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

Jiang Yu took Shen Mo back to her place.

On the way back, Shen Mo started rambling on and on: "Didn't you say you were going to take me to eat? Where are we going? Are you not going to sell me off?"

Jiang Yu glanced at him: "Your meat should fetch a few bucks."

Shen Mo's eyes widened immediately: "I'm going to tell Grandma..."

"Go ahead and sue me, she can't control me anyway."

Shen Mo ignored her.

But after only ten minutes of silence, he couldn't help himself and asked somewhat cautiously, "Are you really going to sell me?"

Jiang Yu snorted: "Aren't you supposed to be fearless?"

Shen Mo snorted: "There are things I'm afraid of too."

"ghost?"

"you."

Jiang Yu: "..."

Is she an object?

"Afraid of me?" Jiang Yu asked, puzzled. "I've never hit or abused you, except for scolding you. Why are you afraid of me?"

Shen Mo muttered softly, "Because you don't like me, you'll really hit me. Even if Grandma and the others scold me, they won't really hit me."

Jiang Yu: "..."

Shen Mo: "Dad doesn't like me either, but he never yells at me. You're the scariest person in the family."

Jiang Yu took a deep breath.

Shen Mo: "Are you going to yell at me again?"

Jiang Yu: "..."

Did she say anything?

However, she was still quite upset. Regardless of the parent-child relationship, no parent likes to hear their child say that they like to swear.

She initially wanted to offer some excuse, but then she realized she had indeed been swearing quite a bit lately…

Tang Yun was so angry with her that she was hospitalized once.

She touched her nose guiltily, "At worst, I won't scold you anymore."

Shen Mo was a little incredulous. "Really?"

"Um."

"And you're not allowed to call me fat."

"You were always like that..."

Jiang Yu shut up.

Shen Mo's eyes darted around, and he took advantage of the situation: "You can't scold me, you can't be mean to me, you have to cook delicious food for me, you can only like me as a child, you can't be nice to other children, and you have to do whatever I say..."

Jiang Yu's face darkened: "Enough! Do you think I'm a wish-granting machine?"

Shen Mo pursed his lips and snorted, "You really don't like me."

Jiang Yu: "..."

This is such a headache! Why did I have to bring this chubby kid back and make myself miserable?

After returning home, Shen Mo started complaining that he was hungry.

Jiang Yu could have ordered takeout, but after looking at his chubby belly, she opened the refrigerator, picked out some fresh vegetables, and started cooking.

The first step to losing weight is to eat healthily.

While Jiang Yu was cooking in the kitchen, Shen Chengyan called. Shen Mo ran to the kitchen door with the phone in his hand, saying, "Your phone is ringing."

Jiang Yuteng didn't intervene. "Who called?"

Shen Mo stared intently at the screen: "Shen what day?"

Jiang Yu: "???"

She held the spatula, glanced at the caller ID, and fell silent.

Shen Chengyan probably never imagined that he would have a son who was a poor student.

Shen Mo asked her if she would answer.

"Go outside to pick him up, and tell your dad I'm cooking."

Shen Mo returned to the living room and answered the phone.

"Wife..."

"Who's your wife?"

Shen Chengyan frowned: "Where's your mother?"

The phone was so heavy, it was tiring to hold. Shen Mo tossed the phone onto the coffee table and tapped the screen randomly with his chubby little hand.

The next second, Shen Chengyan's call was disconnected.

Shen Chengyan: "..."

Shen Chengyan dialed back, and the other end answered quickly.

Shen Chengyan: "Why did you hang up?"

Shen Mo leaned on the coffee table and said into the phone, "I want to put it on speakerphone. How can Dad put it on speakerphone?"

After the father and son worked together for a while, Shen Mo finally figured out how to turn on speakerphone.

Shen Chengyan asked again, "Where's your mother?"

Shen Mo said, "He's cooking for me."

Shen Chengyan listened to the sounds coming from the other side. An animated film was playing on TV, and there were crackling sounds coming from the kitchen.

The house was too small; even the slightest noise could travel throughout the entire house.

Shen Chengyan paused for a moment: "Did you make Mom angry?"

Shen Mo shook his head: "No."

"Very good." Shen Chengyan nodded. "Keep it up. Do whatever she tells you to do. Don't resist."

Shen Mo frowned: "What if she hit me?"

Shen Chengyan: "Let her hit her."

Shen Mo said angrily, "What if you beat me to death?"

Shen Chengyan couldn't help but laugh; this chubby boy was adorably silly.

"No, she loves you very much."

Shen Chengyan knew there was a rift between the mother and son, so she always reminded him how much Jiang Yu loved him.

"Mom works very hard cooking, so I help her clean up after we finish eating."

"I won't."

"If you don't know how, you can learn."

"What if she thinks I'm too stupid? What if she scolds me, hits me, or yells at me?"

Shen Mo asked a series of questions, "Would you help me fight back, scold back, and be fierce back?"

Shen Chengyan felt this was a life-or-death question.

He sighed, "Dad will be discharged tomorrow. Don't go against your mom. Contact me if you have any problems."

When Jiang Yu brought out the food, Shen Mo was engrossed in watching cartoons.

She tapped the table with her chopsticks. "Come and eat."

Shen Mo reluctantly went over and sat down in the chair.

Jiang Yu gave him a heads-up beforehand, saying, "You can only eat one bowl, and only until you're seven-tenths full."

Shen Mo didn't know what seven-tenths full meant, he only knew that if he didn't eat enough, he would go hungry. "Grandma never lets me go hungry."

"You're so fat because you're not hungry."

"You liar, you said you wouldn't curse me anymore."

Jiang Yu: "..."

Shen Mo only took one bite before becoming critical, saying, "The taste is so bland."

Jiang Yu: "If you're trying to lose weight, you have to eat light meals."

Shen Mo began to pout.

Jiang Yu: "If you don't finish eating in thirty minutes, throw all the food in the trash."

Upon hearing this, Shen Mo picked up his chopsticks.

Jiang Yu's lips curled into a smile. "What did your dad call about?"

Shen Mo shouted, "He said if you dare to treat me badly, he'll yell at you, curse at you, and hit you."

Jiang Yu: "..."

Jiang Yu was a little shocked. "Did your dad really say that?"

Shen Mo nodded: "That's right, so you have to be nice to me and give me two bowls of rice."

Jiang Yu narrowed her eyes. "Do you believe I'll call your dad right now?"

Shen Mo immediately cowered upon hearing this, dejectedly admitting his mistake: "I lied to you. Dad told me to listen to you, not to be naughty, and not to make you angry."

That's more or less.

In less than 20 minutes, Shen Mo finished eating and looked at Jiang Yu expectantly.

Jiang Yu ignored her and began clearing the dishes: "Go check what time it is?"

"what?"

"If it's still early, let's go for a walk."

Shen Mo blinked: "Want to go out and play?"

"right."

"But I haven't finished watching my TV show."

"Starting today, you can only watch TV for half an hour a day, and you can only use your phone for half an hour."

Shen Mo felt as if the sky had fallen: "Then what's the point of my life?"

"The meaning of your life is to go out and have fun, to run around and let loose, not to be a couch potato glued to your phone."

Jiang Yu threw the dishes into the dishwasher, washed her hands, and while applying hand cream, directed him to take out the kitchen trash.

Shen Mo said reluctantly, "If Grandma knew you were making me work like a nanny, she would definitely scold you."

Jiang Yu rolled her eyes: "Come on, even nannies get paid for their work. You're my servant now, you do whatever I tell you to do."

Shen Mo got even angrier and was about to sit down on the ground.

Jiang Yu said, "If you dare to throw a tantrum, I'll throw you and all the trash into the trash can."

Shen Mo: "The trash bag is filthy, why don't you carry it?"

"Because I also find it dirty."

Shen Mo was furious: "That's disgusting! I'd rather die than carry it!"

Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes dangerously: "I'll count to three... 1, 2..."