Morning, the Heir

Chapter 22: How Soft She Was
Translator: 安贝-Peggyan
Lin Xiaomi said with her teeth gnashed, “You can oppress me to death, but Little Nipper will stay here, anyway. If you don’t like it, you can leave, and nobody will stop you.”

When she said the last few words, her breath turned weak.

Having indifferently watched her for a while who had her face blushed but refused to change her mind, Leng Yihuang instantly felt boring and sat up in fury.

When the weight suddenly disappeared, she took a deep breath. Not until now did she realize the importance of air.

She was almost oppressed to death just now and even felt she became a little flat.

Son of a bitch! He stayed at hers for nothing and now dared to bully her.

After a long time, she felt she was still alive. Watching the angry man beside her, she stretched out her leg and kick him on his butt with her full force.

He was caught off guard and immediately fell onto the ground.

“Lin Xiaomi!!” shouted he while biting his teeth. It took two seconds for him to make a reaction.

Like being haunted by Little Nipper, she bolted out and refuted back. “You deserved it.”

It was the first time she had cooked after these days. Although she wanted to drive him out of her house, she wasn’t a bad person. He had no money, and she hadn’t left food for him these days, so she was also afraid that he would be starved silly.

However, her cooking was one thing, but what she cooked was another thing.

Thus, the dishes tonight included Sweet and Sour Carp, Tomato Braised Cauliflower, Spicy and Sour Shredded Potatoes, and Soup with Sauerkraut.

He had said he didn’t like sour food, but she added vinegar into each dish.

Before eating, she pulled Little Nipper out of the bottom of the cabinet, placed it in the cage that was then put beside the tea table, and gave it a spinach leaf. Subsequently, Little Nipper ate it with a tremble.

With a bowl in his hand, he had his face darkened and found it hard to eat.

She never picked on food, so she ate two bowls of rice confronted with his darkened face.

She felt overjoyed after giving vent to her grievance.

He stared at her gloating face indifferently and felt that she still lacked being bullied.

She then gave him a soft smile, took Little Nipper out the cage and held its short legs to wave at him. “Little Nipper, say hello to your Black-faced Uncle.”

He sneered at this name and threw a glance over.

Little Nipper lowered its head and instantly buried its head into her legs, shivering like a sieve.

She indignantly patted its head and said, “Little Nipper, man up, will you?”

She brought it back to make him suffer, but unexpectedly, it saw him as if a mouse saw a cat. It was fine if she held it. The moment it approached him, it shivered like a patient with epilepsy.

She felt hopeless at its timidity and totally forgot that she acted like the same as it when she was glared by him.

She whispered to it, “Don’t be afraid of him. Mommy is here, so you glare at him.”

Hearing the word “mommy”, he almost spat out the food and stared at her up and down like watching a monster. “To my surprise, you can give birth to a Guinea pig.”

“Bah! It’s you who give birth to it.” She held Little Nipper into her arms and placed it before him. “Bite him!”

As he threw a sharp glance at, it instantly made a freaky noise with its long hair rising on end. It was so frightening that it fled in any way but bumped on one leg of the table. Afterward, it dizzily bolted out and hid under the cabinet in the end, refusing to come out.