Chapter 50

An Xiang's sleep-soothing skills were at least king-level. An Zimo kept saying he wasn't sleepy, but he still drifted off with her.

He slept deeply, dreaming that he was swimming through a vast ocean, his soul freer and more unrestrained than ever before. Suddenly, a huge wave crashed over him. An Zimo felt his body grow damp, sticky, and extremely uncomfortable.

He frowned and groggily opened his eyes.

The drowsiness had yet to fade, and he still hadn't fully escaped the dream. Relying on the last shred of reason, An Zimo reached behind himself and gave his butt a feel. Bad—no, good. That touch woke him up completely.

Wet!!

An Zimo's eyes flew open, and he jolted upright from the coffin.

The spot where he had been lying was already soaked through. A large wet patch rapidly spread across the sheet like a map. An Zimo's temple throbbed fiercely. He looked down at his crotch, and damn it, his whole pair of pants had been hit.

In an instant, An Zimo was overwhelmed by deep shame.

According to the mom from his previous life, he had understood things very early. Just a few months after birth, he would howl whenever he needed to pee or poop. As for wetting the bed, that had never happened.

Medically speaking, occasional bedwetting was normal for ordinary children. Most children played too wildly during the day, and once exhaustion sent them into deep sleep, they might wet the bed. The problem was, he wasn't an ordinary child. He was a genius, the kind with an IQ of 150.

An Zimo secretly glanced at An Xiang's sleeping face.

There was no doubt that once she woke up, she would take the chance to laugh at him. She might even tell Pei Yizhou and Pei Chen so they could laugh at him together.

The more An Zimo thought about it, the more embarrassed he became. He quietly climbed out of the coffin, quickly found a fresh pair of pants and changed into them, then rolled up the wet pants and stuffed them into a corner. After making sure An Xiang wouldn't find them, he carefully brought in half a cup of warm water.

An Zimo stepped onto the stairs and poured the water over An Xiang's pants.

After doing all that, An Zimo put the cup back in its original place and carefully wiped off his fingerprints.

He took a deep breath and relaxed, then climbed back into the coffin as if nothing had happened.

An Zimo had no desire to keep sleeping. He kept his eyes shut and secretly listened to the sounds beside him.

No one could sleep while lying in such a wet patch. An Xiang let out a muffled whine, slowly opened her eyes, and stared blankly at the dampness on her pants.

An Zimo reacted even faster than she did. He immediately pointed at the wet patch on the mattress. "You wet the bed."

An Xiang: "...?"

An Xiang: "...???"

"Me, me?" She wasn't fully awake yet, her sleepy eyes full of confusion.

"Yeah, you peed." To cover his tracks, An Zimo had deliberately spread the water stain more toward An Xiang's side. Nearly two-thirds of the entire sheet was wet.

An Xiang touched her pants. They were warm.

Then she touched the sheet. It was warm too.

An Xiang looked utterly stunned. "C-can adults wet the bed too??"

An Zimo was a born deceiver. Without changing expression or showing the slightest panic, he calmly lied, "Bedwetting isn't exclusive to children. Adults can wet the bed if they're too tired too. And your leg is injured. Even if you want to use the bathroom, your subconscious won't let you move around recklessly, so wetting the bed is normal."

An Zimo spouted nonsense with a perfectly serious face. An Xiang scratched her head, looking dazed and half-understanding.

Then he added, "It's fine. I won't laugh at you."

An Xiang blinked and stared at her pants, suddenly unsure how to react.

The clock hand had already reached eight. They had actually slept for three hours. An Xiang gradually woke up fully, first pulling away the sheet before going into the room to change into clean pants. Only after changing did she realize—

The clothes her son was wearing didn't seem to be the ones he had started out in.

So that meant...

An Xiang suddenly understood.

Having realized the truth, An Xiang pressed her lips together to hold back a smile. Carrying the dirty clothes, she quietly went into the living room. While An Zimo was in the bathroom, she grabbed the pants hidden in the corner.

The pants were wrinkled and still damp.

An Xiang hid them inside the sheet and turned to wash them.

"Why are you in my room?"

An Xiang looked completely natural. "I'm washing your pajamas."

An Zimo looked into her eyes and clearly heard her thoughts.

[My son cares about his pride. If he says I wet the bed, then I wet the bed.]

[But my son is so smart, framing someone else at such a young age.]

An Zimo: "..."

If those weren't her inner thoughts, he would definitely have thought An Xiang was mocking him.

An Zimo suddenly felt unbearably embarrassed. He put both hands behind his back and silently watched An Xiang leave the room. After thinking for a moment, he shuffled after her in tiny steps.

An Xiang's body had not fully recovered, but she didn't complain when it came to housework. She was in a good mood, humming a little tune as she put the clothes into the washing machine. Afraid that An Zimo would see those pants, she deliberately buried them at the very bottom.

An Zimo stood in the doorway watching her. His lips moved slightly, and his expression was a little awkward. "Um..."

"Hm?" An Xiang turned around and looked at him with a smile. "Momo, you can't tell people outside, or they'll laugh at me."

"I-I won't tell." An Zimo fiercely tugged at his red, burning earlobe and continued staring at her without a word.

"All right, I'll hang them up once they're done washing." An Xiang casually picked up a towel and dried her hands, then lowered her head to look at An Zimo. "Momo, you're hungry, right? It's getting a little late. Mommy can order takeout for you."

An Zimo opened his mouth to answer, only to be interrupted by the sudden doorbell.

He glanced at An Xiang and ran over to open the door.

"Grandpa!"

The three siblings stood outside. Pei Chen said nothing, but Pei Nuo called out affectionately.

"Nuo Nuo, don't call him Grandpa. An Xiang hasn't married Great-Grandpa, so he doesn't count as our grandpa."

Pei Nuo acted as though she hadn't heard him. Her eyes curved into crescents. "Big Brother is treating us to barbecue. Grandpa, do you want to come too?"

An Zimo frowned.

"Zimo hasn't eaten either. Since Brother Pei Chen is treating you, you should go."

An Zimo's frown deepened.

What grandpa? What brother? What kind of messed-up family hierarchy was this?

Pei Nuo noticed that An Xiang's foot was still wrapped in bandages and asked with great concern, "Sister, is your foot all better?"

"..."

Great, even more confusing.

An Xiang smiled and rubbed Pei Nuo's fluffy little head. "It's much better."

"Sister, do you want to come with us?"

An Xiang shook her head. "No, no. My leg isn't convenient, so I won't cause you trouble." As she spoke, she unconsciously moved her injured ankle. The faint stab of pain immediately made her stop messing around.

Pei Nuo's little face drooped, and she looked quite disappointed.

Pei Chen also realized it was a little pitiful to leave An Xiang home alone like this. Just as he was about to suggest ordering takeout for her, Pei Nuo's loud voice rang out again. "I've got it! I'll call Great-Grandpa over to keep Sister company!"

"Huh??"

Both An Xiang and Pei Chen froze.

"Then it's decided! I'll have Great-Grandpa come eat with Sister, and we'll go out to eat!" The little girl swayed from side to side, her mind filled with little schemes.

Nuo Nuo liked An Xiang. Even if An Xiang couldn't be her mommy, becoming her great-grandma would be nice too.

Unable to contain her delight, she covered her mouth with both hands, turned around, and giggled.

An Zimo's mouth twitched. With a cold face, he refused, "I'm not going."

"Come on, come on." Pei Nuo grabbed An Zimo's arm and dragged him toward the door by force.

"I'm not going! I don't want to go! Let go!!"

"Grandpa, don't be ungrateful!" Pei Nuo refused to release him and forcibly pulled him out the door.

The little girl had inherited the superior genes of purebloods. Her strength was no joke.

An Zimo was merely a half-blood whose teeth hadn't even fully developed. How could he possibly be her match?

The two kept tugging at each other and soon reached the elevator. Afraid that they would run off downstairs on their own, Pei Chen hurriedly took Pei Yan's hand and followed after the two children.

Trapped between the three siblings, An Zimo was utterly unwilling, his expression stinking worse than a stone in a cesspit.

Having succeeded in her scheme, the little girl sent Pei Yizhou a text message using her own little phone. Afraid her brothers would hear her giggling, she deliberately used the typing function she wasn't good at.

Halfway through writing, Pei Nuo stopped and asked An Zimo beside her for help. "Grandpa, how do you write the 'grip' in 'seize the opportunity'?"

An Zimo shot her a sidelong glance and saw the unsent message in the text box.

[Nuo Nuo: Great-Grandpa, Sister An Xiang is alone at hoom, you shuld hurry...]

What even was this supposed to mean?

An Zimo's temple throbbed fiercely. It took him a long while to figure out what she had written.

He held out his hand. "Give it to me."

Pei Nuo obediently handed him the phone and leaned close to watch him type.

An Zimo lowered his lashes, his fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard.

[Nuo Nuo: Great-Grandpa, Sister An Xiang is sleeping alone. Don't disturb her.]

He edited it and sent it in one smooth motion.

"Done." An Zimo tossed the phone back to her.

Pei Nuo, who could barely recognize a few words, tilted her little head, gnawed on her finger, blinked, and innocently asked, "Grandpa, what did you write?"

With both hands in his pockets, An Zimo replied calmly, "Great-Grandpa, Sister An Xiang is home alone. You need to seize the opportunity."

That was exactly what Pei Nuo had wanted to say.

She suddenly understood, but to be cautious, she pointed at the words on the screen and counted them one by one. "One, two, three... The ones below are one, two, three too..."

Mm, they all matched!

Pei Nuo put away her phone in relief, her smile sweet and silly. "Grandpa, you're so nice and so smart. You know so many words~"

Pei Yan snorted disdainfully from behind and deliberately reminded her, "Idiot, how could he help you? He's definitely tricking you."

Pei Nuo made an adorably silly face at her twin brother. "You're just jealous because Grandpa is smarter than you."

"You..." Pei Yan's face and neck turned red with anger. "If you don't believe me, ask Pei Chen! Pei Chen might rank last in his grade, but he can still recognize a few words!"

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean, last in my grade? Pei Yan, I'm warning you, watch how you talk." After saying that, Pei Chen looked at his sister and held out his hand. "Come on, let me see what An Zimo sent."

"I'm not letting you see."

Pei Nuo protected her rabbit-shaped little backpack like a treasure and proudly turned her head away.

She knew Pei Chen had bad intentions toward An Xiang. He was an "enemy in love." She was Grandpa's good granddaughter and firmly stood with Pei Yizhou. She would never leak secrets to the enemy.

Those words nearly made Pei Chen choke. Gritting his teeth, he took Pei Yan's hand and walked ahead, deciding to ignore this little brat who sided with outsiders.

"Nuo Nuo isn't walking with you! Grandpa and I are holding hands!" Pei Nuo didn't care at all. Her soft little hand hooked around An Zimo's finger, and two sweet dimples appeared on her face. "Thank you, Grandpa, for helping me send the text. When we go to kindergarten tomorrow, I'll give you half my blood cake. Tomorrow's blood cake is panda blood, and it's super tasty."

An Zimo's eyelid twitched. He couldn't be bothered to respond.

Grandpa's good granddaughter.