"What do you think? That was His Highness the Holy Son of our Spirit Hall."
Xie Yue looked at Yan as though he were an idiot. "This is a restricted area of Spirit Hall, you know. Do you think just anyone can ride a tricycle around here?"
"No, no, no, no! How is that possible? That moronic kid's mom really is Her Holiness the Pope?!!"
"That isn't right! This isn't how it's supposed to go!!!"
Yan was numb.
As though getting rammed and sent flying hadn't been enough, just cursing that little brat had landed him in enormous trouble.
"Hehe, looks like you've gotten yourself into some big trouble, Yan."
Hu Liena began gloating. She had no fondness for the conceited Yan beside her.
Of course, this time Yan had simply been unlucky. Getting knocked flying hadn't been enough; he had cursed the child once, and the child had gone to fetch his parent. And that parent was even Her Holiness the Pope of Spirit Hall!
"You were already knocked flying! Why didn't you stop His Highness the Holy Son while you were at it?"
Sisi arrived late, but still glared at Yan, blaming him for failing to stop Qian Renxing. He had actually let His Highness the Holy Son charge straight into the Pope's Hall. What were they supposed to do now?
Yan only felt terribly wronged. He could neither leave nor stay, and was stuck there in awkwardness.
Meanwhile, Qian Renxing, whom Sisi and the others were so concerned about, had already ridden his tricycle into the Pope's Hall and begun shouting, "Mom! Mom, where are you?"
"Sweetheart, I'm here. Mommy's right here."
A gentle voice rang out.
It belonged to a woman in magnificent attire. Countless gemstones adorned her gown, yet they did not overshadow her radiance in the slightest.
With her perfect features and shapely figure, she hardly looked like a mother of two.
Gentle, noble, elegant, sacred-every beautiful word could be used to describe her. Even the mere presence she exuded could make people prostrate themselves in worship.
"Mom, it's me!!"
Qian Renxing hurriedly pedaled his tricycle toward that figure and asked curiously, "Are you my mom?"
"Of course I'm your mom. What's wrong, sweetheart? Don't you recognize Mommy anymore?"
Bibi Dong was not at all surprised that Qian Renxing failed to recognize her. She shifted her gaze from the files on her desk to the young child's face.
Half of that tender face resembled her, while the other half bore the likeness of the person she hated most.
But when she saw those eyes, as sagacious as ever...
All that hatred turned to delight, and even little sparks of motherly love arose.
She would use everything she had to "love" this child. Not only would she make him Spirit Hall's Holy Son, she would also make him Spirit Hall's Pope in the future.
The mere thought that the Qian Family's future bloodline would all be morons like this filled her with heartfelt delight!!!
"Then are you the Pope?"
Qian Renxing asked warily. His mom was the Pope, after all. Not just any woman could be his mom!
"I am the Pope of Spirit Hall, and I am also your mom."
Bibi Dong spoke gently, raising the jeweled scepter in her hand as she did. "Look, this is a scepter that only the Pope can possess."
"If you have a scepter that only the Pope can possess, then you must be the Pope."
At her words, Qian Renxing immediately let down his guard. "It matches! My mom is the Pope, so you're my mom!"
"That's right, that's right. Exactly. My sweetheart has gotten smarter."
Bibi Dong smiled happily, looking at the mentally deficient child, Qian Renxing, with extraordinary tenderness. She had to admit that he had indeed provided her with quite a bit of amusement over the years.
"Mom, someone bullied me! He cursed at me! Hurry and get revenge for me!!"
Through rigorous logical reasoning, Qian Renxing had deduced that the woman before him was his Pope mom. His eyes immediately lit up, and he took Bibi Dong's hand, intent on making trouble for the person who had just cursed at him. "Come with me, quick! It'll be bad if he gets away. I won't be able to find him!"
"What happened? Someone in Spirit Hall actually dared to curse my son?!!"
Bibi Dong frowned and closed her hand around Qian Renxing's little hand, her expression turning more serious than ever. "Tell me exactly how he cursed at you. I'll make sure he's severely punished!"
If Qian Renxing had been some ordinary moron found anywhere, then being cursed at would have been just that. But he was her son!
Moreover, she had openly shown him extreme favor. Even after she had gone that far, someone actually dared to disregard her power and curse Qian Renxing.
Clearly, then, this person was not cursing Qian Renxing, but her. They were expressing dissatisfaction with her!
"Huh?"
Qian Renxing froze. He hadn't expected a test like this, actually requiring him to repeat what that person had just called him.
For a moron, this truly was an extremely difficult challenge.
Stumped, Qian Renxing immediately grew angry. "Are you tricking me into calling you Mom?! You won't even get revenge for me! You definitely aren't my mom!!"
"If you were my mom, you'd definitely get revenge for me, because my mom spoils me the most! And my mom is the Pope of Spirit Hall, so everyone in Spirit Hall has to listen to her. The person who just bullied me belongs to Spirit Hall, too, so my mom also has the power to get revenge for me. So if you won't get revenge for me, you must be tricking me into calling you Mom! You're not my mom!"
Bibi Dong immediately froze at his words.
Of course, she was not shocked by Qian Renxing's bluntness, but had noticed that he really seemed to have gotten a little smarter. His words were so logical.
No, this is a moron!!
What normal person would talk to me like this? And what normal person wouldn't even recognize his own mother and would have to rely on logical reasoning to deduce who she was?!!
Bibi Dong immediately came to her senses.
I can't let Qian Renxing fool me just because he doesn't seem like a moron. He's a genuine moron!
Bibi Dong explained helplessly, "Of course Mommy isn't tricking you. I'm thinking about how to get revenge for you. Tell Mommy how he cursed at you, so I can curse him back for you."
"Fine, I'll admit you're my mom for now. Let me think..."
Seeing that he had failed to bluff Bibi Dong, Qian Renxing hurriedly tried to recall.
He discovered that the things Yan had just called him were like something tossed into a jumbled mush and then vigorously stirred. How could he possibly repeat them?
But how could that stump Qian Renxing? He was a moron, after all. He didn't have to take responsibility for what he said.
He immediately began repeating it with complete confidence. "He just called me a child without a mom, said I stink all over, and said that even if a carriage ran me over and killed me when I went outside, no one would collect my corpse, and I'd have no choice but to become a lonely, wandering ghost!!"
In truth, Qian Renxing vaguely remembered things like "fucking," "stinking," "brat," and "ram." Those words automatically rearranged and combined in his mind, turning into what he had said.
After speaking, Qian Renxing immediately nodded.
He felt that his repetition was simply identical to the words that person had cursed him with, and became utterly convinced. "Mom, that's exactly what he called me! Boo-hoo, he's so mean! Whenever he eats instant noodles from now on, they'll definitely be missing the seasoning packet!"