Chapter 1149: Actually, Mom Isn't Here, and I Can Do Everything Myself

"Oh my, you really can do everything? I thought you couldn't."

The more surprised the other children were, the more smug Moli became: "Of course I can do everything, it's just that my mom thinks I can't."

Mentioning his mom, he didn't feel like crying anymore.

He ate mouthful after mouthful, wolfing down his food because he was too hungry.

Halfway through, he remembered what his mom said—to chew his food slowly and carefully, as eating too fast would cause indigestion and be bad for his stomach.

So he slowed down his pace and continued elegantly.

Moli ate two bowls of rice in a row, and it was especially delicious.

The food he usually ate was calculated by his mom for calories, vitamins, and the content of various nutrients before she let him eat it; she rarely considered taste or preference.

It's so delicious; the food at the Sheng Family is very tasty, better than the food at home.

Once full and satisfied, he felt sleepy.

Crying is also hard work, and after being tossed about all day, he was now so sleepy he couldn't keep his eyes open.

Returning to his room, he didn't even take a bath; he threw himself onto the bed and fell asleep, falling asleep in seconds.

Shi Youxuan carefully tucked him in, turned off the light, then gently pulled the door shut and came out, yawning as she returned to her own room.

Sheng Hanyu had already washed up and was leaning against the headboard reading a book.

Seeing his wife enter, he put down the book and asked, "Moli didn't go back to crying for his mom, did he?"

"No, he was sleepy once he was full. He didn't even change into pajamas or take a bath when he got back to his room; he just fell asleep."

He smiled and gave his wife a thumbs-up: "Amazing, even Jian Yixin can be tamed by you. This is only possible for you; if it were anyone else, she would have fought to the death."

Shi Youxuan: "I can't watch a perfectly good child become a mama's boy, or a perfectly good Jian Yixin become a child-obsessed mother. Although I'm playing the villain for now, they will understand eventually; they will understand that I am doing this for their own good."

"Such an idea is something only a woman who possesses both wisdom and beauty, kindness and courage, could come up with..."

He picked up the book again and continued reading.

Every time his wife boasted about herself, it tended to be endless; she simply couldn't stop!

That's right, everything she said was correct.

But praise is the sort of thing that shouldn't be done by oneself, right?

Usually, the style should be for others to offer praise, and then the person themselves responds modestly: "Oh no, no, I could do even better, I'm not as good as you say..."

Shi Youxuan never did that.

She simply didn't know that "modesty" was a virtue.

"There aren't many people as excellent as me. Sheng Hanyu, you must have saved the galaxy in your past life to be able to marry me, so you must cherish me especially in this life, you know? Go run a bath for me."

"It's already run, go wash up."

Sheng Hanyu is a majestic and imposing CEO outside, but at home, he is a wife-slave.

Especially in their own room, Shi Youxuan basically doesn't bother with small tasks like running a bath or tidying up the bathroom.

She yawned, then walked into the bathroom, noticed something wasn't quite right, and looked back to see her husband had followed her in...

The next day.

Early morning.

The Sheng Family.

Shi Youxuan opened her eyes and stretched comfortably; the curtains were already drawn, and as usual, her husband was not by her side.

Sheng Hanyu had a habit of morning jogging; at this time, he should be out running.

On the nightstand, as usual, sat a cup of warm milk. In winter, the temperature would be a little higher, and in summer, a little lower, but without exception, it was always the most suitable temperature for drinking.

Sheng Hanyu did this very well; he could calculate the time his wife woke up and the temperature of the milk with extreme precision, and he basically never made a mistake.

The first thing she did upon waking wasn't to wash up, but to open the door and listen for movement outside.

There was no movement outside; it was quiet. No movement was the best news—either Moli wasn't awake yet, or he had adapted.

She rinsed her mouth briefly, then came back and drank the milk.

Only then did she return to the washroom to wash up and change clothes.

When Shi Youxuan went downstairs, the floor below was already very lively.

The children were all there, and Moli was too!

It was just that Moli wasn't chatting and laughing like the others; he sat on the sofa, sullen, with his shirt buttons misaligned.

"Good morning, Mom."

"Good morning!"

"Good morning, Mom."

"Good morning, Mom."

"Good morning, Auntie."

The children greeted Shi Youxuan one by one, but Moli did not.

Shi Youxuan took the initiative to greet him: "Good morning, Moli."

"It's not good."

"Oh, you feel it's not good because your buttons are misaligned? Just re-button them; do you need help?"

She deliberately changed the subject and prepared to go over to help, but was rejected: "I don't need you to worry about it, I want to find my mom."

She hadn't thought that just one incident yesterday would completely change Moli.

Ice three feet thick is not formed in a single day. She could fool him last night, but such a trick could only be used once; using it again would greatly reduce its effectiveness, or it might not work at all.

Shi Youxuan changed tactics: "Your mom and dad went out to make up for their honeymoon; they aren't at home."

"I want to call my mom."

"There's no signal where she went; there should be a signal around the afternoon."

Fang Jie came out of the kitchen and called everyone to eat breakfast.

Moli did not move from his spot; he refused to eat breakfast!

Sheng Zihan wanted to persuade him, but was stopped by his mother: "Let's go, he isn't hungry. Let's all go eat, I'm hungry."

In a moment, the large living room was empty.

All the laughter and chatter drifted over from the dining room next door.

Moli felt very bitter inside.

His impression of the Sheng Family became even worse!

At home, if he said he had no appetite or didn't want to eat, it would be a huge deal.

His mother would be incredibly anxious, trying all sorts of ways to make delicious food, doing everything possible to get him to eat a few more bites.

It was nothing like here; he just said out of spite that he didn't want to eat, and they really wouldn't coax him anymore?

Ten minutes later.

Moli confirmed that truly no one had come back to coax him or ask him to eat breakfast.

He felt very aggrieved and wanted to cry!

Moli's stomach wasn't actually hungry; he had eaten very well before going to sleep yesterday, and he wasn't hungry at all this morning.

But not being hungry was one thing, and the fact that because he said he wasn't hungry, they stopped inviting him to have breakfast together was another.

At home, the days of being doted on by everyone and having special privileges everywhere were gone, which made Moli feel aggrieved.

If it were any other time, he would cry if he felt aggrieved.

But now, he had to swallow his grievances, hold them inside, and endure without crying!

Crying would lead to being sold tickets, and he would even be asked to take photos or record videos.

It was too much; he couldn't let them succeed, so he had to swallow his grievances and not cry!

After breakfast.

Everyone came out of the dining room and began discussing the matter of visiting others.

Today is the second day of the Lunar New Year.

It should be the day for women to take their children to visit their maiden homes; Shi Youxuan's maiden homes are the Shi Family and the Ji Family, but Shi Yucheng is not in Jiangzhou, and Yuke lives in the countryside and cannot return, so there is no need to visit her maiden home.

There is no need to visit her maiden home, but the Jian Family must be visited!

Lady Jian has passed menopause and has become kind and elegant again; for the past few years, she has sent many New Year gifts in advance every year.

The value of the gift is not in its weight, but in the sentiment.

Moreover, it is impolite not to reciprocate; every year during the New Year, Shi Youxuan and Sheng Hanyu also go over to pay a New Year call.

In previous years it was nothing, but this year it is a bit difficult—because of Moli!