Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Mu Chen: “…” What kind of logic is that? 

“No.” Mu Chen looked at her without expressions, “This story tells us that all fairy tales are lies.”

He smiled coldly, “Whether you are Zhuge Liang or Zhou yu, you'll die eventually.”

Ye Sang: “…”

Perhaps Mu Chen didn't realize it, but when he said this, he really looked like a big villain in dramas.

The little thing nudged the pillow and tried to keep her eyes open, “But I'm not wrong either.”

They were always here, no one should even think about leaving this world alive.

Mu Chen: “….” It somewhat makes sense. 

He tui! 

Rubbish sense. 

Where did this brat get all her logic from? 

“I finished telling you a story,” He pushed the medicine to her and suppressed his impatient, “Drink it.”

The little girl's body was like a small ball of fire. She was soft to hug and smelled like milk. The way her little head drooped down made his heart tremble.

Her little face frowned.

Mu Chen rubbed his forehead as he never thought that he would have to take care of a child one day.

And this kid won't even take her medicine!!

Mu Chen was close to having a breakdown.

The man bent down slightly and pinched the little girl's meaty face, asking gloomily, “Are you going to drink it or not?”

Ye Sang's curly lashes quivered slightly. She pouted and her voice trembled, “I will…”

The way he was acting looked like he was forcing an honest girl into prost.i.tution, what other options does she have other than drinking it?

Mu Chen was satisfied with her compromise.

The little thing's curly lashes quivered and frowned, drinking the bowl of medicine.

Because it was bitter, Ye Sang pouted so much an oil bottle could hang from her lips.

Mu Chen sighed in relief after seeing that she drank the medicine. He immediately glanced at her indifferently and said two words: “Go sleep.”

The little thing laid in bed, unable to fall asleep.

She was shocked by the fairy tale he told her just now.

Mu Chen supported his forehead and roughly pulled the blanket over her. He sat down by the bed and his beautiful and clear dark eyes looked down. His lips curved up slightly and started to scare her, “If you don't sleep, the big bad wolf will eat you at night.”

“Why would the big bad wolf eat Sangsang?”

The little thing pouted unhappily.

The man glared at her and sounded impatient, “Because you don't sleep.”

Ye Sang shrank her neck and buried her head in the blanket, “Then Sangsang will sleep.”

“Big bad wolf, don't bite me…” The little thing humphed, slowly burying her head into the blanket. She was sleepy from the medicine and, under Mu Chen's glare, Ye Sang pouted and eventually fell asleep.

After the brat quieted down, Mu Chen yawned lazily and eerily found the silence uncomfortable.

Ye Sang was a messy sleeper. She moved her legs and rolled to Mu Chen.

The little thing rested her head in Mu Chen's arms, sound asleep, and her pale face blus.h.i.+ng from the fever.

Mu Chen opened his eyes and pushed Ye Sang to the side after a moment.

“Wu…” The little girl pouted at the sudden push.

Her soft and sticky voice was mixed with sobs, Mu Chen froze in his spot out of reflex.

He stared at Ye Sang closely, scared that she would wake up again.

Luckily she didn't wake up, but Mu Chen didn't dare to push her anymore.

Who's going to make her go to bed again if he woke her up?

Mu Chen saw the little thing curled up in his arms and eventually put his arms around her with a cold face after a moment of hesitation.

Knowing how much Ye Sang moves around in her sleep, they would wake up on the floor if he didn't hold her.

The little thing was as soft as a ball of cotton, the warm touch of her unexpectedly made him feel safe.

The next morning, warm sunlight s.h.i.+ned on the little thing's pale face.

Ye Sang subconsciously touched her forehead with her delicate white hands, then pouted as she realized she was in Mu Chen's arms.

“Cheap daddy…” She puffed her cheeks and slowly climbed up from the bed.

The little thing looked up and saw Mu Chen's long lashes. He was sound asleep. She remembered the way he took care of her and hesitated, but then pulled the blanket over him.

“Sleep well.” Ye Sang's little milky voice was as crisp as she happily swayed her head.

She didn't care if Mu Chen heard her words or not, she hugged her little bag and jogged outside.

After Ye Sang left, Mu Chen opened his eyes slightly and a tiny smile appeared, “… Little brat.”

She certainly didn't hold a grudge against him.

“Grandpa grandpa grandpa, housekeeper grandpa!”

The little thing's soft and sticky voice came from upstairs and added some noise to the deathly silent mansion.

Before Housekeeper Mu could react, a chubby child ran into him.

He was surprised but quickly hugged her tightly, “Miss.”

“Aren't you going to school?”

The little thing shook her head. She looked harmless and obedient because she was sick, “Uncle didn't wake me up.”

The housekeeper replied, “Will you go today?”

“Call her teacher and ask for sick leave.” A clear and cool voice came from behind them.

The housekeeper snapped back and saw their mister resting his head on her hand lazily, half narrowing his eyes, “Tell her this brat is sick, she'll go tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir.” the housekeeper reapplied and rubbed the little thing's head with a smile, “What would you like to eat today? I'll tell them to make it for you.”

Ye Sang's cat-like eyes lit up. She immediately swayed her head happily upon hearing that there was food, “I want c.o.ke chicken wings! And ice cream!!”

The housekeeper nodded unconditionally.

Okay! 

Sure! 

Buy it all!

He didn't notice how dark his mister's face was getting.

Mu Chen's face grew darker at every 'junk food' she named.

In the end, the man finally stared at her and spoke coldly, “I think you are daydreaming.”

How could children eat these when she's sick? 

How did Huo Yao take care of her before? 

The little thing hugged the housekeeper's neck tightly and asked awkwardly, “I c-can't eat them?”

Mu Chen smiled, “You eat it and the big bad wolf will come to play with you at night.”

Ye Sang's little body trembled and whispered next to his ears, “Don't eat Sangsang… Sangsang doesn't taste nice…”

The housekeeper couldn't help but smile at her mumblings.

He secretly thought that their mister was so childish for scaring a child like this.

Wouldn't his conscience hurt?

It was early in the morning and the little thing pouted slightly without much energy.

She's such a poor child.