Feng Jin grumbled indignantly, highly displeased with Ling Mohan's actions, her lips constantly pursed in a look of utter disdain.
Only Ling Mohan could act so contradictory.
"Whatever you say, I have important matters to attend to, so I won't waste my breath on you."
Too lazy to engage in pretense with Ling Mohan, Feng Jin, holding the scattered wooden pieces, hurried to research the puzzle cube.
Feng Jin spent the entire night researching the puzzle cube. If she had known it would be so troublesome, she wouldn't have impulsively agreed to the children's request.
Why make things difficult for herself and invite so much trouble?
After toiling for an entire night, she finally managed to craft the puzzle cube. Although it still looked somewhat imperfect, it represented her utmost effort.
She could only hope that Da Bao and Er Bao would make do with it; it was better than nothing.
Taking out the paints prepared earlier, Feng Jin meticulously drew on the puzzle cube, painting different colors on each face.
Feng Jin looked at her creation with satisfaction. It had seemed flawed at first, but painting it truly made a significant difference.
It was finally presentable. She wondered if Da Bao and Er Bao, those little picky ones, would be pleased.
Once everything was finished, Feng Jin stood up languidly, stretching her stiff limbs. Maintaining one position for so long was exhausting; her neck was aching terribly.
She carefully placed the finished puzzle cube into a small, exquisite box and tucked it away securely, ready to give it to the children the next morning.
"You spent the entire night researching this thing?"
Ling Mohan strode forward and took the colorful wooden block from Feng Jin's hand, turning it over and examining it closely.
He truly couldn't understand why Feng Jin had gone to such lengths to make this "broken wooden block." No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see any practical use.
"What's the use of making this wooden block?"
"What do you know!"
Feng Jin snatched the puzzle cube back from his hand with a touch of annoyance, cradling it protectively as if it were a treasure.
"I worked so long to make these two! Don't you go breaking them with your clumsy hands!"
She carefully wiped away a speck of dust from the puzzle cube. This was her most precious possession, and she had to protect it with utmost care, ensuring not the slightest mishap, and definitely not letting Ling Mohan damage it.
Feng Jin placed the puzzle cube in its box like a precious treasure, storing it properly on the highest shelf of the cabinet, fearing Ling Mohan might take it again.
"Do you have to guard me like a thief? Besides, I don't care for this thing."
He increasingly felt that Feng Jin was treating him like a thief. Did he really make her feel so afraid?
"It's best if you don't care for it. I'm worried you might like it too much and get greedy, fighting with your own son over it."
Feng Jin understood Ling Mohan's thoughts very well. He was indeed capable of such actions.
It was better to be cautious and not let her guard down, lest she "capsize in a ditch," a truly embarrassing defeat.
"Don't you dare touch it. This is for your son. If you take it, you can wait for your son to come looking for you."
She deliberately acted tough, all to issue a warning to Ling Mohan.
"Let's go, don't keep staring!"
Before leaving, Feng Jin didn't forget to pull Ling Mohan along with her. As she closed the door, she produced a lock and secured it tightly.
Tucking the key into her clothing, Feng Jin finally felt at ease.
"You really are..."
Ling Mohan stopped himself mid-sentence, hesitating before finally remaining silent.
He was also worried that his words would anger Feng Jin, so it was better to say less.
"Really what? If you have something to say, just say it directly. Why be so secretive!"
Feng Jin said indignantly, feeling that Ling Mohan was becoming more and more different from his previous self, his disposition having changed considerably.
Comparing them now, the former Ling Mohan seemed much more pleasing to her eyes.
She shot a stern glare at the man behind her, then turned and left, paying no heed to whether he followed.
...
The next morning, as dawn broke, Da Bao eagerly scrambled out of bed. He had even dreamt of what kind of gift his mother would give him.
Finally, morning had arrived, and he could see the gift he had longed for. It filled him with anticipation.
The commotion Da Bao made woke Er Bao, who was still fast asleep.
Opening his sleepy eyes, Er Bao saw Da Bao bustling about and said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Why are you making a fuss so early in the morning instead of sleeping?"
It was rather unfair of him to be awake and disturbing others from their sleep.
"You're awake?"
Compared to Er Bao's irritation, Da Bao was extremely excited, completely disregarding Er Bao's displeased tone.
He dragged his slightly short legs to the bed, pulling Er Bao, who wanted to go back to sleep, up: "What kind of gift do you think Mother will give us this time?"
"I don't know!" Er Bao replied curtly, his eyes barely open due to sleepiness.
More than what his mother would give him, he wanted to sleep soundly. He was so tired his eyes could barely stay open, and he had no energy to think about such things.
Looking at Da Bao's excited demeanor, Er Bao marveled at Da Bao's energy, as if he never tired.
"I knew asking you would be pointless. You have no sense of humor!"
He truly wondered how they could be brothers despite having different mothers. Their temperaments were so different. Da Bao shook his head repeatedly. With Er Bao like this, he would certainly not be popular with girls when he grew up.
He might even have trouble finding a wife. As his older brother, he truly worried for Er Bao.
Da Bao sighed helplessly and shook his head, gently patting Er Bao's shoulder: "Alas! With you like this... really..."
Forget it. Er Bao had been like this for more than a day or two. He had said it countless times, but it was always to no avail.