Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“But it’s so lonely to sleep alone… Besides, I’m scared to sleep on my own in such a huge bedroom. The house seems so creepy and scary that a ghost might pop out any time…”
The lad had once watched a domestic horror film which featured an aged mansion; the memory of it gave him the creeps.
Unfortunately for him, the man’s expression only turned cooler as he parted his lips to issue a warning. “There’s a limit to my patience, you brat—”
Before he could finish speaking, the boy grabbed his hands and smilingly pulled him to the sofa, where he was pushed to take a seat. In his confusion, the boy fawningly went behind him and started kneading his shoulders with his small hands.
“You must be tired, uncle; I’ll give you a shoulder massage!”
This brat is quite the bootlicker.
“Are you trying to sweeten me up?” He cocked a brow as he glanced sideways.
Pity that I won’t fall for it!
“No, I just think that you must be exhausted after a hard day’s work, so I wanna massage your shoulders to help you relax.”
His lips twitched hard at that.
The boy poured lots of effort into massaging the man’s shoulders, doing his best despite his puny strength. Before long, he had worked up a sweat and his back was drenched.
The mafioso did not bother to stop him, though, and simply listened to his rambling as he did his thing. “Your house is really big, uncle.”
When the man did not respond, he continued yakking. “The bedrooms here are as big as our entire house. Even the bathtub is so spacious that we can rear plenty of goldfish inside!”
“So?”
“It’s not good to stay in too big of a house,” reasoned the boy with justification. “One won’t feel secure staying in such a huge house. Plus, it feels like an eerie, haunted house.”
Noticing the indifference on the adult’s face, the boy, like a loyal dog wagging its tail, waddled his way to the front and supported his head in his arms on the man’s lap while looking irresistibly innocent. “Darkness and ghosts are the two things I’m most afraid of. If mommy were around, she’d sleep with me no matter how later she came home from work, so can you sleep with me tonight, uncle? I’ll read you bedtime stories and coax you to sleep.”
There. He had finally revealed his motive.
It turned out that the five-year-old was scheming enough to know how to go about pleasing someone just to get what he wanted.
Alas, Gu Jinglian retorted with a smirk, “I’m not a scaredy-cat like you.”
“That’s fine. You must be lonely sleeping alone, too. I can accompany you and read interesting stories to you. What do you want to hear? I know all the stories out there!”
I don’t have the habit of listening to bedtime stories!
He, thus, coldly barked, “Just go back to your room!”
His callousness ultimately frightened the child, who stiffened in shock. The latter felt utterly aggrieved at the notion of sleeping alone in the dark and huge yet eerie room.
The boy pouted his small lips as his handsome and adorable face crumpled into a frown as if he was on the verge of crying.
Before the man could do anything, he heard a wail. The little lad had closed his eyes and burst into tears with fat droplets of them rolling down his cheeks.