Chapter 65: You really have to listen to my dad on this.

Chapter 65

“When did this happen, are you okay? Why didn't you say it earlier? Where is that man?” Qi Shaobai fired off questions like bullets.

With great difficulty, Sheng Mumu found an opening to respond:

“It wasn't that I bumped into him, that man was secretly photographing others, he ran past me, so I acted out of a sense of justice.”

Hearing her words, Qi's frown did not relax in the slightest, and creased even tighter.

He tugged at his tie with long fingers, and spoke in a tone that brooked no argument:

“The bodyguard matter is decided.”

Having said that, he walked straight towards the second floor study, not giving her any chance to refuse.

Qi Shaobai casually slung his schoolbag over one shoulder, his manner lazy, and leisurely added:

“You really have to listen to my dad on this, he has experience. When I was little--” Qi Shaobai thought for a moment, “--probably around second or third grade, I had bodyguards who followed me to and from school too, they were worried about kidnappings.”

Sheng Mumu: “Emmmm......how is that the same as me? You know that was second or third grade.”

Qi Shaobai also felt his analogy was off, and shrugged:

“Anyway, no matter what is said, having someone to protect you will be safer.”

Sheng Mumu reluctantly accepted this line of reasoning.

Seeing that she had accepted the suggestion to hire bodyguards, Qi Shaobai felt relieved, and turned to go back to his room.

Just as his hand had just grasped the door handle, his shoulder was suddenly patted.

“Stop right there, don’t go yet.”

Qi Shaobai turned around in puzzlement, and saw Sheng Mumu standing behind him with her arms crossed.

Her expression was serious, and her tone carried an interrogative meaning:

“Little Qi, didn't you just swear earlier?”

Qi Shaobai was stunned for a moment.

His eyes slowly widened, “...Ah?”

Was she referring to when he had kicked that guy at the villa district entrance?

Then perhaps...probably...maybe...

He did.

Sheng Mumu increased the force of her palm on Qi Shaobai's shoulder, as if afraid he would slip away:

“Don't think I didn't notice just because the situation was chaotic, you said it.”

Qi frowned, his gaze wandering away: “I didn't.”

Sheng Mumu's gaze was fixed on him, “You did.”

Qi continued to pretend to be ignorant, “Did I?”

“Stop playing dumb with me.” Sheng Mumu flicked his forehead, “I'll let it slide this time, but don't say it again in the future. Although you'll be an adult soon, you still can't swear casually.”

She had unconsciously stepped into a maternal role, unable to refrain from wanting to discipline this aloof and unruly young master.

“Oh, I know.” Qi rubbed his reddened forehead, his expression pitiful and helpless, “Can I go to my room now?”

Sheng Mumu thought his appearance was funny, and tried hard not to laugh.

Her brows furrowed slightly, she lifted her chin, fully assuming an authoritative air, and said:

“Mm, you may.”

Qi Shaobai: ......

His gaze inadvertently swept over the row of eight burly men standing at attention, and he couldn't help pinching the bridge of his nose again, lowering his eyes somewhat helplessly.

“Take off the sunglasses too.”

These exaggerated things that could expose their identities in a second were all unnecessary.

At Assistant Dong's relaying, the bodyguards took off their sunglasses, and stood more relaxed, no longer at attention.

Only then did Qi Mo give a slight nod, indicating satisfaction.

He didn't want her to feel pressured, to feel monitored.

She only needed to be at ease being herself.

*

It was Qi Shaobai's first day of school, and he didn't get home from self-study until 8:30 at night.

As soon as he entered, he looked around in confusion at the great changed appearance of the house.

The sofas, curtains, decorations, even the dumbbells and treadmills in the gym, were all plastered with colored sticky notes.

Before he could figure out what was going on, a tennis ball suddenly flew towards him.

The tennis ball bounced off the floor, and he reflexively caught it firmly.

Sheng Mumu came down the stairs from the second floor, smiling radiantly:

“Little Qi, look, this is the exam preparation paradise I've made for you.”

As she spoke, she spread her hands open, with quite the air of someone who had conquered a kingdom.

Qi Shaobai was utterly confused: “...???”

What was going on here?

As Sheng Mumu came down the stairs, she explained to him:

“Starting today, except for the study and bedrooms, I've plastered colored sticky notes all over this villa. The content on them was all personally written by me this afternoon.”

This was a method she had seen on TV before.

It had a bit of a fun English vibe.

She took the tennis ball from Qi Shaobai's hand.

Casually throwing it to the floor, it bounced onto a sticky note on the wall.

The two of them moved closer to look.

It was an example sentence about the past tense.

Sheng Mumu smoothly began to explain it to him.

Her spoken English was fluent and standard.

Together with her clear voice, it was very pleasant to listen to.

But no matter how standard and good she sounded, Qi Shaobai still had an expression of hopeless despair.

He had thought the English tutoring she spoke of was exam-focused.

Just dealing with it casually, churning through papers would be fine.

He didn't expect it to be such an immersive 3D experience.

At that moment, he felt just like Sun Wukong.

He desperately wanted to clutch his head and plead for mercy, to say "Master, stop reciting."

But he didn't dare.