Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“That’s right; I’m also unaware that I have a father like you.”

Yun Tianyou continued in a heavy tone, “When I first saw you on a magazine, I felt honestly agitated, aggrieved, and regretful.”

He paused and, lifting his face that had a forlornly scornful look, continued, “I was agitated to see my biological father—that the man whom I’m the offspring of is outstanding—but, sadly, where were you in the past six years? I regret to inform you that, despite your excellence, I can’t hand my mommy over to you!”

Mu Yazhe’s brows became knotted in deep agony.

His heart was constricted almost to the point of suffocation with the little lad’s accusation.

It was not without pain. His heart was hurting so badly it was, in fact, like being crushed under a huge rock, and he could barely breathe.

Initially, he was more amazed than surprised with this son of his whose intelligence was above average.

He might be twins with Little Yichen, but he was very unlike his brother. This child was more mature and sturdier, and this maturity was not what a normal six-year-old boy should have.

A child at six would be the most innocent and naïve; many six-year-olds would be enjoying their childhood but not this little boy. He had to bear the burden that no other children his age should carry.

Therefore, it was only natural for him to develop this level of maturity.

Since birth, Little Yichen had received all the care and attention. His father and grandfather’s love revolved endlessly around him.

Although Mu Wanrou was not exactly close to him, she would also follow his wishes in all matters, be they big or small, and despite not being his biological mother, she still carried out the necessary duties of one.

Yun Tianyou did not have the same.

Upon birth, he was not breathing and could only display a faint indication of being alive. He had almost lost his life.

Relying on his survival instinct, he managed to let out a weak sigh, which allowed him to hang on to his dear life. However, since he was born, he was not healthy or active like Little Yichen. Before reaching the age of two, he had endured all kinds of bodily torture and pain.

Subconsciously, he could tell that he was not fit like other children.

He also discovered that he was different from those his age.

Whenever he returned home, he would have to face his grandmother and aunt’s sarcasm and disdain. He had long been accustomed to their unbearable humiliation.

His childhood was without a father and was accompanied by much humiliation and bullying, yet he was never willing to talk about this to his mother.

As such, he had grown to be this mature.

He curled his fists tightly and, without warning, released them. His voice regained its usual aloofness. “I only know my mother since birth; I have no father! There’s none in the past and there won’t be one in the future, too!”

The man asked, “Why?”

The boy bit hard on his lower lip and then spouted each word coolly, “Because I don’t need one!”

There was a long silence after he finished his words.

This lasted until Mu Yazhe opened his mouth again. “I like you a lot.”

Yun Tianyou froze on the spot, his shoulders shuddering.

The man followed his statement with a sincere question. “Don’t you like me?”

It was a tiny attempt to find out what his son was thinking inside.

The boy’s pupils constricted for a moment as he gasped instantly.

‘I like you a lot.’

These five words seemed to carry an irresistible charm, which calmed his fretful heart in a second. A rosy blush rose on his cheeks.

However, he chose to turn away with a snort. “I don’t need you to like me. My mother’s love is sufficient for me!”