Mu Wantang was so frightened by his words that she immediately stopped crying.
Snuggled in his embrace, her small hands tightly clutching his clothes, her little nose still trembling with involuntary sniffles. Even as she trembled with fear, she dared not resist.
Bo Shiyue contentedly reached out to rub her small head, then moved downward to pat her back. He adored Tangbao’s sensible nature—how she knew when to yield, that fierce-yet-submissive demeanor that made him utterly captivated.
Slowly retracting the bloodthirsty glint in his eyes, he seemed to transform back into that considerate, gentle uncle.
The Special Assistant who witnessed everything had long been terrified to the point of weak knees. He kept lifting his water glass to drink, masking his inner unease.
Indeed. He knew it! Mr. Bo was still the same Mr. Bo.
The commotion attracted curious glances from many nearby.
Their ordered meals were quickly served by the waitstaff. Bo Shiyue held the little girl in his arms, patiently coaxing her. Mu Wantang’s most reassuring trait was that no matter how angry she got, she would never refuse food. Her appetite was substantial—she couldn’t bear to miss even a bite.
During previous arguments with Bo Shiyue, she had hidden herself, making the servants anxiously search the entire Manor. In the end, hunger always drove her to emerge on her own.
Though her little nose still quivered occasionally, it didn’t hinder Mu Wantang from devouring her meal with gusto. Every dish here was themed around the amusement park’s mascots, each plate so exquisitely crafted it seemed a shame to eat. Most girls’ first instinct would be to take photos for social media, but Mu Wantang simply dug in without hesitation.
Bo Shiyue felt somewhat relieved that the food arrived promptly—once the little girl was full and satisfied, her unhappiness would fade. He worried that if he couldn’t calm her down quickly earlier, his gloomy, obsessive tendencies might surface uncontrollably.
After the meal, Mu Wantang indeed resumed her carefree playfulness. She bustled about all afternoon, pestering Bo Shiyue to take photos, riding on his shoulders to watch the parade, recklessly shopping and swiping cards without restraint. The Special Assistant couldn’t help suspecting she was seizing the opportunity for revenge!
In the presidential suite, Mu Wantang sat before the large floor-to-ceiling window, a table beside her laden with assorted fruits. Bo Shiyue peeled and carved them into various cartoon character shapes, arranging them artfully on the plate. Mu Wantang nibbled happily until her little feet swung with joy. The dazzling fireworks display, illuminating half the sky, made the little girl so excited she practically pressed against the glass. Her eyes sparkled as she stomped gleefully on the spot, repeatedly gesturing for Bo Shiyue to quickly capture the moment.
After dinner, Mu Wantang went to bed early. Bo Shiyue picked up the storybook placed in the room and began reading to her. Mu Wantang insisted on hearing the French version, trying to challenge him deliberately. Bo Shiyue’s voice was gentle, clear yet slightly hoarse and deep—he made the simple storybook sound like a treasured ancient text. The little girl fell into deep slumber in his embrace, and only then did Bo Shiyue slowly close the book. He kissed her forehead. “Goodnight, my little princess.”
*
Mu Qing, whether from anger or other reasons, went into premature labor. There was heavy bleeding, but she safely delivered the child. When the news arrived, Mu Wantang was idly swinging on the Manor’s garden swing. Steward Jing hurried over to inform her after receiving the call from the Special Assistant.
But Mu Wantang was in low spirits and couldn’t be bothered with Mu Qing!
She’d be better off dead!
Swinging forcefully a couple of times, her long hair fluttering in the wind, Mu Wantang asked excitedly.
“Uncle Jing, when will Uncle be back?”
Steward Jing had known Miss Mu would ask, so while speaking with the Special Assistant earlier, he’d specifically inquired.
“President Bo said he won’t work overtime tonight and will definitely return home on time!”
Hearing this, Mu Wantang’s eyes instantly lit up.
Excitedly hopping off the swing, she skipped cheerfully toward the villa.
She dashed into the kitchen and began ordering dishes, all of Bo Shiyue’s favorites.
Ever since returning to the Bo residence a couple of days ago, she’d noticed he seemed somewhat gloomy, as if hiding many worries.
How remarkable—Miss Mu was actually keeping President Bo’s matters in mind.
Steward Jing quickly took out his phone and secretly recorded a short video.
The little foodie Mu Wantang rattled off the dishes smoothly, all in one breath, every one Bo Shiyue’s favorites.
When the video was sent over, Bo Shiyue was in a meeting.
His phone on the conference table buzzed twice. In the past, everyone would have wondered who dared disturb President Bo during work.
But since learning that President Bo had kept a Songbird in a golden house—one both sweet and fierce—they didn’t need to think twice.
The only one whose message could chime during a meeting had to be her!
Bo Shiyue picked up his phone as if no one else was there and opened the video.
Watching the little girl command the servants like a general, urgently preparing meals, she was increasingly taking on the air of the lady of the house.
He couldn’t help but curl his thin lips, the chill in his eyes gradually receding.
His smile was radiant, as if bathed in spring breeze.
Opening the chat box with Mu Wantang, he pressed the voice message button, his tone carrying a hint of suppressed flirtation, a smile he couldn’t hold back at the corners of his mouth.
“Remember to have the kitchen make some of your favorites too. The little princess must eat happily.”
Everyone in the meeting room felt grateful to the Songbird for saving them!
After all, just before President Bo’s phone buzzed, he had been furious!
It seemed like a storm of rage was about to erupt, with blood likely to be spilled any moment, yet it was dissolved just like that.
Who had ever seen President Bo so gentle at the company?
Mu Wantang sent a voice message back too.
“Mhmm, they’re all Tangtang’s favorites. Uncle must eat happily too~”
“Uncle, since you’re not working overtime today, can you buy me a little cake from Yusheng’s?”
Listening to the girl’s soft, sweet voice coming through the speaker bit by bit.
Bo Shiyue’s lips couldn’t help but curl up a little more.
He spun the phone in his hand several times, his pale, slender fingers stark against the black device.
A moment later, as he was about to type a reply.
Perhaps because Mu Wantang waited a bit without getting a response.
She quickly sent another voice message.
“I promise, tonight I’ll only eat one tiny, little cake.”
“Okay?~ Mr. Bo, Uncle Bo.”Then, deliberately pitching her voice, she began to coquettishly act cute, ‘Uncle~ Oppa~ Hubby~’ The moment the last voice message played.”
Bo Shiyue immediately turned off his phone screen, the sound cutting off abruptly at “Oppa~”.
His cold, stern gaze slowly swept across the room, everyone shrinking in fear, not daring to breathe loudly.
Bo Shiyue stood up abruptly, grabbing the documents in front of him.
His voice icy as the winds atop the North Pole, “Meeting adjourned!”
His tall and imposing figure exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure as he walked out of the conference room, sparking a frenzy in the company group chat.
【Spread the word—President Bo lost his temper again during the meeting today. Everyone, be careful!】
Little did they know.
The moment Bo Shiyue entered his office and closed the door, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curl upward.
After listening to the voice message, he pressed the voice button and replied, “Mm, be good, Tang Bao~”