a wealthy family?
The real Young Master?
Did he come to show off after discovering that he was the real Young Master?
By the car, the bodyguard opened the door. “Please, sir.”
“Oh, thank you.”
Cheng Cheng bent down and got into the car, eyes lifting to the person next to him: “!?!”
No real Young Master in the car! Only the big boss he had seen in photos before.
“……….”
He wasn’t a child abandoned by a wealthy family, but his good friend seemed to have married into one…
So the false alarm before, reporting him… now he had time to deal with him?
“Big boss… I mean… Tyrant Boss…”
Qin Zelin: “……….”
Help! Who could tell him how to address his friend’s husband?!
“Spare me! Tyrant Boss!” Cheng Cheng cried, raising his hands.
Qin Zelin felt a lump in his throat: ………..?