Chapter 138: You Are the First Woman Your Young Master Has Ever Coaxed

After finishing her meal, Qin Shu went to learn how to make braised pork belly from the chef, intending to make this dish for Nangong Jin that evening.

She wanted to please her son and close the distance between them.

Nangong Cangming had returned to the company, and the Old Madam of the Nangong family had specifically left the time to the mother and son, going out herself to have afternoon tea with some wealthy ladies.

Only Nangong Jin and Qin Shu were left in the house; he hadn't gone to school that afternoon because Qin Shu had returned, and Nangong Cangming had asked for leave on his behalf.

Nangong Jin had no homework to do either, so he went upstairs after eating, tinkering with a pile of things in his room while waiting for Qin Shu to come find him.

In the past, those women who wanted to curry favor with him and please his uncle would 100% come up with carefully sliced fruit and pastries to flatter him.

Like a little adult, he crossed his legs and lay on the bed, waiting for Qin Shu to come up.

As it turned out, he waited and waited, his eyelids beginning to fight each other as he lay on the bed, and he was almost asleep, yet he still hadn't waited for Qin Shu to come up.

A loud "Boom—" sound woke Nangong Jin up with a start.

He was no longer sleepy, and his round, chubby little body tumbled off the bed:

"Ahhhhh, an explosion, an explosion! Come save your young master quickly!"

He shouted twice, but since nothing happened, he opened his eyes a crack, got up, and quickly ran down the stairs.

Nangong Jin ran downstairs and looked at the kitchen that had exploded, seeing flames still leaping out; his little face changed, and he roared, "Quick, get the fire extinguisher!"

He pointed his chubby little hand to the left: "It's in the cabinet on the left!"

Qin Shu immediately went to get the fire extinguisher and put out the fire.

Nangong Jin looked at the few lumps of pitch-black braised pork on the floor, staring at this masterpiece, completely stunned.

He stared blankly at the soot-covered, bewildered Qin Shu: "Are you trying to blow me up?"

"Or are you trying to poison me to death?"

Qin Shu: "..."

Qin Shu's little face was black, and she was also very embarrassed, blushing like a child who had made a mistake, and said softly, "Mommy was learning to cook."

Qin Shu truly had no talent for cooking; it could even be considered exceptionally terrible, a total mess in the kitchen, the kind that could poison people to death.

The chef was also covered in soot, lying to the side coughing frantically.

Nangong Jin looked at the kitchen, swallowed his saliva, and looked at Qin Shu as if she were some terrifying creature, his feet subconsciously taking a step back.

"I am not eating the food you make!"

After the little guy finished speaking, he immediately turned his head and ran, fearing that if he were a step too slow, Qin Shu would forcibly keep him there as a lab rat.

She was trying to murder him! It was too terrifying!

Qin Shu: "..."

It was over; there was no hope of getting close to her son.

He seemed even more afraid of her now.

At the dinner table, Nangong Jin saw that dish of braised pork, tensed his body, and blinked his eyes.

He would absolutely not touch this braised pork!

Although he was small, he valued his life!

Seeing that Nangong Jin never picked up the braised pork, Qin Shu explained, "Mommy bought this specifically for you."

"I didn't make it."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Jin immediately let out a sigh of relief, picked up his chopsticks, and placed a piece of braised pork into Nangong Cangming's bowl first: "Uncle, this is for you."

He held his chopsticks, looked at the man, and urged, "Eat it quickly!"

Nangong Cangming: "..."

Nangong Cangming used his chopsticks to pick it up and put it in his mouth; Nangong Jin kept observing his expression, and seeing that he had no pained expression and didn't spit it out,

Nangong Jin then began to pick up a piece of braised pork and happily put it into his own little bowl.

Qin Shu felt that this child was too smart.

Nangong Old Master looked at Qin Shu; he had returned that afternoon.

"Huahua, this brat hit a classmate at school; go to the school tomorrow to handle it."

Qin Shu: "Alright, Grandfather."

Hearing this, Nangong Jin immediately sat quietly and stopped being naughty or causing trouble.

He was most afraid of having his parents called in.

Every time, the teacher would ask him to call his mom and dad to school, but he didn't have any, and this was the time he hated most.

After the meal, Nangong Jin went upstairs, sat in his little rocking chair, drank some tea, and ate the grapes that the servant had washed and brought up.

The little guy ate a grape and sighed long and hard: "Sigh, children without parents have to grow up early."

"I am a little man, I'm not afraid at all!"

Qin Shu stopped at the doorway and heard this, her heart aching.

"Jinbao."

Nangong Jin turned his head, not expecting Qin Shu to have come up, and widened his eyes: "Who let you come up?"

His whole body was bristling with thorns, and he was fiercely cute: "Without this young master's permission, you are not allowed to come up!"

Qin Shu had studied psychology and knew what he was afraid of; this child had too strong a sense of self-esteem and was very sensitive, and because he hadn't had parents by his side to care for him since he was small, he must have suffered many cold looks.

The Nangong Family gave him endless love and material comfort, but the roles of mom and dad were something no one could replace.

When a person lacks self-confidence, they will always display an unreasonable, aggressive side due to extreme inferiority and anxiety.

Qin Shu looked at this fierce little son, her heart aching sharply; she stepped forward, pressed him into her arms in a few quick movements, and ignoring his struggles, held the little guy tightly in her embrace.

"Whether you believe it or not, I am your mother, your biological one."

"I am not someone else, nor am I someone else in disguise."

Qin Shu told him very seriously: "Nangong Jin, you are the child I gave birth to with my life."

Nangong Jin looked up fiercely: "Then why did you dump me at Great-Grandmother's house when I was little and never come to see me?"

"You say I'm your son, but for four years, you haven't come back even once!"

"There's no mother in this world who acts like that!"

Listening to the little one's every accusation, tears fell from Qin Shu's eyes; plop, scalding tears dropped onto the back of Nangong Jin's hand.

"Son, it is Mother who has failed you."

Nangong Jin was stunned, and suddenly he quieted down.

His fingers curled slightly, and he felt miserable in his heart, wanting to cry too, but during these four years of being abandoned, when others scolded him for having no father or mother, she had never come to see him once.

Other children had parents to protect them when they were bullied, but he only had his uncle.

"Mother signed a secret agreement back then and had to go participate in a very important job."

"When Mother left, it wasn't on purpose to abandon you."

The corners of Qin Shu's eyes were red, and her voice was hoarse: "Mother didn't know you were still alive."

"Mother thought you were dead."

Nangong Jin understood; he looked at the woman in front of him crying so sadly and awkwardly handed her a tissue: "Hey, stop crying."

"You are the first woman this young master has ever coaxed."

He muttered in a low voice: "Sour and spicy, I don't really blame you that much anyway, I've already made it through four years."

The more he said this, the more Qin Shu felt she owed him, and she cried even harder.

Nangong Jin: "..."

"Nangong Jin, if you dare make your mother cry, I'll break your dog legs today!" Nangong Old Master picked up a stick and rushed over.

He knew this kid had a wild temper, a little Tyrannosaurus Rex who was not to be trifled with, and fearing this brat would act out, he had snuck over to take a look.

As a result, he saw this scoundrel of a kid making his only precious granddaughter cry!