Chapter 102: If You Were My Son You’d Be Dead

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Tong Hua turned into a little ratchet instantly and yelled, “I just want to propose! I just want to drive you crazy!”

“...” Shen Qianshu stared blankly.

Everyone around was dumbfounded. In life, there were many terrible people and rude words, but where did the gentlemanly Little Master go?

Was he possessed by some weird thingy?

Master, you are really clever!

“If you were really my son, you’d be dead!”

Tong Hua humphed coldly. “Can you even give birth to someone so handsome and smart like me? Stop boasting.”

Shen Qianshu’s headache was so bad she rubbed her temples.

“Shut up!”

“Okay, I’ll shut up. Just wait, I helped my mom seek for partners online. After all, if the people who wanted to be my dad lined up in a queue, the queue would span from China to Turkey. Who wants you!”

Just as Ye Ling was intending to kill Tong Hua with his bare hands, Zhong Ran said quickly, “Master, Little Master. Do both of you intend to fight at the exit of a tourist attraction? How embarrassing. Don’t you notice all the people crowding around?”

Everyone turned their heads. Indeed, many people were watching them fight.

It was a fight between an adult and a child. Some people even took out their phones to take videos of them.

Luckily, none of them were from China. Ye Ling furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Shen Qianshu, and then he turned around and left. Shen Qianshu was still thinking about how Master got to Turkey. She grabbed Tong Hua by the arm and followed him. A few men in black followed along too.

Shen Qianshu ruffled Tong Hua’s hair.

This little rascal was really unhappy.

Her son was clearly a little gentleman.

Why does he always turn into a little hedgehog around Ye Ling? What a little rascal.

Also, he knew how to enrage Ye Ling. He stepped on all of Ye Ling’s landmines.

They walked around for a day and were hungry. Tong Hua rubbed his tummy. Nothing was more important than food, so he decided not to be calculative with Ye Ling at the moment. Ye Family brought them to a Turkish restaurant for their meal, and they got a big plate of roasted mutton.

Roasted meat from Turkey was very popular.

For the past few days, they have been eating roasted meat constantly, yet they never got tired of it.

The roasted meat was cut very thinly and gave off a very strong aroma. Every bite was savory. Tong Hua ate feeling extremely happy, not needing to be bothered by anyone. As he ate, he took photos on his phone and uploaded them on his Weibo account, drawing much envy from his fans and followers.

“Master, why did you come to Turkey?”

“It was along the way!”

Uhh...

Shen Qianshu was slightly puzzled. Along the way? Within a night, Turkey was along the way?

Little Tong Hua could not be bothered to look up, giving the expression on his face that said yeah, go on with your nonsense. Ye Ling held it in, not throwing him out of the building.

Ye Ling did not explain much. Seeing that her arm was still covered in gauze, he slightly squinted. It was very sinister. He always felt that he was too nice to the old lady. The old lady treated him and his brothers pretty well, but he never expected her to be so malicious to his son and to attack him.

Shen Qianshu noticed the expression in Ye Ling’s eyes as he stared at her arm. She raised her arm and said, “Just a little bruise, doesn’t get in the way of doing things.”

“Who cares about your stupid arm?” Ye Ling humphed in annoyance.

Shen Qianshu smiled slightly. Ye Ling flew into rage out of humiliation. “What are you laughing at?!”

“Are you an international policeman? You control the skies, and you control the land. You even control if my mommy smiled or not. Immature.” With a mouth full of mutton, Tong Hua commented angrily as he could not hold it in any longer. With a look on his face that said I’ve been dealing with your nonsense for a long time, Ye Ling took a deep breath and said, “Zhong Ran, take him out.”

“Yes, Master.”

“No way!” Tong Hua slapped the table and glared at Zhong Ran angrily. “You dare?”

“...” Zhong Ran was conflicted.

historical

“Just finish your meal.” Shen Qianshu pinched his cheeks and continued. “Stop talking.”

“Mommy, do you still love me?”

“...” Shen Qianshu stared at her son with a complicated expression.

What a mess, this is really... complicated.