802: He's Really Smart!

He's Really Smart!

Ningning was usually an obedient child; rarely would he kick up a fuss, but he would transform into an imp, unrelenting in his mischief when it came to injections. 1

He hated needles more than anything, and thus, he hated injections for they involved them.

While his mother was distracted, Ningning slid off the bed and hid beneath it.

Ahem...

By the time either Jiang Tingxu or Mo Boyuan realised what Ningning was up to, they were too late to stop him. Ningning's behaviour left them at a loss for words.

Ningning used the opportunity presented by his parent's state of stupefaction to crawl out from under the bed and make a run for the restroom barefoot, slamming the door shut behind him.

His actions were swift and calculated, without a moment of hesitation.

Mo Boyuan was the first to react. He lunged at the door, attempting to yank it open. Unfortunately, Ningning had already locked the door from the inside. "Mo Zhining, open the door this instant!"

Open the door?

Ningning was no fool!

"No!"

The little boy's firm refusal brook no room for argument.

Mo Boyuan laughed beside himself in anger.

"Mo Zhining, I'm going to count to three. If you don't open the door and you force me to knock this door down, your buttocks can say hello to its best friend - the cane!"

Inside, the little boy covered his buttocks on reflex, his face scrunching up in phantom pain.

"Ningning has locked the door. There's no way Dad can enter!!" He shouted.

Hmph! His son was still too naive. Where there is a will, there is a way.

Mo Boyuan rubbed his aching forehead, Jiang Tingxu standing by his side.

"Ningning, please open the door. Do it for Mom, won't you?"

"No, no! Mom, don't listen to Dad! Dad is a bad guy. He'll use you to get to me!"

Her son thought she was colluding with his father?

When did he learn something like that?

Did he think his father was the big bad wolf?

Jiang Tingxu flushed in embarrassment. As for Mo Boyuan, his face was the colour of pitch.

To be ridiculed by his son, to be called a liar, a wolf in sheep's clothing... It was too much! Mo Boyuan felt the veins in his temple throb.

Mo Boyuan vowed to teach his son how to write the word for 'death' as soon as he got his hands on him.

The little boy was in for a lesson by his father, regardless of the outcome.

The couple stood staring at the door, helpless. Just then, Gu Ranzhi arrived.

"Hey, what's going on?"

The nurse, privy to the whole scene, recounted the sequence of events to Gu Ranzhi. It took all he could to keep a straight face upon learning the details.

"Ahem, Mr Gu, the Young Master is making a scene."

Ningning was so cute!

Having understood the situation, Gu Ranzhi handed the needle to the nurse and walked toward the bathroom door.

Jiang Tingxu was about to speak, but Gu Ranzhi stopped her. "Shh, let me try," he whispered.

Mo Boyuan pulled his wife away and took a few steps back.

The couple remained silent. It was all up to Gu Ranzhi now.

Gu Ranzhi approached the restroom door and knocked. "Ningning, it's uncle."

The little boy instantly recognised his uncle's voice and cried pitifully, "Uncle, are you here to force Ningning too?" The little boy could not mask how wronged he felt.

Sob, sob, sob... adults were all the same!

However, Gu Ranzhi said, "No, I'm not. I know Ningning doesn't want to receive an infusion, am I right?"

"Yes!"

"Why don't you want to receive an infusion?" Gu Ranzhi asked patiently.

"Ningning doesn't like needles! Needles hurt!"

Ningning was afraid of injections!

Ah, so that was the reason. There probably was not a child who did not fear needles at one point in their lives.

Gu Ranzhi coaxed the little boy gently, "If Ningning doesn't want an infusion, then uncle will bring Ningning to the doctor to ask if she has some other method to help you. How about that?"

Although Ningning was young, he was not stupid.

"Okay. Ningning shall wait here for Uncle to ask the doctor."

Indeed, the little boy was very clever.

The adults listening in on the conversation could not help but shake their heads wryly.

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