Whispers to the Soul: Surrendering to Love Snare-Chapter 643 - 662: The An Family Mother and Son Who Dislike Drinking Milk

An Jiayou immediately shut his mouth, knowing that he had gone out today without a penny. If he were thrown out here, he’d probably just have to pray to get home, but he definitely didn’t want that.

He also considered himself quite clever, knowing that sometimes compromising and selling his pride for honor was necessary.

"Stepdad."

Just as An Jiayou called out, he was rebuked by his stepfather’s cold glare: "If you dare, call me that one more time."

An Jiayou quickly shook his head sideways: "Sorry, sorry, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. Dad, don’t worry, when I go home tonight, I’ll definitely help you handle An Nan. You can absolutely trust me; up until now, I’m definitely the person who knows An Nan best in this world."

Lin Mubai, much as he would hate to admit it, couldn’t deny this fact. Then he harshly warned: "If you don’t handle your mom tonight, I’ll throw you to school, and you can only come home once a month."

An Jiayou’s little face instantly turned bitter: "Lin Mubai, I haven’t even stepped into your house yet, and you’re already mistreating me."

The latter gave him a disdainful look: "Don’t talk so ambiguously. It’s your mom who moved into my house, and you came along, so just keep quiet for a while, or I’ll toss you out."

"Hmph, could you change to another threatening method?"

"No." Dropping these two words, Lin Mubai continued to drive the car forward.

After a while, sitting in the passenger seat, An Jiayou became restless again: "Dad, can’t we skip changing the household registration?" His small face was unusually serious, and though Lin Mubai initially wanted to tease him, seeing him like this, he changed his wording: "What’s wrong? Do you need to talk about it?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." An Jiayou nodded repeatedly, thus changing their forward route.

Inside a coffee shop, Lin Mubai ordered a latte for himself and a milk for the little guy in front of him. Just as An Jiayou was about to protest, Lin Mubai shut him down with a cold phrase: "If you had money, you could buy whatever you want."

Those words carried an air of economic determinism, although An Jiayou felt discontent deep down, he could only obediently sip his milk, though it didn’t mean he would do so willingly: "Tyrant."

Murmuring those words in his heart, An Jiayou began sipping the milk he disliked, while also contemplating how to persuade the person in front of him.

While An Jiayou took small sips of milk, Lin Mubai silently observed the little guy, soon noticing something amusing: although the kid wasn’t his wife’s biological child, he inherited certain habits from someone, like showing a look of disgust when drinking milk, as if it were poison instead.

Also, while drinking milk, he loved licking the rim of the cup, exactly like a certain little woman, which added a touch of tenderness deep in Lin Mubai’s gaze. He asked himself if this was loving the house and its crow, because of the deep love for the bigger person at home, he was extremely patient with this smiling little one.

Just like this milk, the kid needed to supplement his diet with appropriate milk at this age, yet this guy just didn’t like it, so Lin Mubai had to come up with some unusual methods.