Chapter 1 — After Getting Married, I Conquered My Grandson Who Lost His Voice First

The third day after I married into the Zhou family, my newlywed husband flew to Shenzhen to negotiate a company merger. He walked very decisively, his suit was neat, his expression bland, before leaving the door he left only one sentence: "If you have something to do, find Aunt Tran, if you don't have something to do, don't run around." I stood in the hallway, smiling the standard sweet smile of a newlywed wife: "Don't worry, dear husband, I'm very gentle." But as soon as the door closed, my smile immediately disappeared. What the hell is gentle? In this huge villa on the mountainside, I'm the only one left, along with a six-year-old boy holding a drawing board, looking at me coldly. Chu Du An. Son in name of my intermarried husband. To be more precise, the boy is his biological brother's son. The car accident on the mountain pass two years ago took the lives of the boy's parents and also took away his voice. From then on, the boy almost never opened his mouth. The doctor said, it's not that the boy can't talk, it's that he doesn't want to talk. As for me, an unlucky person who was packaged by my biological father to get married, and somehow became his stepmother. To prove that I am not a cruel woman who came here to compete for inheritance, make decorative vases or compete with children, I decided to start from the first day, using motherly love as warm as the spring breeze to touch the boy. So that night, I personally bathed, dried his hair, read fairy tales to put him to sleep, and also gave him a kiss on the cheek. As a result, this little debt covered his face, his ears turned red, and he clutched the writing board until he was shaking. On the board were scrawled the words: 【You are so arbitrary.】 I laughed so hard I crawled out of bed. From the next day, I felt more pressured by the water. A scent in the morning, a scent in the evening. A good mood is fragrant, a bad mood is also fragrant. Finally, on the night my newlywed husband came home from a business trip, this boy who normally looked at me like he saw a wild animal, hugged his small blanket, and proactively knocked on my door. The boy lowered his head, the roots of his ears were red, and raised the writing board in front of me. 【You still haven't kissed me today.】 Pausing for two seconds, it wrote again: 【If you sleep with me, I may not be angry.】 At that moment, I suddenly felt... This marriage, it seems I didn't lose much capital. After marrying into a wealthy family, my biggest task was not to please my cold-faced husband. It's about having to deal neatly with his nephew who has a speech impediment and has a stubborn and stubborn personality. I originally intended to pretend to be a gentle stepmother, but unexpectedly, after acting back and forth, the boy actually became addicted to me. But my husband is also "addicted". Later I found out... It turned out that this marriage was not just my father's calculation. But the man who looks the coldest, the most like an outsider, is the one who has been scheming the longest. “Big boy, if you don't pay attention to me anymore, I'll roll around on the floor and get angry.” Chu Du An sat on the carpet, holding a small drawing board, not even bothering to raise his head. The boy was coloring a robot, his expression focused as if he were participating in some international art exhibition. I sat cross-legged on the sofa, staring at it for three minutes, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. “Just say something, even if you scold me a few times, it's okay.” The boy's movements stopped a bit, and he finally raised his eyes to look at me. Those eyes are very complicated. Something like: Are you sick? Then, he took the electronic board next to him and tapped quickly with his fingers. 【You're so noisy.】 I held my chest, pretending to be deeply hurt. "Here I am, a newlywed woman as beautiful as a flower, helpless and helpless in this house. The only person who can talk dares to criticize me for being noisy." The boy's expression didn't change and he continued typing. 【There's also Aunt Tran.】

“Aunt Tran went to buy food.” 【You can watch TV.】 “TV is not as beautiful as you.”

As soon as this sentence came out, the boy's ears obviously turned a little red, he immediately lowered his head and continued drawing, not paying any attention to me. I couldn't help but get closer and lie down on the carpet to look at his picture. “This robot of yours is missing an arm.” It frowned at me and wrote: 【That's a mechanical wing.】

“Oh.” I nodded, pretending to suddenly understand. “It turns out that the world of your prodigies, mortals like me cannot understand.”

The boy looked at me, the corner of his mouth seemed to curl up ever so slightly. It's like I want to laugh, but I hold it back. My eyes were sharp, I immediately took the opportunity to move closer to it. "You smiled just now, right? You just smiled at me, right?" The boy moved to the side. 【No.】 “Obviously there is.” 【No.】 “Yes.” He didn't bother to write anymore, he grabbed the drawing board and tried to run away. I immediately grabbed the hem of his shirt and started to act: "Okay, it's true that something new has replaced the old. It's only been a few days since the Chu family brought me back, and you're already cold to me like that. I'm a lady who married here, being a stepmother is not easy, and yet you don't even know how to feel sorry for me." Chu Du An's whole body stiffened. He's probably never met anyone who "sings opera" as deeply as I do. After a while, he bowed his head and wrote a sentence: 【Not stepmother.】 I was stunned: "Hmm?" The boy wrote very slowly, as if he was seriously correcting me: 【It's little aunt.】 I stared at those four words for two seconds, my heart suddenly softened. That's right. It is not Chu Nghien Tu's biological child, but the child left by his brother. According to my role, I really should be his little aunt. But for some reason, ever since I got married here, looking at this boy with a serious face all day long, eating alone, painting alone, even frowning when he sleeps, I always feel heartbroken. I raised my hand to caress the boy's cheek. “Okay, so tell me, am I your little aunt, or am I your mother?” He pushed my hand away, his small face suddenly turned red, and he typed repeatedly: 【None.】

"So I'm very sad." I immediately fell onto the carpet, raised my hands to cover my eyes, and began to cry. “Huhuhu why is my fate so miserable, my husband is not at home, my children don't accept me, I don't even have a small cotton shirt that is my soulmate—”

After crying, someone gently touched my arm. I didn't move. One more touch. I secretly opened my finger a small slit and saw Chu Du An squatting next to me, pursing his lips and looking at me. He hesitated for a long time, then took out a milk candy from his pocket and placed it next to my hand. I was stunned. I know this candy. Last time I conveniently took a pill from him, he was so angry that he didn't even look at me for half an hour. Because the boy's teeth were not good, Aunt Tran did not feed him Many, this candy is a reward for each week of good performance, only one can be kept. But now, he has the heart to give it to me. My heart suddenly felt like I was hit by something soft. I jumped up, hugged him, and gave him a sharp kiss on the cheek. “Oh my god, why are you so cute!” Chu Du An exploded, covered his face and retreated, his ears and neck red, frantically typing on the electronic board: 【Don't kiss around!】

“Why not?” 【Girls are not allowed to kiss boys casually.】

I deliberately teased him: "But I like you, so I have to give you a kiss." He choked, bowed his head and wrote: 【That's no good.】

“But I also kissed your little uncle.” The boy's movements stopped. I continued to talk gibberish: "My little uncle has no opinion."

Chu Du An glared, seemingly shocked by my shamelessness. After half a day, he barely typed out a sentence: 【You adults' world, it's so strange.】 I laughed and rolled around, hugging him one more time. This time, although the boy still blushed and pushed me away, he was no longer angry to the point of wanting to cry like the first time. I silently raised my hand in a V in my heart. The first step of conquest, success!