Mr. Shen, your love-struck wife doesn't want you anymore!

When Shen Chengyan entered the living room, Hu Youyue was playing on an iPad with Shen Mo.

Hu Youyue was surprised by his sudden return and said with a smile, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll ask the housekeeper to cook a couple more dishes."

"No need, I've already eaten."

Shen Chengyan glanced at Shen Mo, who was sprawled on the sofa playing games, and said, "Sit down."

Shen Mo rolled into Hu Youyue's arms: "Mom, you need to discipline him, he's being mean to me."

Shen Chengyan's expression suddenly became somewhat complicated.

Hu Youyue put her arm around Shen Mo and explained to Shen Chengyan, "He's still young. Sometimes he speaks too quickly and calls his godmother 'Mom.' He'll understand after we correct him a few times."

"He's five years old, not three. He's only growing in weight, not in his mind. He can't even call people properly anymore."

Shen Chengyan stopped the nanny: "Go and pack some clothes for the young master. He won't be staying here for the next few days."

The nanny is looking after Hu Youyue.

Shen Chengyan: "My words don't carry any weight?"

The nanny hurried upstairs.

Hu Youyue was a little worried: "Chengyan, where are you taking Momo? If Auntie comes back and doesn't see Momo, she'll be worried."

Shen Mo shouted, "I'm not going anywhere!"

"Do you have a choice?"

Shen Mo jumped off the sofa, ran straight to the front door, and threw himself at Shen Zhaolin, who was limping in: "Second Uncle, save me! My dad's going to sell me!"

"Stand there!" Shen Zhaolin's expression changed, and he pressed his head down in alarm.

That brat's height just reached the spot where he was injured. If he were to crash into him with his weight, he would probably be crippled if not killed.

Shen Mo plopped down on the ground and wailed, "You're all bad people, I hate you all."

She throws tantrums and acts out at the drop of a hat.

It's something that cats and dogs find utterly repulsive.

Shen Zhaolin walked past him with a look of disgust.

Shen Chengyan got up and went over to pick up the chubby boy who was sitting on the ground. He then took the simple duffel bag from the nanny and, without saying a word, carried him out.

Shen Mo stretched out his chubby hands and cried for help: "Godmother, Godmother! Second Uncle, Second Uncle! Help me! Help me!"

Shen Zhaolin had half his buttocks on the sofa, too busy to take care of himself.

Hu Youyue got up and followed, saying, "Maybe we should just forget about it. Momo has been with me and Auntie since he was little. He might not be used to being taken away suddenly..."

"Perhaps it's because he grew up with you and my mother that he developed this lawless personality."

Shen Chengyan glanced at Hu Youyue: "You don't need to worry about his affairs anymore."

Hu Youyue was taken aback: "Did I do something wrong?"

"You didn't do a good enough job, you did an excellent job."

She's even more like a mother to Jiang Yu than to her own biological mother.

That's why a five-year-old child would call his godmother "Mom".

After Shen Chengyan finished speaking, he carried the wailing Shen Mo out with one hand.

He tossed the chubby boy into the back seat, slammed the car door shut, and the wailing immediately subsided.

After getting into the car, Shen Chengyan glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Why did you stop crying?"

Shen Mo snorted: "Grandma's not home. If you cry again, you'll beat me."

Shen Chengyan laughed: "Alright, you're not completely stupid. You know you have to behave yourself when you don't have anyone backing you up."

Shen Mo, puffing out her cheeks, crossed her arms and looked out the window, ignoring him.

Shen Chengyan started the car.

But he was just a child, and he couldn't stay quiet for long before he forgot all those grand principles.

Just ten minutes later, Shen Mo started to get restless again.

He writhed back and forth, feeling like he was being pricked by needles in his buttocks: "Where are we going? How much longer until we get there?"

"Go to where I live."

"I don't want to go."

Shen Chengyan ignored him.

"I'm hungry."

Shen Chengyan still ignored him.

Shen Mo started kicking the back seat: "Are you trying to starve your precious grandson to death?!"

Shen Chengyan's temple throbbed: "Sit properly."

"I won't sit properly."

"I'll count to three."

"Counting to three hundred won't change anything!"

"...Then you count them, just don't shout."

"I'm going to scream, ahhh!"

As the maddening sound pierced his mind, Shen Mo crawled through the shadows in the back seat.

Seeing that bastard trying to pry open the locked back door, Shen Chengyan couldn't take it anymore: "Do you have a death wish?"

Shen Mo roared to the sky, "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens!"

"..." Shen Chengyan lost all his strength and means.

Anyway, the car doors are locked, so let him do whatever he wants.

Half an hour later, we finally arrived at the underground parking lot.

As soon as Shen Chengyan parked the car, the kid in the back seat started yelling, "Open the door! Open the door! I want to get out!"

Shen Chengyan opened the car door.

Shen Mo jumped out of the car quickly, his belly fat jiggling happily.

Shen Chengyan said, "You should lose weight."

Shen Mo's eyes lit up, and he looked up abruptly: "There's roujiamo (Chinese hamburger)?"

Shen Chengyan turned his face away and walked towards the elevator.

"I want to eat roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), braised pork belly, roast chicken, stewed ribs, and braised shrimp!"

The elevator doors opened.

Shen Chengyan went inside.

Shen Mo followed behind him, continuing to mutter, "Braised pork belly, roast chicken, stewed ribs, braised prawns!"

Shen Chengyan was getting a headache from all the nagging, "..."

Just then, the elevator arrived, and he quickly stepped out.

Shen Mo clung to him like a ghost: "I want braised pork, roast chicken, stewed ribs, and braised prawns!"

Opening the door, Shen Chengyan pointed to the shoe-changing stool: "Sit there and take off your shoes."

Shen Mo plopped his chubby bottom onto the sofa where he was changing shoes, adopting the arrogant demeanor of a young master. "Take them off for me."

"Don't you have hands?"

"My grandparents always take my clothes off at home. If you don't want to take them off, then send me back."

In the end, Shen Chengyan didn't say anything, but squatted down to change his shoes.

The tall man knelt on one knee on the ground, with a hint of indulgence.

Shen Mo didn't have any shoes here, and he didn't want to wear slippers, so he ran barefoot into the living room.

When Shen Chengyan entered the living room, he saw him sticking out his chubby bottom and trying hard to climb onto the sofa, shouting as he climbed, "I want to watch Ultraman, put on Ultraman for me now."

Shen Chengyan turned on the TV for him.

Shen Mo jumped and bounced on the sofa like a chubby little pig: "Charge! Charge! Kill! Kill! Go for it!"

"..."

Shen Chengyan felt his head start to hurt again.

Out of sight, out of mind, he returned to his study.

Not long after I sat down, Tang Yun called.

Shen Chengyan did not answer.

Soon, news of a series of fatalities arrived.

"Where did you take Momo?!"

He can't sleep without me at night!

"Are you planning to give my grandson to that wicked woman?!"

"If she dares to try and take my grandson from me, I'll fight her to the death!"

Shen Chengyan then picked up his phone and replied expressionlessly, "That vicious woman is your grandson's biological mother. Now you're fighting her for the child."

Tang Yun was so angry that she sent a series of unfilial son emojis.

Not wanting to be disturbed, Shen Chengyan casually blocked his mother.

He turned on his computer and started working.

Halfway through his work, Shen Mo rushed in and said to him, "I'm hungry."

Shen Chengyan checked the time; it was almost 9 o'clock. "You should take a shower and go to bed."

I'm hungry.

"Go take a shower first."

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry."

Shen Chengyan didn't waste any words with him. He took off his glasses and threw them on the table, then dragged him into the bathroom and threw him into the bathtub.

The young master immediately flew into a rage, shouting that he didn't want to take a bath. He thrashed around in the bathtub like a landlubber, splashing Shen Chengyan with bathwater.

Seeing his father's handsome face covered in water droplets, Shen Mo shrank back into the corner in fear. "If you dare to hit me, I'll tell Grandma!"

However, his biological father did not scold, beat, or yell at him.

Although she looked a little pale, she still patiently bathed him, dressed him, and dried his wet hair.

Gradually, Shen Mo's aggressive posture softened.

He was wrapped in a bath towel, quiet and clean, sitting on the sofa, waiting for his father to prepare food.

But Shen Chengyan, who came out of the kitchen, only poured him a glass of milk: "Drink it."

Shen Mo exclaimed in disbelief, "Was I born to Old Wang next door? Why are you abusing me?!"