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Chapter: 1167

Chapter 1167: Fooling The Little One (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Gu Qingyao really did not want to hear the childish squabbles of this father and son. She got up and said, "I’ll go and drink my bird’s nest soup."

Gu Qingyao got up and left. The father and son watched her leave, then exchanged glances. Mo Beihan grabbed the boy and pulled him close, then earnestly reprimanded him. "Listen up. That’s my wife, not your wife. You’re not to pester her, do you understand?

"As a man, you can only pester one woman in your life, and that’s your wife. You can’t pester anyone else. Your mother is mine, mine! Don’t try to snatch her away!"

Little One glared at him and said through gritted teeth, "Why should she be yours? She’s my mother. She gave birth to me. I came out from her tummy. How can you be closer to her than me?"

Mo Beihan: "…"

He was just five years old!

Five years old!

But this brat was becoming increasingly better at arguing with him. If he did not teach him properly now, he would be insufferable when he grew up.

"Your mother didn’t give birth to you. You were picked up from a rubbish heap."

Little One: "…"

Little One was stunned for a moment then… Boohoo! He burst into tears!

"Boohoo, ah, ah, ah."


Mo Beihan was shocked!

Before he could respond, the little fellow scrambled up and went looking for his mother as he wailed.

"Mother, Mother, Daddy says I was picked up from a rubbish heap. Wu Wu Wu


When Gu Qingyao saw her son crying so bitterly, she hurriedly picked him up and coaxed him. "All right, all right, don’t cry. Don’t listen to your Daddy’s nonsense. You’re my own son. He’s bluffing you."

The little boy hid in his mother’s arms and looked at his father accusingly.

Gu Qingyao said angrily, "Don’t tell the child such nonsense. He’s still young. What if he takes the things you say to heart? It doesn’t matter if you joke with him when he’s older, but he’s still small. Don’t frighten him."

Mo Beihan looked at him crying so pitifully and could not bear to do anything to him. After all, this was his darling son!

But he must not allow the boy to snatch his wife away!

Mo Beihan thought for a while and remembered what the boy was saying when he first entered the room. His eyes lit up, and he smiled evilly.

He smilingly sat next to Gu Qingyao and looked at his son who was still in her embrace. He smiled very "kindly".

"I remember you said that you want to renovate a room and make it big and beautiful so that Mother can stay with you, right?"

Little One was a child after all. Although he was very smart, at this time, he was no match for his crafty father.

When he heard that, the small boy nodded. "That’s right!"

Mo Beihan smiled, "But your current room is not very big. Renovations can make a room beautiful but can’t change its size. You have to buy a big house.

"Right now, our family stays in my house. Even if you renovate it so that it’s very beautiful, it will still be me who has made it beautiful. If your mother wants to stay with anyone, it will be me.

"If you want a big room and renovate it beautifully so you can stay with your mother, you have to earn the money to buy a big house, then renovate it until it’s very, very beautiful. Then your mother won’t suffer. Do you understand?"

The little boy blinked. He was rather bewildered, but he also felt that his father had a point.

Mo Beihan pushed his point. "Look, if your mother stays with me, she can live in a big house. The rooms are not only big, but they are also very beautiful. She has so many pretty clothes to wear and good food to eat. She even has servants to wait on her. She has such a good life here.. She can’t possibly stay with you and suffer, right?"

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