Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is a Affectionate Spitfire

“I know that I shouldn’t have lied to you; I shouldn’t have told you lies… wu wu wu… Please don’t abandon me, alright?”

Hearing the child’s crying on the other end of the walkie-talkie, Pei Ge sighed lightly.

“Stop crying, boy. I’m not blaming you; stop crying.”

“I know that you’ve guessed it already…”

The child sniffed in a terrified voice immediately after she spoke.

“That’s right. I’ve guessed it…” she softly admitted, feeling helpless.

She did not expect Ji Chi to be unlike the naïve, innocent, and obedient child she had pegged him as.

Rather, he was… one who made use of his advantages to scheme against others…

He had long realized that she was the ‘Auntie Hani’ he had been conversing with through the walkie-talkie. Therefore, given his understanding of her personality, he made use of her…

She made use of her to complain about Qiao Jingyun, and she only realized what the child had done afterward.

“Wuu… Sorry; I didn’t do it on purpose…”

At her admittance, the child wept again.

That voice sounded especially heart-wrenching.

“Alright. Stop calling me ‘mommy’. Just call me Sister Hani like you used to before.”

She rubbed her temple helplessly. To be honest, she was not angry that this child had lied to her.

She was angry with the environment that the child grew up in. A child should be naïve and innocent, yet this one actually learned to scheme against others at such a tender age. How was this not heart-aching?

“Are you still angry with me?” The child wept timidly.

“No. I’m not angry with you. Be good and stop crying. Auntie will never be angry with you.”

Her voice softened when she perceived the anxiety and nervousness in the child’s voice.

“You’re lying… If not, why won’t you let me address you as ‘mommy’…”

It was apparent that her effort to comfort the child did not work. His weeping only grew louder, and it seemed that he was starting to lose control of his emotions.

“Auntie isn’t truly angry with you. I’m not letting you call me that because… your mommy isn’t me… You can’t use that word on me, anyhow…”

For some reason, there was a slight hitch in her voice when she told the boy that.

“I want you to be my mother, though…” The child stopped crying and declared before mumbling, “I know that you think that I’m not a good child and I’m naughty for lying to you, but… I didn’t do it on purpose. I was just… scared.”

Perceiving the lost and fear in the child’s voice, her heart was close to melting.

Right now, she just wanted to appear beside the boy and embrace him tightly, telling him that she really did not mind…

“Auntie, sorry; I really didn’t want to lie to you. Sorry… but I really didn’t know what to do. She’s really too scary… Why couldn’t you be my mother, instead?”