Chapter 3 — After Getting Married, I Conquered My Grandson Who Lost His Voice First

That night after dinner, Aunt Tran's family had an emergency so she asked for two days off. Before leaving, her aunt stood at the door and told her five times seven times: "Madam, the young master is afraid of the dark at night. If there is thunder, remember to come and see him." "He doesn't like to express himself, but in his heart he knows how to accept people. You spend more time with him, he's actually very happy." I nodded in agreement, but in my heart I still felt a little indifferent. Receive people? The boy's eyes looked at me every day, just like an innocent child forced to live under the same roof with a mentally ill person. At about nine o'clock in the evening, it really started to get windy outside. I cut a plate of fruit and went to the children's room to look for it. The door is not locked. When I pushed the door in, Chu Du An was sitting on the edge of the bed painting, wearing milky yellow pajamas, with soft, newly washed hair. Hearing the noise, he raised his head to look at me, his face still full of alertness. I smiled and walked in: "Aunt Tran isn't home, I'll be in charge of taking care of you tonight." He bowed his head and wrote: 【No need.】

"That can't be right, now I am the most loving person in this house." I put down the fruit plate, my eyes glanced at the clothes he hadn't changed yet, and immediately came up with an idea. “Go, let's take a shower.”

The boy was stunned, before he could react, I picked him up. Chu Du An was not light at all, but I tried to hold my breath and carry him to the bathroom. “Don't struggle, stepmother's love… no, little aunt's love, you have to feel it.” I took off his clothes on all fours. Who would have thought that as soon as the clothes fell to the ground, the little sweetheart immediately covered himself with his hands, his whole face turned red like a gauze, his eyes filled with resentment and condemnation. I almost laughed out loud. “Are you even ashamed?” The boy pursed his lips, puffed his cheeks and glared at me. I tested the water temperature with my hand, then placed it in the bathtub. “Don't worry, I won't laugh at you.” As a result, after saying that sentence, I couldn't help but laugh. Because his appearance of feeling both sorry for himself and angry but unable to do anything to me really looked like a small cat being forced to take a bath. I held back my laughter, took a bath sponge and rubbed it with foam. “Do you not want me to bathe you?” He nodded vigorously. “Then say it out loud, say you don't want it, I'll forgive you.” The boy glared at me, his chest heaving twice, clearly angry. His lips opened and closed again, but no sound came from his throat. My heart suddenly tightened. But on the surface, I still deliberately raised my eyebrows: "Can't say anything? Then you have to listen to me." He angrily turned his head away, not even looking at me. I don't tease too much anymore, I lighten my movements a bit, rinse him, dry his hair, and change his pajamas. Throughout the process, Chu Du An puffed his cheeks, looking like a small puffer fish that had just suffered a humiliating humiliation. As soon as he finished cleaning up, he immediately put on his slippers and waddled out. I followed him out to the living room, saw him holding an electronic board, quickly typing a line, almost right in my face: 【You have no shame.】 I blinked, pretending not to see. "Wow, whose kid's handwriting is this beautiful?" He got mad at me and chased me with the electronic board. I decided to run slowly around the living room in circles. “Come here come here, the little train rolls by then here—" He stood in place, his ears were red, his chest was heaving, finally deciding to turn away and not pay attention to me anymore. I had enough laughing, walked over, squatted down, lifted his face, "Squeaked" on his forehead. "Okay, no more joking." “You look so cute when you're angry.” The boy stiffened. After a while, he slowly raised his hand to touch his forehead, as if he didn't expect me to do this. Looking at his appearance, my heart suddenly softened. Actually, if you think about it carefully, he is just a six year old child. It's obvious that at an age where you should be hugged and comforted, you learn how to be quiet first, learn how not to bother others. I reached out and rubbed his head, my voice also softened. “Let's go, let's take you back to bed.” It didn't budge. I just lowered my head to look at the toes of my shoes. After a few seconds of silence, I reached out and gently grabbed the corner of my shirt. Very light movement. But it seemed like for the first time, it showed a little dependence on me. I stopped, suddenly something hit me in the bottom of my heart and made me weak. It seems that this boy doesn't hate me as much as he seems. I looked at the hand holding my shirt and deliberately lowered my voice: "What's wrong, can't bear to let me go?" The base of Chu Du An's ears turned red and he immediately tried to withdraw his hand. I quickly opened my eyes, turned my hand and grabbed its small hand tightly, shaking it: "If I hold it, I'll hold it, it's too late to regret it now." He looked away, his mouth pursed tightly. The sound of the wind outside grew louder and louder, the shadows of the trees pressed against the curtains, swaying like blocks of black ink. I was about to tease two more sentences, but in the next second, a roar of thunder tore through the horizon. “Doang—” Chu Du An visibly trembled. Even though the amplitude is very small, I can still see it. His hand holding my shirt immediately tightened, his face also turned pale. I was stunned, remembering what Aunt Tran had told me before leaving, and my heart suddenly became weak and confused. It turns out it's not because of a strange bed, nor is it because of being a baby. It's fear. I squatted down and looked straight into its eyes. “Is there thunder?” It didn't say anything, just bowed its head. Another rumble of thunder came, even louder than before, the window also shook slightly. This time it directly moved half a step towards me. Like a small animal caught in the rain, obviously scared, but still trying to brace itself and not show weakness. I couldn't help but reach out and hug it. “Poor little thing.” The boy's body stiffened, but did not push me away. I patted its back, my voice was also very gentle. “If you're afraid, be afraid, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Six-year-old children are afraid of thunder and lightning, it's not illegal." It buried its head in my shoulder, not moving. I bent down to look at it, deliberately asking: "Do you want me to sleep with you?" It still doesn't say a word. I waited a few seconds, pretending to stand up. “Okay, if you don't need it, then I'll go back to my room.” As soon as he moved, the hem of his nightgown was pulled back again. I secretly laughed inside, but on the outside I still looked serious. “Classmate Chu Du An, what does this mean?” He bowed his head, slowly raised one hand, and typed on the electronic board: 【Stay.】 I raised my eyebrows: "Begging others must have the attitude of a beggar." It raised its head and glared at me, as if condemning me for taking too much of a gamble. I deliberately stood up: "Forget it." The next second, he panicked Crazy typed out two more words. 【With you.】 I was almost knocked out on the spot by this cuteness. This small piece of ice was forced to the point of softening, and its lethality was truly greater than Zhou Yanci's face. I held back my laughter, bent down and picked him up. "Okay, because of your sincerity, little aunt will reluctantly sleep with you for one day tonight." I held him in my arms, his cheek pressed against my shoulder, his ears red as if bleeding. Entering the room, I lifted the blanket for him, then turned the bedside lamp a little brighter. "Go to sleep, I'll wait for you to fall asleep before leaving." Unexpectedly, just as I was about to stand up, his wrist was grabbed tightly.