This was the first time Wei Jing realized he could actually get dizzy from books!
500 Knitting Patterns, 600 New Needle Knitting Patterns, Crochet Basics, Knitting Tutorials and Patterns for Children, Hand-Knit Sweater Patterns and Stitches, the stack of books was so thick it nearly reached his height!
He swallowed hard and looked up at the great master. “…All for me?”
This felt like a death sentence!
The great master smiled warmly. “Yes, darling. Take your time. You’ll definitely finish them within six months.”
Wei Jing wanted to cry but had no tears. Finish them? What a joke! Get lost! Take these as far away as possible!
As if oblivious to his resistance, the great master continued gently, “Oh, right. I also got knitting needles and crochet hooks. I wasn’t sure which sizes you’d need, so I bought them all. They fill an entire box. Do you want me to bring them out for you?”
An entire box?! Wei Jing nearly choked to death on the spot.
This was absolutely a death sentence!
If he had known, he wouldn’t have claimed he needed to do confinement, let alone for half a year. He had basically dug his own grave.
This was the end.
“N-no, that’s fine. Ah, my head is so dizzy… I think I need to rest…” He clutched his head weakly, barely breathing. “Take these books away… I get dizzy just looking at them!”
“Dizzy?” The great master’s expression shifted as he stepped forward. “That’s serious, darling. Lie down quickly. Let me check you over.”
Check him again?
Wei Jing immediately shook his head. “N-no, it’s nothing serious. I’ll be fine after lying down for a bit.”
“Oh?” The great master still looked concerned. “Then how about I lie down with you for a while?”
“No!” Wei Jing blurted out without thinking, then immediately realized his mistake. He looked up cautiously at the great master and sure enough—
The great master’s expression had changed.
His gaze was cold and piercing, like an enraged dragon. His voice was low and carried a dangerous edge. “What did you just say?”
Wei Jing immediately backed down: “I didn’t say anything.”
He muttered weakly, then wisely scooted inward to make room for the great master, silently comforting himself: We’re both tops anyway, just lying in the same bed for a bit, what’s there to be afraid of?
If the great master dared to do anything to him, he’d just turn the tables!
Uh, but the power imbalance meant he probably couldn’t win.
How tragic.
In the end, the great master never got into bed, because… the little dragon cub had wet the bed.
Just as the two were at a stalemate, the sound of trickling came from under the covers. Wei Jing lifted the blanket and saw the little dragon cub sitting in the middle of the “map” he had just created, looking up at him with a blank expression.
After drinking so much formula, he had finally peed.
Wei Jing quietly sighed in relief. Wetting the bed was good, at least it proved the little dragon cub’s excretory system was normal!
“Ah, ah.”
A small fireball landed on the “map.” While the urine stain dried up, the bedsheet also burned a big hole.
Obviously, Little Treasure’s attempt to destroy the “evidence” in broad daylight had failed.
Wei Jing remembered that the great master had a cleanliness obsession.
Ten minutes later, the troublesome father and son were kicked out of the master bedroom.
The little dragon cub, still unaware of what mischief he had caused, held onto the formula can and let out an “Ah” at Wei Jing.
Wei Jing happily patted his little head. “Cub, hungry again? Don’t worry—Daddy will go make you a bottle!”
Inside the master bedroom, the old butler worked with astonishing efficiency, replacing the sheets, mattress cover, duvet, and pillows with fresh ones. Then he stood by, waiting quietly.
He thought it wouldn’t be long before the master ordered that Tu Shihua, who had clearly changed on the inside, and that dragon cub of unknown origin to be thrown out.
After all, the great master was never one to have sympathy to spare.
“If a pet in the house misbehaves, what should be done?”
“This…” The old butler couldn’t quite gauge the great master’s intentions for a moment.
“Give them a beating?” The great master asked and answered himself.
The old butler remained silent, thinking to himself: If a beating would work, Mr. Tu would have been beaten to death by you long ago.
“Oh well, it can’t be helped. I’m just too kind-hearted.” The great master said lightly, then pulled out an adult edition from the stack of knitting tutorials and diagrams. He cheerfully selected some yarn and knitting needles, put them in a knitting bag, and walked out with a smile.
The old butler: “…”
The cushions on the living room sofa had just been replaced, light blue, fuzzy, and incredibly soft to the touch. Wei Jing sat cross-legged on the sofa, unable to stop stroking the cushion, looking completely absorbed in the sensation.
The little dragon cub, holding a large bottle, sat obediently beside him, gulping down milk.
The two of them, human and cub, seemed to exist in peaceful harmony, the atmosphere warm and serene.
That was until the great master arrived carrying a massive knitting bag. His tailored, high-quality suit accentuated his enviable physique, his steps steady and powerful, his presence commanding. It was such a perfect picture, if only it weren’t ruined by that gray knitting bag.
Wei Jing couldn’t help but feel frustrated, tempted to snatch the bag away.
Perhaps the heavens heard his silent plea, because the next moment, the great master placed the knitting bag in front of him and said, still in that gentle tone: “Honey, you forgot your things.”
“!”
Wei Jing froze. Could this bag contain Tu Shihua’s belongings? Had the great master finally run out of patience and decided to kick him out?
┭┮﹏┭┮ Wide, tear-streaked noodles of sorrow, what was he supposed to do?
He was so weak; if he went out, Tu Shihua’s enemies would surely kill him!
His mind went blank, and he didn’t even catch what the great master said next. He only managed to register the last sentence.
“I hope you can successfully finish this before your postpartum confinement ends.”
Huh?
Huh!
Finish it successfully?
Wei Jing blinked blankly. Under the great master’s warm, smiling gaze, he opened the knitting bag, and his eyes lit up with greed. Wow, so fuzzy!
Unable to resist, he reached out and touched it. The texture was smooth and soft, absolutely amazing! Even better than the cushion he had been so enamored with moments ago.
Huh, why was there a book underneath?
He picked it up curiously and looked at the title: Knitting Tutorials and Patterns—Adult Edition.
What the hell?
Why was there such an annoying book hidden inside this pile of creamy-white fuzz?
“You don’t need to make anything too complicated. I prefer simpler styles,” the great master added.
Wei Jing looked up, bewildered. “Huh?”
The great master gazed at him kindly. “If this bag of yarn isn’t enough, there’s more in the bedroom.”
Wei Jing stammered, “Knit a sweater? Me? For you?”
The great master reached out and gently ruffled his hair, giving him an affirmative answer. “Honey, go for it. The book says knitting a sweater for the one you love is the best way to express your feelings.”
Wei Jing: “…” Ha. Haha. Which book? He was going to go find the author immediately and take care of them for talking such nonsense!
He hadn’t even managed to finish a sweater for the little dragon cub yet, and now he had another SSS-level problem on his hands. And judging by the amount of yarn in this bag, was the great master expecting him to knit a sweater for his original form?!
He silently recalled the data he had originally set: body length 14.5 meters, height 6 meters, weight 14.5 tons.
Suddenly, he felt a strong urge to run away from home.