Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!-Chapter 4: The Sharp-Tongued Little Guy

Come on, she had a lot of admirers when she was in school too, alright?

It's just that back then, she had to study and take care of the little guy.

She simply didn't have time to think about these things.

No, now is not the time to be bothered about this.

Ye Xinluo snapped back to reality, secretly scolding herself for being stupid.

How could an adult like her still be wrestling with such childish issues?

"Jingxi, do you think Mommy is ugly?" Ye Xinluo looked at the little guy in her arms and spoke softly.

Even though she was thinking it, she still asked.

Ye Xinluo was really curious about how she appeared in this little guy's mind.

"No, in my heart, Mommy is the best."

Jingxi looked at Ye Xinluo, smiling innocently.

"Then why did you say Mommy's looks are just okay and her figure is not that great?"

The tone was tinged with a bit of grievance, sounding so pitiful.

"Mommy, I'm just speaking the truth, okay."

"Mommy, honestly..."

Jingxi glanced at Ye Xinluo, thought for a while, and then spoke up.

"It really isn't that great, too skinny."

Ugh...

So frustrating.

Ye Xinluo looked up helplessly at the sky.

She never would have thought, being so popular during school days,

she'd be seen as worthless by her own son...

Can being skinny be blamed on her?

Is it a crime not being able to gain weight? Is it?

"And Mommy, not only your figure isn't great, but you're also mean, always not letting Jingxi have sweets."

"Not letting me eat them is one thing, but you won't let Shaoyu's daddy buy them for me either,

and Mommy is very fierce, just like a cat with its fur standing on end when she's mad, ugly and hideous."

Jingxi seemed unaware of what he had just said, counting on his fingers, thinking of anything he forgot to mention.

Chatting away to himself, completely unaware of how someone's face had already turned frighteningly dark.

You little rascal.

Really, when given an inch, you take a mile?

True to the saying, three days without discipline leads to rebellion?

Even though Ye Xinluo would never lay a hand on a child.

Only when she's really upset would she lightly smack the little guy's bum a few times.

However, whenever she was hopping mad, this little guy always found a way to stop her from being angry.

So frustrating.

There's this urge to shove the brat back into the womb for a revamp.

Patience, patience, patience.

Ye Xinluo repeatedly told herself, he is just a little kid.

Can't stoop to his level.

Never thought, someone who speaks so gently with people, how...

managed to bear a son...

with such a sharp tongue.

They say old gingers are spicier.

Ye Xinluo felt like she was about to cry from being stung by this young ginger, Jingxi...

Ye Xinluo looked up helplessly at the sky...

No choice, her own child.

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Even crying, she has to bear it...

The little guy only realized afterward,

that he had accidentally let slip his thoughts.

He timidly shrank his neck.

Quickly glanced at Ye Xinluo's face.

So hard to look at.

Then quickly withdrew his gaze, secretly thinking something's wrong.

Oh no, oh no, Mommy's about to explode!

His chubby little hand instinctively covered his own little bum,

He must come up with a plan.

His eyes rolled around, then he showed a big smile.

"Mommy, would you watch cartoons with Jingxi?"

Ye Xinluo glanced at Jingxi, turned her head, pretending to ignore him.

Jingxi panicked.

He definitely didn't want his bum to be spanked! It hurts.

Reached out, tugging at Ye Xinluo's arm, speaking softly.

"Mommy, would you watch TV with Jingxi?"

"Mommy, will you chat with Jingxi?"

"Mommy, will you go to sleep with Jingxi?"

"Mommy, Mommy..."

...

The smile on his face was almost stiff, but Ye Xinluo still had no intention of responding.

Finally, after thinking for a long time, Jingxi got off Ye Xinluo's lap.

Wearing slippers, he toddled into the kitchen.

Ye Xinluo glanced towards the kitchen, curious to see what the little guy was up to,

and saw Jingxi carrying the small stool he used earlier when washing dishes.

Ye Xinluo didn't say anything, quietly watching Jingxi.

Again with the little pattering sound.

Jingxi took the stool, went around the sofa, and stood it behind Ye Xinluo.

Standing on the stool, he could just reach Ye Xinluo's shoulders.

Reached out his little paw and started lightly massaging Ye Xinluo's shoulders.

Ye Xinluo finally realized.

Turns out the little guy was trying to win her over.

Said nothing, letting him continue.

The little guy didn't have much strength, but his chubby hands felt great on her shoulders.

Slightly closed her eyes, enjoying the little guy's service.

Jingxi kept standing there, massaging with one hand after another.

After massaging for quite a while, seeing that Ye Xinluo hadn't reacted much, he finally spoke up weakly.

"Mommy, does it feel good? Is the pressure too much?"

"It's alright."

What does 'alright' mean? Mommy, could I get a better review?

Baby only accepts good reviews...

No bad reviews allowed.

Thinking like this in his heart, his hands didn't stop moving.

After massaging for quite a while longer, his hands started to get tired, and his movements weren't as smooth anymore.

Rubbing his sore wrists, he pouted, looking at Ye Xinluo.

Ugh...

Mommy's being a bully, Mommy's being a bully.

Mommy is a villain...

Hmph...

Apparently, the little guy completely forgot about how he'd just said his mommy was worthless.

Ye Xinluo opened her eyes, turned to look at Jingxi.

Seeing him rubbing his wrist, she chuckled inwardly, keeping a straight face.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop massaging?"

"Mommy, Jingxi's hands are sore, please rub for me."

He held out his chubby little paws in front of Ye Xinluo, looking at her pitifully.

Ye Xinluo couldn't bear it, motioned for him, "Come over."

Initially planning to teach this little rascal a lesson.

For saying she's worthless like that.

But seeing the little guy's pitiful look.

Her heart softened instantly.

Couldn't bring herself to be harsh anymore.

With permission, Jingxi jumped off the stool, rounded the sofa, ran up to Ye Xinluo.

Before Ye Xinluo could hold him, he climbed into her lap.

"Mommy, my hands are sore, please rub them."

Sitting on Ye Xinluo's lap, he held out both hands to her.

Ye Xinluo didn't say anything, took his hands, and gently massaged them.

Jingxi's hands were soft and chubby, felt very comfortable to hold.

"Mommy, please don't be mad anymore, okay?"

Ye Xinluo didn't say a word.

"Mommy, Jingxi was wrong to say that about you, please don't be mad, okay?"

Little guy wrapped his arms around Ye Xinluo's shoulders, acting cute.

His voice was soft and innocent, full of a special childish charm, very soothing to hear.

"What did you do wrong?"

Ye Xinluo spoke calmly, her tone not quite warm, not quite harsh.

"I shouldn't have said Mommy's figure wasn't good."

He lowered his head, not daring to meet Ye Xinluo's gaze.

Normally, Mommy is very gentle with him, but as soon as she gets mad, he behaves.

Because, when disobedient, Mommy would smack his bum...

Oh...

The little beast let out a mournful howl.

Just thinking about his poor bum facing doom again made him reach to touch it, looking utterly despondent...