Chapter 11 I Will Take Over Your Care From Today Onward
- “Come again? An Qing?”
- As though he had heard something weird, Jiang Xie scowled at Fu Wenzhong. “That woman of Cheng’s?”
- Fu Wenzhong lit a cigarette, hanged it between his lips, and replied with a faint smile, “Yes…”
- An Qing was nowhere near Tang Jing’s level. That much was obvious.
- At that time, the beautiful and talented Tang Jing was unmatched, be it social standing, level of education, or even family background. An Qing had nothing on Tang Jing, but the one thing An Qing had that Tang Jing didn’t was a pure, innocent face.
- Perhaps Tang Jing was too proud. She was always the noble lady that was high and mighty, and she would never stare at anyone with those kinds of watery eyes. An Qing, on the other hand, was a different story, as she always had that pitiful look, which made men desire her.
- That might be the only thing that An Qing had on Tang Jing...
- Fu Wenzhong stared at Tang Jing’s figure that was much farther now and narrowed his eyes slowly.
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- Tang Ze was especially obedient at home today. He assisted the helpers to clean the living room and even wiped the vase. The helpers were so nervous that they kept calling him ‘Little Master this’ and ‘Little Master that’, afraid that they might not be serving him well.
- Tang Ze proclaimed, “You guys don’t have to call me Little Master, because I might not stay in this house.”
- Mrs. Wang spoke lovingly. “What are you talking about, Little Master? This is your home.”
- “No,” Tang Ze replied determinedly. “This is not my home.” It never was.
- When Cen Huiqiu came home with several of her rich friends, she saw Tang Ze waiting at the entrance, dressed smartly. She thought he was waiting for her, but the moment she got closer, Tang Ze’s expression dimmed.
- He thought it was Tang Jing who was there to pick him up, but turned out it wasn’t.
- Mommy… when are you coming to take me home?
- “Ze, why are you standing out here?”
- Cen Huiqiu looked delighted and went up to Tang Ze. “Your dad won’t be back that soon, so let’s go in.”
- Tang Ze pursed his lips and didn’t explain. He entered the Bo residence with Cen Huiqiu, and the helpers praised him in front of her about how obedient and considerate he was. They were saying how he was so young, but he didn’t throw tantrums and even helped out with the house chores, and what a well-mannered child he was.
- However, no one knew that he wasn’t actually obedient, instead he was waiting—he was waiting for Tang Jing to take him away.
- He didn’t want to stay for a moment longer in such a place…
- Tang Ze was watching cartoons in the study when Bo Cheng came back. Cen Huiqiu greeted Bo Cheng, but he ignored her and asked, “Where is he?”
- He meant Tang Ze.
- “Ze is very well-behaved today, and he is watching cartoons in the study now. Stop throwing your tantrums already, since he's still your child…” Cen Huiqiu muttered.
- Look! It’s been barely a day, and the brat already has everyone wrapped around his finger!
- He’s well-behaved? Ha! Bo Cheng laughed humorlessly. This little prick was horrible to me when it was just the two of us!
- Bo Cheng went to the study on the second floor, opened the door, and saw Tang Ze seated inside. Tang Ze hid the program window immediately the moment he heard some noise, and Bo Cheng approached him and rested an arm on his shoulder. “What are you watching?”
- Tang Ze clicked the Ultraman program window from the bottom of the screen. “I’m watching Ultraman…”
- Ha, he’s still a child, after all. Watching such useless programs… Bo Cheng frowned. When he saw how much Tang Ze’s small face took after himself, he toned down the hostility on his handsome, devilish face and directed at Tang Ze, “I will take over your care from today onward. We’ll change your name legally when we have the time, and you will take my surname.”
- After listening to what he had to say, Tang Ze looked up steadily at Bo Cheng and replied, “Young Master Bo, have you gone through the formalities? If you want to take over my care, you will have to go to court against my mother.”