Chapter 454

454 7.78 – Stinky Bun Suprises His Daddy and Mommy – War Of The Wickeds

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I am stronger than the bad things that have happened to me.

I am stronger than the sadness that threatens to consume me.

I am stronger than the darkness that tries to pull me down.

And, because of that, I will be able to keep moving forward.

I will be able to find a way to make life work for me.

-Dai An

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Dai An refused to shoulder all of Stinky Bun’s demons. She would return them in smaller portions, so the little boy wouldn’t get overwhelmed.

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‘~What is important is that Stinky Bun learns to absorb and manage the negative energy, so that he can rise above it. I’m certain that, in time, he will be able to do just that.’

Even though Ying Xiong’s identity would always be with him, haunting him, the boy would always find a way to cope with the bad things that happened to define him.

‘As expected of our baby. He is one tough guy, but how am I going to explain to hubby that you’ve just done some risky experiments on our son?’

‘~What would be the most meaningful death other than sacrificing myself for the sake of our baby?’

‘With how powerful hubby became? He will never allow us to die again. I doubt he will ever get an opportunity to show us what he is truly capable of.’

Dai An laughed at the thought of dying, even though it was only a joke. She had always been a bit morbid, but she never thought that she would actually find death funny.

‘~Don’t be sad. I can’t die. Go. We have a family to take care of.’

With one last look at Dai An, Bing Shi faded away, promising to come back and help her later. The one who should have received the godhood should be Dai An, not her.

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“Let’s help daddy wash his hair,” Bing Shi encouraged the boy to pour the content of shampoo on top of Xuan Mu’s head.

Ying Xiong sat down on daddy’s lap and looked up at him with big, curious eyes, his body tense. He was holding the bottle of shampoo as if it could be snatched by Daddy at any time, “Mommy, mommy.” Daddy was a big boy. Why would daddy need to have his hair washed by Stinky Bun?

“Well,” Bing Shi hesitated for a second, “If Daddy doesn’t have his hair clean, he’ll start to smell bad.”

Stinky Bun wanted to ask a question but didn’t quite know how to start. After a few moments of silence, he finally summoned the courage to speak up. “Mommy, mommy?” But why does it have to be Stinky Bun who does it? Can’t mommy do it yourself?

“It will help him relax, and maybe he will forgive Stinky Bun for breaking his door,” Bing Shi simply replied, sensing the boy’s reluctance to do what he was told. The annoyance she felt at her husband a while ago was slowly being returned back to the little guy.

“Mommy, mommy?” But why? Stinky Bun dropped his gaze, not feeling like he did something wrong. “Mommy, mommy.” Stinky Bun didn’t need daddy’s forgiveness. He already apologized to the door and even helped Kuro to clean the floor.

Xuan Mu sighed. It was heartwarming, the way his wife kept his hand in place without using any force, thinking how it would be enough to ‘tame’ him. “Wife, I’m old enough to wash my hair,” he said, moving his wrist so she would have to use more strength.

“Yes, but I would love to see Stinky Bun washing them for you,” she said, holding firm. It was all done in good fun, but it also served as a reminder. So he wanted to carry on being a human, huh? Fine. He made her eat food like a human, so he better start to do basic hygiene like one too.

Stinky Bun pinched his nose when he smelled anything that might be smelly, like when daddy changed his diapers, “Daddy, daddy!” Daddy smells like poo!

“Mine or yours? Are you sure you are not smelling yourself? Remember, you said daddy has the best-smelling poo in the world.” Xuan Mu inhaled some air as if it was the most fresh thing in the world, “It’s not like Stinky Bun’s poo, which smells like a rotten egg in a broccoli soup. Right, mommy?”

Bing Shi remained silent when her son’s expression changed into that of a loser. Not everyone would play along with his imagination. Stinky Bun used himself as a reference for bad smell and Xuan Mu took advantage of it, “I wouldn’t be so sure...”

She pressed her lips together when her husband looked up at her as if begging her not to betray him, “There is nothing wrong with Stinky Bun’s poo, mommy’s smells bad too. Poo is supposed to smell bad. There must be something wrong with daddy’s.”

“Mommy, mommy!” Right, right! Daddy is not food so how come his poo smells like gingerbread cookies, and his farts smell like pumpkin spice lattes?!

“...” Bing Shi side glanced at her husband, “Really?”

Xuan Mu dropped his head, whispering, “I made some upgrades...for fun...”

Ying Xiong threw his arms into the air in triumph, “Mommy, mommy, mommy?!” Does mommy know that daddy loves doors more than Stinky Bun?!

“I indeed do,” Xuan Mu agreed, straightening his back in surprise. He thought that the little guy already deleted that memory out of his head.

Stinky Bun began to spill out all the beans on daddy. “Daddy, daddy!” Daddy also said that he loves doors more than mommy!

This time, Bing Shi widened her eyes in shock, “You love doors more than me too?”

“I...do...o?” Xuan Mu tried to brush it off, but the more he thought about what he said, the more it bothered him. He didn’t mean the words he said, but it still struck a nerve.

“Mommy, mommy?” See? Puffing his cheeks in victory, Ying Xiong pumped a bit of the shampoo onto his palm and slapped it on top of his head, “Daddy, daddy.” Who needs a daddy when Stinky Bun has a mommy, “Mommy, mommy.” Poor mommy. Just wait, Stinky Bun is going to take revenge on daddy.

Bing Shi and Xuan Mu stared with wide eyes as their son began to wash his own hair out of nowhere. It wasn’t that they had never seen a child washing their own hair before, but they had never seen their own son being so independent on his own accord. But there he was, taking care of himself like a big boy.

Xuan Mu looked up at his wife.

|I just thought of marrying all the doors in the city and demoting you to a secondary wife. Who knows? Our son might even be able to go to kindergarten one day. What do you think?|

|”I love it. I will welcome all the doors in our family, and treat them like they are my real sisters.”|

They watched as the toddler worked diligently to get all his hair foamy, careful not to get any soap into his eyes. It was clear that he was taking his time to make sure that every part of his hair was clean, “Mommy, mommy.” Stinky Bun is a big boy now. See how well he washes his hair.