Dressed as The Villain's Mother Chapter 48.1

Published at 9th of October 2023 11:32:33 AM

At first, Ji Zhile was very angry because his mother deliberately misunderstood what he was talking about fried skewers as milk.

She obviously knows that he hates drinking milk the most. From the beginning until now, Ji Zhile feels that his dislike of milk will continue into the far future.

Although he has to drink milk every day now, it’s because he wants to grow taller, not because he likes it.

Mom made him so anxious on purpose.

Ji Zhile quickly ran back to his room. The first thing he did was to find his revenge notebook and prepare to record it seriously. But this soon stumped Ji Zhile, because he found that he knew why he was angry, but he could not write it down.

This is so nerve-wracking. Ji Zhile thought about it for a long time before writing it down vaguely.

“I said I want to eat fried skewers, but Mom said I want to drink milk.”

But looking at it like this, it seems that there is nothing to be angry about. Ji Zhile thought hard, and finally, he added a sentence that he said about it four times, it is really annoying!

And an angry villain is drawn in the back, so it doesn’t look very standard.

When he was about to write something else, there was a knock on the door of his room.

“Zhile.”

It’s his mother’s voice!

Ji Zhile quickly put the notebook under the storybook and then ran to open the door.

He stood at the door after unscrewing the handle: “What’s the matter?”

He did not call because he was still angry. (T/N: Call Mom, he means…)

But, Si Tian did not care about it at all and pinched his face: “Mom came to apologize to you. I shouldn’t have misunderstood your words just now.”

Ji Zhile is a very generous child. Since his mother apologized, he forgave her, stepped aside, and said politely: “Mom, please come in.”

Si Tian sat on the stool and asked casually, “Zhile, what did you just say you wanted to eat at the door?”

Ji Zhile said seriously: “Fried skewers.”

Si Tian: “Oh, fried skewers, how about fried carrots?”

Ji Zhile shook his head: “No.” Although the fried food was delicious, Ji Zhile felt that fried carrots must not be delicious.

Si Tian said, “Oh, okay, let Auntie fry the carrots tomorrow.”

Ji Zhile raised his voice: “No!”

“Ah, yes, yes, fried carrots.”

Ji Zhile stomped his feet: “Mom, you did it on purpose again!”

He is so angry. He must write it down when his mother is gone! Remember for a lifetime!

Si Tian showed a relaxed smile: “Okay, don’t fry the carrots, Mom really got it misheard just now.”

The experiment came out. Her youngest son was not stupid, but he hadn’t been subjected to any routines, so he could not react when he was subjected to such routines for the first time.

Ji Zhile asked: “Really?”

Si Tian pretended to be sincere: “Really, will Mom still lie to you?”

Ji Zhile said, “Okay.”

He really believed it.

Si Tian kept smiling kindly, stroked his little curly hair, and then looked at the small desk in the room: “Was Zhile reading just now?”

Ji Zhile said, “Yes.”

The revenge book can be regarded as a book. Ji Zhile feels that he is not lying.

Si Tian stood up, walked to the table, and found that it was a phonetic version of Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tales. Ji Zhile could understand fairy tales at such a young age. Si Tian was quite surprised, picked up the book, and prepared to read it.

But unexpectedly, Ji Zhile was very nervous: “Mom, don’t move it!”

Si Tian: “What’s wrong?”

Ji Zhile was almost dying of anxiety. If his mother picked up the storybook and saw the notebook below, she would discover the content of his vengeance. No, no, no…

Ji Zhile blinked, not knowing what to do.

“My book…”

Si Tian got his meaning strangely and completed his words: “Can’t I touch your book?”

Ji Zhile nodded.

Si Tian pretended to be a little sad: “Okay, Zhile has grown up, Mom can’t even touch his things.”

Ji Zhile was a little nervous again: “You can touch it, but not now…”

Si Tian thought for a while. Although she was a little curious about Ji Zhile’s strange attitude, she still respected the child’s privacy.

“Okay.”

Seeing that Si Tian was so obedient, Ji Zhile picked up the dolphin doll beside his bed and handed it to Si Tian: “Mom, let Wanwan sleep with you tonight.”

Si Tian thought it was a bit funny that Ji Zhile named each of his dolls. She took it: “Thank you, Zhile.”

Chapter end