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"Wang Zhao, you're bullying me!"
The paper was held up so high that Yu Suihuan couldn't reach it. She puffed out her cheeks and pretended to be angry, looking to Wang Zhao like a little pufferfish—adorable!
"No, no, I wouldn't dare!"
Wang Zhao surrendered, handing the paper over to Yu Suihuan with a heartbroken expression.
"Godmother!"
Wang Heng rushed back as soon as he learned that Yu Suihuan had arrived. In just a few days, he had grown quite a bit taller. At a glance, he bore some resemblance to Wang Zhao.
"Heng Er, last time your Godfather was discharged from the hospital, you were away and missed the family reunion. Your Great-Grandmother and your Tai Lao said you must come back this week for dumplings!"
"Sure thing, Godmother! I got it!"
Wang Heng scratched his head awkwardly. He still felt a bit shy around his Godmother.
"Heng Er, can I call you 'Godson' from now on? With all this 'Godmother' talk, I feel so old!"
Even though being a Godmother didn't seem light, it felt like it was a step above being just a regular Godmother.
"Godmother!"
"Well then, I'll head back first! If he dares to bully you, I'll have your Godmother take care of him!"
After saying that, Yu Suihuan bounced away, showing no signs of being a Godmother at all.
"Now that I have a Godmother, he wouldn't dare bully me!"
Once Yu Suihuan was out of sight, Wang Zhao slapped Wang Heng on the back of his head with a loud smack.
"What was that for? You just want to show off! My Godmother is about to be chased away by someone; look at how timid you've become!"
Wang Heng was quick on his feet. Recently, Wang Zhao had hired a master to teach him martial arts. To catch up with him would indeed take some effort.
"Hey, you little rascal, think you've got skills now?"
Wang Zhao picked up a broom and pretended to run around. He wanted to let him hit him but couldn't bring himself to do it.
"If you dare to hit me again, I'll tell my godmother right away!"
Wang Heng stood his ground, refusing to back down.
Seeing a few boys around his height in front of him, Wang Zhao felt a bit awkward; he was genuinely afraid this kid would snitch on him. After all, how could one not be subdued by their own fears? Despite Yu Suihuan being a delicate little girl, Wang Zhao, as a strong man, found himself somewhat intimidated by her.
"Come on, hit me! I’m waiting to chase after my godmother!" Wang Heng said with a smug expression, even wiggling his hips provocatively at Wang Zhao.
"Hmph, I won’t hit you. The next time I see your godmother, I’ll tell her about the mole on your backside!"
On the day they brought the brothers home, Wang Zhao had prepared hot water for them to bathe. Being young boys, Wang Heng was shy and tried to cover himself while bathing.
Even so, Wang Zhao caught sight of the butterfly-shaped birthmark on his backside.
"You!"
Wang Heng was old enough to understand the importance of face. Wasn't this just exposing his weakness?
"Ah, Godfather, if you dare to tell my godmother about the birthmark on my backside, then I’ll—well, I’ll—uhm!"
Who was afraid of whom? The two of them often went to the bathhouse together and had long since seen each other without any reservations.
Before Wang Heng could finish his sentence, Wang Zhao quickly covered his mouth tightly.
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