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"Sumi, you can't be so rude. You should speak to people while looking them in the eye, and you shouldn't throw things around carelessly. It's really inconsiderate," Su Qian's voice continued to echo. However, Sumi seemed to lack awareness; at just four years old, many children have a sense of right and wrong. They understand what they should and shouldn't do, and they learn earnestly from their parents' teachings. But Sumi did not behave that way. The main reason was that he didn't know what was right or wrong because everyone in this family indulged him. He could do whatever he wanted; his toy cars could be left anywhere, and no one dared to move them as long as he was willing to leave them there. He could even sneakily urinate in Grandpa's wine bottle without telling him.
In this house, it seemed that only Su Qian would raise her voice at her son. The only ones who could rely on each other in the future were the three of them. His father, and even the so-called Great-Grandfather, might leave this world soon.
From the moment she gave birth, she had been unwilling. This family was not a place she wanted to stay in. Every time her father gave her an allowance, she would only spend a portion on a few clothes for socializing.
The rest went into her bank account, which she had been saving for ten years. Since sixth grade, her monthly allowance had been steadily increasing. Now that she was older, she still received some money because she didn't have to work, and her family ensured she lived well—not just her alone but also other illegitimate children in the family. After all, they all carried the noble Menech bloodline within them. However, she did not bear the Menech surname; instead, she took her deceased mother's surname, whose grave location was unknown.
Her father was someone who took risks by adopting his grandfather's surname, directly allowing his grandchildren to enter the family with that name.
In the noble Menech Family, surnames were a crucial part of identity. Without one, a person was considered abnormal and could not be buried in the family tombs after death; they were destined to be laid to rest among the nameless graves.
They did not know what the afterlife held for them, but it was terrifying to think about being surrounded by strangers after death.
However, living among familiar faces was happiness—especially with loved ones. Therefore, Su Qian need not worry too much; wherever her husband went, she would follow him—even if it meant accompanying him in death—but only after raising their children and ensuring she could take care of herself. Then she could spend ample time by her husband's side.
In an ordinary family, she could live like this; a wife typically played such a role. But Su Qian's husband was different—Freyr was a hunter. The profession of a hunter was more prestigious than that of a soldier, yet it came with a life fraught with danger. Fortunately, when he returned from missions, he had nearly two weeks to spend with her. When he left again, as his wife, she would go to the temple to pray for his safety.
She had always held onto this role of waiting for her husband’s return over the years. Those were good times—especially during Freyr's illness when he was undergoing treatment; those were some of the happiest moments of her life. But good times did not last long; now she faced another period filled with anxiety and fear, hoping her husband would make fewer mistakes during missions and return safely as soon as possible.
"Honey, look at him! Stop staring at the newspaper," Su Qian responded. "You should fulfill your responsibilities as a father." With that, she snatched the newspaper away and crumpled it up while looking at the man before her who seemed utterly confused by her actions.
"Well, kids can be mischievous like that," Freyr replied after returning home and spending some time with their daughter. "He doesn't have awareness yet; once he grows a bit more—around four and a half years old—he'll start developing it. By then, when you teach him something, he'll respond accordingly. Just look at him; he's like wheat growing up." Freyr had no desire to go anywhere else; he focused on caring for his children at home and felt quite happy watching them grow up.
"You call this education? When you get home, you just read the newspaper all day. That's spending time with family? You're still just doing your own thing," Su Qian complained.
Just then, her father-in-law stepped out of the bathroom with a slight smile, having overheard his daughter's complaint.
"It shouldn't be like that. A man's achievements aren't solely measured by education. They can enjoy the family atmosphere at home, and at other times, they work hard to support their families. What they need during those times is love from their children and wives. Don't add pressure on your man; it's not good for them. I've been through it. As an experienced older man, I know a thing or two about this," her father-in-law interjected, taking on a mediating role.
"Dad, you can't say that. First it was our son, and now it's my husband too. If this continues, it will be even harder to guide our son when he grows up. Haven't you heard the saying 'the three-year-old sees eighty'?" Su Qian retorted.
"Uh, uh, uh, my daughter has grown up and knows that saying now," her father-in-law chuckled, wiping away a tear as he responded, "You've really grown up! You were so little before, and now look at you, haha."
"Dad, you're not old either," Su Qian quickly corrected herself, realizing her mistake.
"Alright, alright, you little rascal. Your dad knows what you're thinking. But you see, men are like that; the more you push them, the more stubborn they become. You need to pay attention to your approach. After all, every man has a stubborn child inside him who won't listen to advice," her father-in-law continued.
"Yes, Dad, I understand," Su Qian replied promptly.
Turning around, she noticed Freyr sitting on the floor with a toy car in hand while Sumi glared at him angrily.
It seemed Freyr was trying to teach him something. She felt it was rare for her husband to take on the responsibilities of a father. However, as she approached them, she overheard an awkwardly cheerful conversation between father and son.
They were speaking in a language she couldn't understand—baby talk. Indeed, Freyr had developed the ability to sense thoughts in others' minds. Although he wasn't a Psychic Sensory User in the traditional sense, after becoming a Hunter, he discovered he could harness that part of his ability.
It was a skill that allowed him to activate certain areas of his brain for communication; even if the other person was mute, it didn't matter. As long as he wanted to know something, he could directly access their thoughts.
After some contemplation, she began to understand the baby's thoughts at that moment. The two of them murmured to each other, which only deepened her suspicions.
It drove her crazy; this was hardly the behavior of an adult. Their actions resembled those of another infant who had yet to grow up.
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