"I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it!"

Emily screamed while struggling in Yuna's arms. Finally, he threw himself into Yuna's arms and cried loudly.

Yuna glanced at Wesley and motioned for him to leave first.

Wesley wanted to have a talk with Emily, but he thought that he was just a child and that no matter how much smarter he was than his peers, it was hard to calm down when he was emotional.

If he talked to the little guy now, he would probably rub salt into his wounds.

After Wesley went downstairs, Yuna carried Emily back to the room and wiped away the tears on his face with a tissue.

Perhaps because he had found a sense of security in Yuna's arms, his crying gradually quieted down. Finally, there was only the sound of sobs.

Yuna didn't ask why Emily cried so hard. She just said, "Emily, do you still remember that I said that I would love you forever?"

Tears welled up in Emily's eyes again. He tried his best to hold the tears back, nodded, and said in a childish crying voice, "I remember."

"I remember, too, and I will definitely do it." Yuna touched Emily's face. "In the future, when you are sad, think about what I told you, okay?"

Emily nodded and looked at Yuna for a while before whispering, "Auntie Yuna, Mr. Mu will send me home in a few days, right?"

Yuna touched Emily's head and said, "You can't stay here all the time. Your daddy will be worried about you."

"What about you?" Emily pursed his lips. "Are you going back?"

"..." For a moment, Yuna didn't know how to answer Emily.

Emily guessed the answer. Finally, he couldn't hold back his tears, so he cried and asked, "Can I come to see you frequently in the future?"

Yuna wiped away Emily's tears and said, "Of course, as long as you want to see me, you can do it any time."

Emily finally stopped crying and said with a grievance, "I don't like Mr. Mu anymore!"

"He didn't mean it." Yuna tried hard to help Wesley get a chance. "Can you forgive him first this time?"

Emily thought for a moment and said, "It's up to his performance!"

Yuna couldn't help laughing and touched Emily's forehead. "I'll take you to wash your face. You look like a tabby cat."

Emily snorted. "It's all Mr. Mu's fault!"

While Yuna and Emily were washing their hands, Wesley stood before the stairs on the first floor, looking at the second floor from time to time.

He was wondering if Yuna could handle that little guy.

Aunt Helen came out of the kitchen and saw Wesley alone in the living room. She couldn't help asking, "Where's Emily? Is Yuna still asleep?"

"Yuna woke up." Wesley put one hand on the stair railing and turned to look at Aunt Helen. "I made that little guy... cry."

Looking at Wesley's slightly guilty look, Aunt Helen knew that it was not a simple thing.

Aunt Helen wiped her hands on the apron and came over. "Little Seven, what did you do to Emily?"

Wesley repeated what he had said just now.

After listening, Aunt Helen said with a sigh, "You didn't mean it, so it's not your fault. You probably don't know, but I can tell that Emily is lacking in maternal love and has no sense of security."

Wesley was confused. "Aunt Helen, how did you know?"

"The child has been shouting that he doesn't want to go home, which means that he can't feel safe at his house. Besides, he relies on Yuna so much and obviously regards Yuna as his mother, which means that he can't get love from his mother at all." Aunt Helen hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Or maybe, the child did not have a mother since childhood."

Wesley frowned and said, "It's the truth."

"So, you just poked his sore spot." Aunt Helen said, "Generally speaking, only under great pressure could a four-year-old child be so sensible. When you were four years old, you were naughty and unruly. Old Mr. Mu also doted on you the most. So, at that time, your father couldn't even control you. Emily is probably a hundred times more obedient than you."

If Wesley's guilt was like a calm lake, Aunt Helen's words would be like a big stone thrown into the lake. His guilt constantly rippled, getting bigger and bigger...

This time, he really owed that little guy an apology.

At this moment, Yuna took Emily downstairs.

Although Emily had washed his face, his red and swollen eyes still revealed the fact that he had cried before. However, he held his head high and puffed out his chest as if he were saying, "Even if I cried, I'm still the best in the universe."

"Emily, you and Auntie Yuna came down at the right time." Aunt Helen waved at him as if she didn't see Emily's red and swollen eyes. "I've cooked the porridge. Let's have breakfast."

"Okay!"

Emily ran down the stairs and rushed to Aunt Helen like a gust of wind, passing by Wesley.

"Our little Emily is so obedient." Aunt Helen took him onto the chair and filled him a bowl of porridge. "Be careful. It's hot."

Emily scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew on it. He couldn't wait to send it into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed before giving Aunt Helen a thumbs-up and said, "It's yummy. I love you, Granny Helen!"

Aunt Helen was amused. She picked up some sauce for Emily and said, "Eat much. Grow up quickly."

"Okay!"

Emily agreed very quickly. He scooped up another spoonful of porridge, blew on it patiently, and ate it in one bite. See this, Aunt Helen was both happy and satisfied.

Yuna and Wesley were still standing at the stairs.

Yuna said, "It's up to your performance."

Rarely, Wesley failed to react. "What?"

"I just told Emily that you didn't mean it and asked him to give you a chance. But Emily said that it's up to your performance." Yuna shrugged her shoulders and said, "That's all that I can do for you."

"..."

Wesley suddenly felt mixed feelings.

He had been Brother Wesley for so many years, and he had always been the one who said so to others.

But now, a four-year-old kid actually said that it was up to his performance?

Yuna thought for a moment and decided to comfort Wesley, whose authority had been challenged. She said, "In fact, it's not difficult to coax Emily. It's just... a little more difficult than to coax you."

With one hand still on the stair railing, Wesley took a step to his side and blocked Yuna's way with his long arms and body. He looked at Yuna gloomily and said, "What do you mean? For you, I'm less challenging than a four-year-old child?"

"It's normal." Yuna blurted out, "You are only three years old."

Wesley narrowed his eyes. "What?"

"Ahem, nothing." Yuna looked at Wesley seriously. "I'm looking forward to your performance."

Wesley raised the corner of his mouth and suddenly lowered his voice. "I'm also looking forward to your next performance. Last night, I was very satisfied."

Yuna couldn't imagine that Wesley actually shifted the topic to last night.

"fuck, is his brain circuit a wavy one?"

She couldn't admit defeat just like that! Never!

Yuna also smiled and said in a steady tone like Wesley, "I was also very satisfied with your performance last night."

"I can perform in that way every day." After a pause, Wesley added, "As long as you are 'jealous' and do a good job every day."

"..."

Yuna had to admit that she was no match for Wesley, who was a pervert.

"What are you doing there?" Aunt Helen's voice resounded. "Come and have breakfast."

Wesley took Yuna over, sat down, and looked at Emily, who was sitting diagonally opposite him.

The moment Emily noticed Wesley's gaze, he immediately lowered his head to drink the porridge.

He didn't want to forgive this bad guy so quickly, humph!

Wesley slowly stirred the porridge in his bowl, and the methods to deal with Emily flashed through his mind one by one.

He had many methods. He wanted to see how long this little guy could restrain himself.

After breakfast, Wesley didn't go out, but sat in the living room and read a magazine.

Yuna was surprised and confused. "Do you have nothing to do today?"

Wesley said lightly, "Yesterday, I exerted too much physical strength. I'm going to take a rest today."

Yuna pondered over Wesley's words and felt that he was not talking about the exertion in the daytime, but... at night.

She could not help complaining, "What's there to exert your strength?"

Wesley was about to say something when Emily came over and said, "Auntie Yuna, I want to play games."

"Okay." Yuna handed the laptop to Emily. "You can log in first."

Emily started the computer game and was about to log in. Wesley's face changed slightly, and he suddenly snapped the computer shut.

"..." Emily was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and looked at Wesley indignantly.

"Don't cry!" Wesley first placed a ban on Emily and said, "I have something to do with this computer. You can play games later."

"You're lying to me!" Emily immediately exposed Wesley. "You just said that you were going to have a rest today!"

Wesley had indeed said so a few minutes ago.

Wesley held the computer and didn't know how to refute Emily's words.

Aunt Helen came down from the second floor with a computer and handed it to Emily. She said, "You can play with this computer. Mr. Mu is still young. Please give way to him. Good boy."

"Thank you, grandma." Emily stuck out his tongue at Wesley, turned on the computer, and skillfully logged into the game.

After returning to the country, Emily saw that Yuna played this game, so he pestered Yuna to register a game account for him. With Yuna's help, he had reached Level 90, and there was still a third of the way to the highest level.

In his mind, the highest level meant invincibility!

He would soon be as powerful as Auntie Yuna, humph!

The internet speed at the villa was very fast, and Emily soon logged into the game. He habitually looked at his level first- Level 0.

Emily had thought that he had misread the number. He rubbed his eyes. The upper left corner still showed that his level was zero and that he was a rookie who had just joined the game.

Emily got angry and looked at Wesley almost subconsciously.

For the first time in his life, Wesley didn't dare to look straight into a child's eyes. He slightly clenched his fists and put it on his lips, and coughed.

Yes, he had done something to Emily's game account. Before dinner yesterday night, he had modified several lines of code, and the little guy had changed from an above-average master to a rookie.

"Woohh-"

Emily held the computer and kept kicking the sofa with his small long legs. He cried loudly, looking angry and desperate.

Aunt Helen was stunned. She didn't even know how to coax Emily.

Yuna believed that she knew Emily well, but this time, she really couldn't figure out what was going on...