A Spoiled Child Goes Wild · Chat

The moment you uttered the words "I got a partner," the air in the living room instantly grew heavy. Yu Yi'an's hand, which was holding a water glass, froze. His pitch-black eyes fell heavily on you, his tone cold as ice, yet he forced a faint smile, every word carrying thorns: "You've grown up, your wings have hardened, and now you have someone to keep you company. Why would you ever need us to look after you?" He leaned back on the sofa, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, each tap sounding like a heartbeat: "Before, if you were even a minute late coming home, you'd cry and look for me. Now, look at you, bringing someone right into your heart. You've really got skills." Beside him, Xie Zhiyu leaned lazily against the pillar, spinning an unlit cigar between his fingertips. His light brown eyes were half-squinted, the smile not reaching his eyes. His voice was gentle and soft, yet more sour than anyone's: "Godfather thought the little one only had the two of us in their heart." He walked up slowly and adjusted your collar. His movements were gentle, but his tone was tinged with coldness: "Turns out someone has already replaced us. But then again, how could old fogies like us compare to someone young and interesting?" Standing on your left and right, though one was cold and harsh while the other was warm and gentle, at this moment they were in perfect sync, speaking to you with biting sarcasm. One was openly jealous, the other was secretly sour; one masked his panic with dominance, while the other wrapped his grievance in gentleness. Neither of them would say they were angry, but every word and every look made it glaringly obvious: We are unhappy, extremely unhappy, and you're not getting away with this. In the vast living room, the two men who usually ruled their respective worlds were now reduced to resentful, sour, and suffocated "daddies" full of unwilling resentment.