2007, year-end
Wuxi, Jiangjiaqiao Village
Yuanshan Villa
As soon as Jiang Pingping got home, she yelled at Wang Yue, who was playing Fantasy Westward Journey, "You little brat, what have you been telling Watermelon now?"
Wang Yue didn't even turn his head. He used his Great Tang character to unleash a Back Attack, then replied casually,
"She kept pestering me to tell her a story. I just made one up on the spot!"
Truthfully, Wang Yue was pretty frustrated, too. He hadn't expected that casually telling a story would leave Nie Xiguang so upset that she'd run off in tears!
Wang Yue felt he might have gone too far, but he didn't know what he'd done wrong—or whether Nie Xiguang even wanted an apology.
Jiang Pingping didn't believe him, but seeing how calm her son was, she couldn't help retorting,
"Little Yue, a story? Then why did Little Watermelon run home crying just now?"
Wang Yue really wanted to know what the problem was, too. He sighed and said helplessly,
"Mom, I just told a story about a true and false heiress. I didn't expect Watermelon to run off crying.
I really was just telling a story. I don't know why she started crying!
Mom, what's this all about? Watermelon spends every day lazing around like a little salted fish. How could she have a sore spot?"
Jiang Pingping patted Wang Yue on the head. Rather than getting angry, she actually felt a little like a mother for once.
She thought her son had been absurdly mature ever since he was little. Whenever he scolded her in that grown-up tone, treating her like a naughty daughter, she felt utterly humiliated.
The reason Jiang Pingping had abandoned a company meeting and hurried home was that her cousin Jiang Yun had called