Son of the Sea - Chapter 3

With that thought, I told Lan Jin to point his camera at the bed.

At first, he did not catch on.

He lifted the duvet and was about to show me beneath the bed as well.

Then I raised my chin and told him to pick up the nightgown.

“Why is my nightgown on your bed?”

Lan Jin’s grip tightened around it, and his ears instantly turned scarlet.

Yet he still explained without expression, “I packed it by mistake while preparing my luggage. I laid it out so I wouldn’t forget to bring it back.”

The comments:

【Villain dad, do you hear yourself? “I laid it out so I wouldn’t forget to bring it back.”】

【Their family is rich enough that they each have a separate dressing room. And that’s a pink nightgown. Sure, what a perfectly innocent mistake.】

【Whether it was an accident or he couldn’t sleep because he missed his wife and needed her nightgown in his arms, I’ll judge for myself.】

As if afraid I would keep questioning him about it.

Lan Jin tucked the nightgown beneath the duvet.

Then he began reporting on his market survey.

“The project is highly feasible. If it is implemented successfully, preliminary estimates indicate it will generate at least seventy million US dollars in profit for the company…”

Watching him speak with such solemn composure.

I could not resist interrupting. “When are you coming home? There’s something important I want to discuss with you.”

Lan Jin froze. Whatever came to mind made his face change.

“What is it…”

“I heard Ji Yu came back a few days ago…”

What did this have to do with Ji Yu?

I was about to speak.

Little Lan Tang, who had been watching from the side, tugged on my clothes.

“Mom, is that Dad? Can I talk to him for a little while?”

I nodded and handed him the phone.

Excitedly, he told Lan Jin all about how I had watched a movie with him that day.

At the end, I heard Lan Jin warn him, “Don’t keep playing near water. Be careful, understand?”

By the time the phone returned to me, the call had already ended.

Lan Jin had also left a message saying he would be busy for the next few days and would not be in touch.

Me: …

Fine. At worst, I would wait at home for a few days.

Early the next morning.

I turned on the television out of habit.

【We interrupt this program with a breaking report. The cause of last night’s multi-vehicle collision on the cross-sea bridge has now been determined…】

A crash. The cross-sea bridge.

So the comments had been telling the truth.

The comments now:

【The villain’s mom escaped her death. Does that mean everything will be fine now? I actually ship her with the villain’s dad. Their family of three must look incredible together.】

【You’re not the only one! Lots of us ship them. I’ve got fanfic about them, including some heh-heh-heh human-and-nonhuman scenes. Want a copy?】

【May that kind soul have one hundred and eight babies in a single birth. Send me a copy too!】

【No, don’t celebrate yet. What if the plot corrects itself automatically? What if merely going to see Ji Yu triggers Shen Qiuwu’s death? She doesn’t know that. Can she avoid him every time?】

I could.

I took threats to my life very seriously.

From now on, I would steer clear of Ji Yu.

Over the next several days, I stayed home with Lan Tang.

I could not kiss or cuddle that soft little face of his.

But he always played somewhere he could see me.

Whenever I looked over, his eyes curved into a smile.

My heart melted completely.

I wanted to do something for him.

So I began studying recipes with our cook.

To my surprise, Lan Tang cleaned his plate whenever I cooked.

Just as I began to believe I had maxed out my natural talent for cooking.

He suddenly clutched his stomach and whimpered.

“What’s wrong? Did something you ate upset your stomach?”

He shook his head and refused to speak.

I hurriedly summoned the family doctor.

After a lengthy examination, the doctor produced a box of digestive tablets.

“He’s overeaten. If he’s very uncomfortable, you can rub his stomach for him.”

I looked at little Lan Tang lying on the bed with his eyes closed, too embarrassed to face me, and could not help finding it funny.

“No matter how good something tastes, you shouldn’t eat until your stomach hurts.”

Lan Tang’s gaze flickered. “Because you made it, Mom…”

Because his mother had made it, he wanted every bite inside his belly.

I froze, my nose stinging.

“I’ll cook for you often from now on.

How about I rub your tummy now?”

Lan Tang’s lashes trembled and trembled.

He was torn, but he could not bear to refuse.

Just this once.

He could manage it.

Thinking that.

He nodded faintly.

But the moment my hand touched his round little belly.

Lan Tang’s body began to change.