Stepmom Male Lead Villain

Chapter 24

During the month when the original owner was working at the Dorsett Hotel, the boss worked overtime or socialized until late and would immediately return to the hotel upon completion. He never even went home to check; how did he know his son's schedule?

Gathering all the evidence, the boss just put up the front. However, what Yan Shuyu was thinking was no problem. Zhang Yuanbao, worried that his uncle would think that he was inferior to Zhou Yi, had already stood up for himself and said, "Uncle Zhou, Yuanbao went to bed and got up early as well!" As she said it, she even spontaneously yawned to show that she was indeed sleepy.

This child actor.

Yan Shuyu could not bear to see him anymore, so she turned around. The reason he had made had been destroyed so he had to make a new one. Meanwhile, the adult and child duo Zhou Qinhe and Zhang Yuanbao returned to chat with each other. Zhou Qinhe asked Zhang Yuanjia what he usually did after he came home and the little boy told him that he was going to take a bath and his mother was going to read stories to him in bed.

"Did mom help you take a shower?"

Zhang Yuanjia shook his head proudly. "No, Yuanbao knows how to bathe himself."

“You are very good.” Zhou Qinhe generously shared the praise. "Xiao Yi isn't as mature as you are."

Zhang Yuanjia might look mature, but he was actually a very competitive little boy. Zhou Qinhe's praise was the one he liked to hear the most. The little boy could not help but look extremely arrogant. But he still knows to be polite. “Zhou Yi is also a very good boy, and smart. He's more fun playing than the kids at my school.”

Zhang Yuanjia sounded very sincere when he said that. He may be a very articulate child that other children would love to be friends with, but for children who are adults beyond his age, he or she may be happy to be around other children who are also adults beyond their age. That was also the reason why Zhang Yuanjia was happy to be around Tongtong, who was two years older than him. They shared the same language and although the little male leader Zhou Yi was half a year younger than him, he was also a mature child. When there was no conflict between the two, Zhang Yuanjia preferred to be near people who were like him.

When the topic of the conversation turned to the little boy he had only met once, Zhang Yuanjia asked Uncle Zhou with anticipation, "When can Zhou Yi go out and play?"

“She usually only comes out to play on weekends.”

"Oh yeah? The movement to expose sexual violence to eliminate it!" Zhang Yuanjia offers an invitation, “You can take him to Sunshine House, Uncle. That way we can play together.”

Zhou Qinhe's lips curved upwards and he cheerfully agreed, "OK."

Yan Shuyu, "......"

He has not found a reason for tonight and his son FWS is already dating his father and son Zhou. He really tried hard to pull his leg. Now, Yan Shuyu was worried about the two of them continuing to chat with each other. He dragged his son towards him and forced himself to say, “Boss Zhou, it is now late. Let me take Yuanbao upstairs, and I'll be back quickly. Please wait."

"Oh, I see," Zhou Qinhe said as she pursed her lips.

Yan Shuyu dragged his son closer to him but Zhang Yuanjia and Zhou Qinhe were still holding hands. On the last thing he said, Zhou Qinhe finally slowly let go of Zhang Yuanjia's hand.

Zhou Qinhe looked at the little boy by his feet and said, slightly disappointed, "Aww, I wish I could go and see what book Yuanbao read before he went to sleep so I could buy the same book for Xiao. Yi too. Well, if it's gonna trouble you, then that's it. ”

Now, Yan Shuyu had been dueling with the boss for a while now. A simple retreat to advance a tactic like this had no effect whatsoever on him. Zhang Yuanjia, on the other hand, who was mature before his age but had yet to understand the crimes of others, had no resistance against him.

The little boy looked at his mother and with the funniest look at her, he begged, "Mom, can't we invite Uncle Zhou upstairs?"

“No, we can't.” Although her son was very cute when he did that and made her want to hug him, kiss him, and lift him into the air, this was a matter of principle. She resisted the temptation to give up and act cold like a stepmother.

"Why not?"

Yan Shuyu suddenly became a genius and came up with a good reason, “Because mother is female and Uncle Zhou is male. We shouldn't be in the same room together. Just like at school, boys shouldn't get into girls' bathrooms, right?”

Yan Shuyu did not really expect her 5-year-old son to understand the difference between a boy and a girl. He was mainly talking to Zhou Qinhe. Yet the hinted man did not even flinch and acted as if he had heard nothing. He only calmly and indifferently watched the mother and son pair duel in front of him.

Zhang Yuanjia was a very intelligent boy, he immediately found a gap in the other party's words and said, “But Yang-gege is also a boy. He came to our house earlier.”

The man who acted indifferently a few seconds ago suddenly became extremely curious. He asked, "Who's Yang-gegege?"

“Yang-gege is ...” It was not an easy question for little boy Zhang Yuanbao. He tilted his head and thought about it for a while before he remembered that both his mother and the other older sisters at work all referred to Yang-gege as “manager”, so he happily replied, “Yang-gege is mom's manager! ”

Zhang Yuanjia nodded firmly but Uncle Zhou's attention had stayed away from him long ago.

Zhou Qinhe gave Yan Shuyu a glance and a smile that was not a smile and asked, "He who just let you down, right?"

It was not a very sharp look, but it was enough to make Yan Shuyu shiver and become extremely nervous. Again, he felt like someone caught cheating.

But, giving him more thought, it would make sense. After all, the boss had already come and proposed. That is, they had a special relationship in his eyes. And not only did the "other man" drive his son and him home, he even invited himself. Yet he came up with all sorts of excuses towards the boss who also wanted to rise to the top. How is that the right thing to do?

Of course, Yan Shuyu did not feel bad about it, but she felt intimidated! The boss behavior lately has been very strange. What if she was so jealous that she decided to take him out at all?

He was unable to offend the domineering boss. Oh, no, no, no. So Yan Shuyu had no choice but to change to tune immediately. "alright. I'll be honest with you, Boss Zhou. Our house is small and messy. I'm just not going to want to offend your eyes by asking you to come over, but if you don't mind, would you like to come over for tea?”

Upon seeing that his mother had changed her mind, Zhang Yuanbao turned his head back to look at Uncle Zhou with anticipation.

Uncle Zhou, however, had already lost his interest. “No, it's okay. I'll wait here only.”

Damnit damnit! Yan Shuyu was convinced that he had made a mental note about this incident to retaliate later on. All the CEOs under the sun were very shortsighted.

As Yan Shuyu was pinning it on her head, she became even more anxious. He took a step forward, passing his son. Standing in front of the boss, he said very sincerely, "Boss Zhou, we both really want you to come with us if we can have the honor."

Yeah, how fast has the table changed? A few minutes ago, the boss was eager to go to their place and he gave everything he could to prevent him from doing that. Now that his boss was "just fine" with it, it was his turn to firmly invite him upstairs. Even Yan Shuyu had to bemoan things that had changed. Of course, the way he looked at the boss was still very sincere.

“Eh?” Yan Shuyu did not notice the strange pause when the boss mentioned their "relationship. He's very confused. How did the topic of conversation from rising to her place become how did she greet him? Without thinking, he said, “Then how should I call you? 'Brother Zhou'?"

Zhou Qinhe, "......"

Many different people have referred to him differently throughout his life. Only the closest people will call him by his name. Most others would refer to him as "Young Master", or "Young Master Zhou". Of course, most of him got "Boss Zhou", "CEO Zhou", "Boss" (in Chinese), and "Boss" (in English) in recent years. But, this must have been the first time he had heard something as farmer-like as "Brother Zhou". Even he was dumbfounded beyond words for a bit there.

After he said that, Yan Shuyu realized that he was unrealistic here. She's just a cannon fodder stepmother here. How could she have thought that her boss would become her brother and become the instant aunt of the male lead? It was a shameless move on his part!

After she finished self-deprecating, Yan Shuyu waved her hand and said, “Don't mind this detail. Let's go."

Zhou Qinhe's initial plan was to drive it as far as he could, but upon hearing his words, he was, somehow, a little moved. He saw two faces of different sizes that were filled with anticipation. Although that larger facial expression was a little exaggerated, that gaze still touched something inside him.

For the first time in his life, Zhou Qinhe gave up on his plan. Meeting the gaze of the mother and child, he slightly nodded and said, "OK."

"Big!" said Yan Shuyu with relief. His son in one hand, he led the boss towards his building excitedly. At that moment, he had already forgotten all about how he dug his legs in just two minutes ago trying to stop him from going to his place.

Zhang Yuanbao also had a happy expression on his face as he extended his hand and said, "Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Qinhe also reached out and grabbed his hand.

Two adults and a child held hands and walked to the elevator together. No matter how one looked at it, they looked like a family of three.

And just like that, even though it was against his wishes, Yan Shuyu had to put up a Have-Bos-Zhou-As-Tamu-I-That-That-Yang-Honored look as she walked towards her apartment one step. at one time with the boss following behind him. He slowly pulled out his key to open the door.

As he opened the door, Yan Shuyu thought anxiously. She and her son were delighted with their small place with a niche window with incoming sunlight, light yellow flower wallpaper, and a clean wooden floor. This greatly satisfies their needs as petty bourgeois. But the one-bedroom apartment was less than 50 m2 in size. In the eyes of the boss, it was probably more like a dog house than an apartment.

He moved too early. The original owner had yet to move into the mansion, so Yan Shuyu had no idea what his boss house was like. However, he was familiar with the boss's private room at Hotel Dorsett – as the owner of Hotel Dorsett, Zhou Qinhe's private room was even more luxurious than the presidential room.

No matter the other facilities, only the bathroom in his room was larger than the size of his entire apartment. Not only has a spacious shower, but also a two-person size bathtub. There are also recliners and end tables that face the windows from the ceiling to the floor. Yan Shuyu could truly imagine the boss bathing the bathtub every day and sitting on the recliner with a glass of red wine, overlooking the entire city skyline at night. If his mood was right, he could even call someone to massage him and enjoy his enchanting life.

Even so, Yan Shuyu still wondered if being poor had limited her imagination. Perhaps, he did not even understand what happiness would be like for someone like a boss.

And, as far as he knew, the Dorsett Hotel was just one of the many places he visited. One of the original co-owners once mentioned that in all the Dorsett Hotel chains, even those his boss had never visited, would have such rooms reserved for him. That is to say that this type of "station" is nothing special to the boss. He might not even think about them too much. That is, the true luxury of his home would exceed Yan Shuyu's imagination. After all, if they could not even convey the grandeur of such a mansion on TV, he would not use anything as a frame of reference.

But he didn't have to imagine anything. Letting the boss, already accustomed to a type of caliber like the Dorsett Hotel, visit his shabby little house puts a lot of pressure on him, all due to his own arrogance.

Yan Shuyu was a very vain person. Ever since she had an intimate night with the boss, she could no longer see him as a stranger. So the boss, in his mind, was "his servant whom he would never see or talk to again". And now, the boss acted like he was completely turned upside down, and to be with her, he was even willing to move the story two years ahead to marry her. He was quite touched by the fact that he had gone from "the damned ex" to "the somersaulted ex".

After all, Yan Shuyu had always been very proud of herself. It was one thing he tried so hard to push her away, though, but having someone as extraordinary as the male lead's father and someone he couldn't dream of because his suitor was still very much stroking his ego. Deep down, he was perfectly fine with this loyal suitor.

However, the boss, for incomprehensible reasons, insists on rising to his place. Yan Shuyu was troubled by that. What if the boss saw that his residence was really not too complicated? Will he be disappointed in her? Perhaps, he might even change his mind and just turn around and leave?

He should be happy to be able to scare "the most loyal fans" for granted, but if that was the reason why it happened, he couldn't feel happy about it either. In fact, he would feel extremely depressed. After all, he wanted his pride to stay awake.

Since she had the burden of being a goddess, her actions of opening the door became increasingly slow. So slow that the little boy on one side became impatient and volunteered, "Mom, let me help you ~"

He placed his two small, fat hands on the back of his hands and pushed. And the door just opened.

There was no light in the room, but there was a recess window right in front of them with the curtains opened. Street lights and fluorescent lights alone are enough to illuminate a room. Standing at the door, one could clearly see the narrow street, the mini kitchen, and most of the bedrooms. Yan Shuyu, carrying his heavy burden, was unwilling to peek at his boss.

Maybe his head worked with him. Zhou Qinhe only observed the room once, frowning slightly, but immediately returned to his usual look. He looked back at Yan Shuyu and looked into her eyes.

His appearance was as calm and serene as ever, as if his place was as seedy as he had imagined.

That boss, indeed, boss. He's not scared at all. Yan Shuyu was not sure whether she should feel happy or sad about it. He daydreamed for a while before he realized that he was caught peeping at her. He quickly tried to smooth the situation by saying, “Her room is a bit messy, Boss. Ha ha ha."

He has no choice. He didn't want a conversation about how to refer to the boss anymore. Yan Shuyu decided to reduce the number of times he called her as "Boss Zhou" forward; instead, she would use "you" instead.

Boss Zhou, indeed, did not mind. Casually, he added, "It's okay."

“Eh?” For a moment, Yan Shuyu was unsure whether it was praise or sarcasm. Quickly, Zhou Qinhe explained to him kindly, "Given how you're usually not very good at small things, I thought your house would be like that too."

Yan Shuyu, "......"

So he said that the place wasn't quite a mess. Now, he was really not sure what to say.

Zhou Qinhe had a deadly observation. Yan Shuyu was indeed the type who did not focus too much on details normally. Before she moved, she was still a little girl whose clothes were folded by her mother, and her room was cleaned by a part-time maid. Obviously, being transmigrated would not directly change it. Unfortunately, she had become an instant mother after she woke up. He might not care too much about living in a place with clothes strewn everywhere, but he would not let the child live in such an environment.

Yan Shuyu slowly started folding clothes and tidying up the bed every day and gaining good daily habits. Although he did not like cleaning, he would mop the floor at least once a week, so the room looked relatively clean.

As for neatness, it could mostly be attributed to how poor he was. He could not even bring himself to buy too many clothes, let alone add anything to the apartment. During the two months since her migration, the only "big item" added to the apartment was an electric piano. And it was a gift from Manager Yang. He didn't even have to spend a penny. That should show how poor he really is. And because there are not many items in the house, of course the place will look neat.