Qin Nanyu heard the answer, which he wished could be played for Ji Weitian.

Is he even a typical kid? He does unusual things… don’t even talk about childhood.

With one hand on the phone, he tugged on his tie with the other, and calmly said, “Ask around what a four-year-old boy likes to read and buy those books for me. I’ll… come see him soon.”

The housekeeper was silent on the other end of the line. The man looked at the phone in shock, as if surprised he was speaking to Qin Nanyu.

Or maybe he was hallucinating.

Qin Nanyu didn’t have the usual father-son relationship with his son. They were enemies.

If there wasn’t a DNA test, the housekeeper questioned their father-son relationship.

It’s so surprising that Qin Nanyu suddenly paid attention to his son.

“Hello?” Qin Nanyu’s voice made the housekeeper answer quickly. “Yes, I’ll ask around now.”

After some consideration, the man couldn’t resist asking, “Boss, you really want to read the young master bedtime stories?”

Qin Nanyu: “…”

The reaction and tone made Qin Nanyu reflect… maybe he was too cold to his son. No matter how annoying the boy was, he was just a kid.

His gaze softened and his tone became less forced, “Just get the books. Also, make sure he goes to bed on time.”

He felt as if he had the potential to be a nurturing father. “How did Qin Morui do at kindergarten today? Did the teacher say anything?”

“Hm…” The housekeeper was hesitant.

“Did he get in trouble?” Qin Nanyu sounded startled.

“Not at all!” The housekeeper explained. “The young master behaved very well. All the teachers and students adore him. The homework for today was for students to complete with their parents, called ‘my wish.'”

Qin Nanyu smiled without warmth. He knows exactly what his son would wish for. “He wants a mom?”

“He changed his wish.” The housekeeper swallowed with difficulty. “He said the wish was to have magic.”

“Childish.” Qin Nanyu couldn’t resist smiling. After a grin, he realized Qin Morui’s IQ wouldn’t allow this kind of daydream; his housekeeper also sounded too nervous for this to be the whole wish.

“What did he want magic for?”

The housekeeper said, “The young master said, he wants to make his dad disappear.”

Qin Nanyu: “…”

He could visualize the scene: The kid holding his magic wand and waving at him, “pfft,” and he’s gone, the kid laughs with a sense of victory.

Qin Nanyu walked to the parking lot and sat inside the car. “Don’t buy the books. Get me a tree branch, the kind that doesn’t break!”

Housekeeper: “…”

—

Qin Nanyu’s ghost stories haunted her.

Ji Weitian had nightmares the whole night. She dreamt of a long-haired and spiky-toothed monster, catching her and suffocating her.

She struggled and woke up, only to realize there were no ghosts. There was only Little Bun, and a chubby cat that wasn’t afraid to die, who were both sleeping on her chest.