My Son is a Reborn Villain

Chapter 122

Soon, Si Yue was winning most of the game. Even Fu Yunruo, who started off poorly, managed to win several rounds once she got into the steam. Wenwen initially laughed confidently, already expecting the scenes to come. However, his smile soon faded as he kept losing, unable to secure a single win.

Fu Yunruo gave her son a sympathetic glance. She was often carried to victory by the other two, making her the one with the most wins. Wenwen, however, couldn’t turn the tables against Si Yue no matter what he did. Eventually, the outcome was clear: Wenwen lost fifteen rounds out of the thirty they agreed to play.

“…” Wenwen couldn’t believe it. How could it be?!! He had never lost playing Fight The Landlord!!

Si Yue smiled provocatively and feigned a sympathetic tone, “I’m sorry, but you lost.”

Wenwen hung his head low. He… he actually lost…?? The thought of having to shout “I’m a big silly pig” fifteen times brought tears to his eyes.

Si Yue, concealing his smirk with the cards in his hand, suggested, “If you don’t want to be punished, what about the loser rewarding the two winners?”

Wenwen looked up, “What reward? We must agree beforehand!”

Si Yue looked at Fu Yunruo.

Fu Yunruo couldn’t come up with an idea. What could she possibly ask from a little child? So she turned to Si Yue and said, “You first.”

Tilting his head, Si Yue said: “How about you call me ‘Daddy’ fifteen times?”

“…” Wenwen puffed out his chubby face and declared earnestly, “A man must keep his words and be willing to admit defeat.” Then, in one long breath, he shouted, “I’m a big silly pig!” fifteen times in quick succession.

As he finished, Wenwen covered his face with both hands, praising himself for his wit. Fortunately, he fulfilled his promise quickly and in private. There were only Mom and Si Yue here, and this was not the first time he had lost face in front of them anyway, so it didn’t matter. He dreaded the thought of doing so in front of others!!

“…” Si Yue was both amused and annoyed by his son’s cheekiness.

Fu Yunruo chuckled softly. At the same time, she was also quite puzzled inside. Wenwen had clearly accepted Si Yue as his father, so why he kept refusing to call him ‘Dad’?

Checking the time, Fu Yunruo found there was still more than an hour before they arrived. They couldn’t keep playing cards to pass the time, not to mention that it was already past Wenwen’s usual nap time. “Do you want to take a nap?” She asked the boy.

Wenwen was still in high spirits, but the emotional rollercoaster had drained his energy. Hearing the word ‘nap,’ he suddenly felt drowsy and couldn’t help yawning. Seeing this, Fu Yunruo carried him to the bedroom to rest.

As they settled down, Fu Yunruo held Wenwen in her arms, gently patting his back and lulling him to sleep.

Amidst the drowsiness, Wenwen suddenly heard his mother asking, “Baobao, why are you still hesitating to call ‘Dad’?”

Wenwen’s heavy eyelids widened in an instant. He twisted his small body, his fingers clasping Fu Yunruo’s collar.

Fu Yunruo patiently waited. After a moment, Wenwen slowly confessed, “I can’t bring myself to say it…”