Title: The Villain’s Mother
Translator: Fuyu
Chapter 86 - He thought she was pretty because she was his mom (1)
After his evening bath, Little Wang came over to Ruan Xia's room with his little pillow. He climbed onto the bed without Ruan Xia having to say anything and found a comfortable spot to lie down.
Ruan Xia was currently patiently carrying out her complicated skin care routine.
Little Wang watched his mom for a long time before finally asking, "Mom, why do you have to put so much stuff on your face?"
Usually after his mom or the housekeeper aunty finished bathing him, they would want to apply baby lotion on the unwilling him.
"Nothing I can do about it. I have to preserve beauty." Before transmigrating here, at best, Ruan Xia could only be considered a little bit pretty. Even so, she was conscientious about her skincare. Thus, it didn't even need to be said that she would take care of the original owner's face. After all, the original owner was a top-grade beauty. As a fan of beauty, of course she wouldn't be willing to see such a beautiful face become haggard because of her laziness.
Ruan Xia put down the facial cream and couldn't help sighing. "Correction, what I'm applying on my face is all money."
Little Wang curiously crawled to the end of the bed. Propping his chubby chin in his hands, he looked at his mom and said, “Mom is already very pretty. No one has a mom that's prettier than mine."
Because Ruan Xia couldn't completely put herself into the role of a mother, she and Little Wang got along not just like mother and son, but also as friends.
"Dad thinks the same way too," Little Wang added.
Ruan Xia stood up. She didn't believe in Little Wang's last words at all. In the past two months, she had dolled herself up beautifully several times, and there had been countless times when someone turned his or her head to look at her or tried to flirt with her when she was outside. But when she got home, Song Tingshen's lack of response to her had even made her doubt the original owner's face value.
It went without saying that Little Wang's opinion didn't count. He didn't have any aesthetics standards yet. He thought she was pretty because she was his mom.
As for Song Tingshen, every time, he would only glance at her, and his reaction and expression was very calm. If it was someone else, Ruan Xia might think like an overbearing CEO by questioning if Song Tingshen was pretending to be uninterested in order to catch her attention. But when the other party was Song Tingshen, she knew that he genuinely didn't notice how beautiful she was. It could even be said that he was already immune to this knockout-level of beauty.
"Don't try to butter me up." Ruan Xia patted Little Wang's butt. "Why aren't you sleeping with your dad tonight?"
Little Wang took the opportunity to lean on a big pillow. "Dad is working overtime."
Song Tingshen was truly very busy with his work, but he still conscientiously left work on time to come home to eat dinner with Little Wang. This was at the limit of what he could do. But since he was promptly leaving work on time each day, it meant that he had to work overtime at night. Sometimes, when Ruan Xia got up in the night to get a glass of water and passed by his study, she could see the light under his door.
The chubby kid kept to a very regular schedule. After chatting with Ruan Xia for a bit, he drifted off to sleep.
In the past, Ruan Xia would be affected by his sleepiness. But today, she had gone against her normal routine and had a cup of Mizilian's Hong Kong-style milk tea during her oral English lesson with the foreigner teacher. So, she was still full of energy. Drinking that milk tea was more effective than drinking coffee. Anyways, she didn't have to wake up early in the morning and squeeze into a subway train to go to work anymore. With a clear conscience, she started browsing Weibo.
When it was almost 11 PM, Ruan Xia still didn't feel sleepy, so she decided to go downstairs to heat up a cup of milk to drink to help her fall asleep.
She bumped into Song Tingshen as soon as she left her room.