Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Children sure are fickle-minded. Their mood changes as fast as the weather in June.

Hearing a noise coming from the doorway, Butler Fu looked up to see his old master standing there. He immediately rose to his feet and greeted him with a smile. “Why aren’t you asleep yet, sir?”

Why aren’t I asleep yet?

Isn’t it all because I’m worried that this brat can’t fall asleep out of fear?

Upon sensing his presence, Baby Chu glanced at the doorway, then sullenly wrapped his arms in front of his chest, and turned his face to the side in a fit of pique.

“Hmph!”

He seemed to be mad at the adult and, thus, snorted dismissively at his presence.

He’s angry with me?

The ball of fury that the mafia head had finally suppressed after some effort came springing up!

He’s got some nerve to get mad at me!

The boy asked angrily, “Why are you here?”

“…”

“You got the cheek to look for me!” He fumed. “Are you here to ask for my forgiveness? Hmph! You’re a baddie! I won’t forgive a big baddie like you!”

Gu Jinglian’s face contorted with rage as he glared at the boy furiously. Before he could give his two cents’ worth, though, the boy pulled an ugly face at him. “Go away, you meanie! I don’t wanna see you!”

“…”

One could imagine just how dark and gloomy the man was looking right now.

He even had the impulse to kick the child out of the house.

Hearing that, Butler Fu immediately told the child, “Baby, you can’t say that of your uncle. He’s here to see you because he cares and is worried about you.”

“I don’t want his concern!” said the boy stubbornly. “He’s a baddie! Why would he care about me when he hates me?”

“A good boy like you shouldn’t bear grudges. He must be worried that you can’t fall asleep, so he came to accompany you.”

The butler continued to play mediator between the two, much to his old master’s annoyance.

“Do you have a death wish, old man?”

“Sir…” He then walked over to the young man’s side and whispered to him, “I found the little guy crying badly when I entered the room. It wasn’t easy for me to get him to stop crying by telling jokes. If you shout at him again, he’s bound to cry until morning.”

“…” That did not appease the man, though. “He needs to be punished!”

“Don’t you know how capable a child is at crying? The entire house will be in upheaval if he dissolves into tears again!”

Gu Jinglian glared at the elderly butler murderously. “Are you blaming me now? Is it my fault for making him cry?”

“I wouldn’t dare to! I’m not blaming you in any way, sir!” The butler proceeded to say patiently, “It’s just that there’s no need for you to quibble with a child. Besides, it’s only natural for children to be crybabies. This boy here isn’t only adorable and kind but also sensible and not mischievous at all. He’s quite pitiful, too; he doesn’t have a father despite his young age. We’ll just be taking care of him for two more days. Once there’s news from the police’s side, he’ll be sent home. A wise man like you shouldn’t stoop to his level.”

His expression remained tight.

“Why don’t you try pacifying him?” The butler added. “I can tell that the boy is rather fond of you.”

The mafioso sucked in a deep breath and, with patience from God knew where, took the elderly man’s advice to drop his anger.

Thus, he walked over, sat at the bedside, and coolly looked at the boy.

“It’s my bad, so don’t be angry anymore, okay?”

It was rare to see him exercising such patience, which was unlike his usual self, just to give in to a child.