Mu Qing had given birth to a son, and it was unclear whether she thought she could rise in status through her child or was simply overjoyed at having firmly established her position in the Lu Family. Surprisingly, she somehow found out that Mu Wantang was living in the Manor and specifically sent an invitation to the child’s full-month celebration.
When Mu Wantang opened the envelope and saw the exquisite invitation, she froze for a moment. As she unfolded it and looked at the elegantly printed words, she couldn’t help but find it amusing. Did the Xi Family think everyone was a fool? With Bo Shiyue’s capabilities, such a discreet Manor hidden halfway up the mountain was not something ordinary people could know about. Moreover, the Lu Family was merely a second-tier family in the Imperial City. How would they dare invite someone of Bo Shiyue’s stature to their banquet? Naturally, Mu Qing wouldn’t know she was here either.
“Xi Ning, are you determined to dig your own grave?” Mu Wantang held the invitation for a moment before casually tossing it aside, paying it no further mind. Instead, she got up and hurried toward the kitchen. “Ooh~ Is my Mango Crepe ready?”
The maid quickly responded, “Just a little longer, Miss.”
Although the Mango Crepe wasn’t ready yet, many other small desserts were prepared. Because Mu Wantang loved sweets, Bo Shiyue, concerned about hygiene and high sugar content in store-bought treats, had the Manor’s chef make them for her. Young girls tend to adore things that look cute and adorable, often taking photos before eating.
Mu Wantang held a soft, irresistibly cute Snow Sweetie in her hand, its white exterior tinged with pink, making it utterly delightful. Not forgetting to snap a selfie with her phone, she sent it to Bo Shiyue. 【Uncle~ Am I cuter, or is Snow Sweetie cuter~】
The girl’s question didn’t seem like a trap but rather an easy win. Sitting in his office, Bo Shiyue chuckled softly, pressed the voice message button, and said, “Our Tangtang is the cutest, so adorable it makes me want to take a bite!” His voice was deep and mellow, shedding its usual cool elegance for a composed, gentle warmth in front of the girl. Unintentionally laced with his unique masculine charm, it was subtly captivating, making one unable to resist falling for it.
Upon seeing Bo Shiyue’s voice message, Mu Wantang clicked play without hesitation. The sound echoed in the kitchen, and the maids exchanged meaningful glances, raising their eyebrows and smiling knowingly. This made the young girl blush with embarrassment, and she quickly ran out, still holding the Snow Sweetie.
Biting into the Snow Sweetie, she ended up with strawberry jam all over her mouth as she typed back, 【I’m not tasty, not tasty at all!】
Bo Shiyue knew the girl was throwing another tantrum. Raising a precious little sweet wife wasn’t easy—she was young with a big temper, prone to crying and fussing at the slightest disagreement.
Bo Shiyue: 【Well, then I must be the tasty one!】
That little cutie was quite picky with food, her “little mouth” knew how to enjoy good eats.
Ah!
Mu Wantang stared at his message, stunned. What on earth was he talking about? She wasn’t going to reply to him anymore, the big meanie!
After waiting a while with no response from the girl, Bo Shiyue simply pursed his lips into a light smile, unable to hide the secret delight in his eyes. If she had replied to such teasing, it would have meant she didn’t understand his implication. There was still more training to do!
After lunch, Mu Wantang sat on the sofa playing games—the ones the Special Assistant had recommended to her on the flight back from Shanghai.
I had heard Steward Jing mention before that when she was utterly bored, she would chat with the flowers and plants.
Several times, the gardeners in the greenhouse had been quite startled by her antics.
And now.
Since returning these past two days, Mu Wantang had been playing games.
Solo queue—she couldn’t beat anyone.
Curiosity drove her to want to play with others, but her contact list only had Steward Jing, Aunt Wang, Special Assistant, Bo Shiyue, and Grandpa Bo.
Sigh!
She glanced at the TV playing not far away.
Several women were frantically trying to marry into wealthy families.
Mu Wantang hugged a cushion and sat on the sofa, thinking it over again and again. “What’s so good about being a songbird? It’s nothing compared to the birds outside, free and unrestrained!”
She had just muttered this complaint.
The atmosphere in the living room seemed to instantly grow heavy.
Out of nowhere came a light cough—that voice, Bo Shiyue!
Mu Wantang was so startled she leaped up, standing on the sofa clutching the cushion warily. “Uncle~ Are you back?”
Her gaze fixed on the entryway, but after waiting a good while, no one appeared.
She thought she must have imagined it.
“That scared me to death! I can’t let Uncle know I want to run away!”
After saying this, she secretly giggled. Just as she sat back down, the voice sounded again.
“Where do you want to run off to?”
It was definitely Bo Shiyue. That deep, slightly hoarse voice—she’d been hearing it for over three years now. It was like a haunting melody she could never forget!
The young girl, frightened, hid in the corner of the sofa, hugging the cushion and anxiously scanning the surroundings.
Tentatively, she called out, “Uncle?”
Bo Shiyue, who was reviewing documents in his office, watched through his computer screen as the girl curiously inspected various decorative items in the living room.
Clearly, she had discovered the surveillance cameras he installed.
He had installed them before, but the girl was too clever—she always found and destroyed them.
This time, his light cough had given him away again.
Before long, the girl found the camera hidden in the flowerpot and leaned in close.
Seeing her adorable face suddenly magnified several times on the screen, Bo Shiyue wished he could rush home immediately, pin her down, and tease her mercilessly.
The girl slowly reached out her hand, giving the lens an “evil” grin.
Like a little demon just coming into her own, all claws and fangs but with no real threat, she said, “Uncle~ This thing isn’t fun. I’m throwing it away, okay~”
To monitor her movements, Bo Shiyue had installed plenty of these devices.
At his most obsessive and deranged, he hadn’t even spared the bathroom. If she disappeared from the surveillance feed, the Manor staff would immediately mobilize to search for her.
In the first couple of years, when the girl was younger, she often threw tantrums and tried to run away.
She gave him quite a scare every few days. Now, perhaps having learned her lesson from the punishments, she had become much more cautious.
The image on the computer screen shook violently several times.
Then it went black.
She believed in “force makes miracles”—each time, she simply yanked them out and tossed them in the trash.
Having discovered these “toys,” Mu Wantang no longer lounged listlessly on the sofa. She got up and started moving around.
She found several micro-cameras, and with each one she dismantled, she didn’t forget to taunt Bo Shiyue.
“Uncle~ Do you want to sleep on the sofa?”
“Uncle Bo, mwah~”
“How many is this now? Tangtang is so awesome—Uncle should give me a reward~”
“I hope this is the last one, or else Tangtang will cry, you know~”
Just look at that fiery temper.
If even the Mu family couldn’t stand her, one can only imagine how vicious that mother-daughter pair must have been.
That’s why their Tangbao had been so disgusted for over three years that she didn’t even want to come home.
After dismantling all the surveillance cameras, Mu Wantang sent another message to Bo Shiyue.
【Uncle~ Even if you buy Tangtang Yusheng’s little cakes today, Tangtang won’t be happy anymore~】
The angry bear sticker with hands on hips made Bo Shiyue easily imagine what tone and expression the young girl was using to complain about him right now.