chapter 18

From the next day onwards, Na Ze really started to implement the promise of giving Momo private space and time, but this promise was a real trouble for Momo whether to laugh or cry. She really couldn’t figure out if it was the cultural or racial differences between East and West that were causing this bizarre situation!

In short, Na Ze’s specific daily schedule was as follows: make breakfast for Momo and go to bed; make lunch for Momo and go to bed; make dinner for Momo and go to bed, ah no, go out to work. The next day, of course, the cycle continued. In addition to deliberately avoiding it, Na Ze hadn’t said a word to Momo either, don’t get me wrong, not ignoring it, not cold-eyed, just simply being modest and gracefully observant. A very reasonable explanation for this is also given in his note of commitment to Momo – to avoid disturbing Momo’s mood swings and rational thinking.

Of course, there are still some tasks that Na Ze, as a couple under the same roof, needs Momo’s help with, such as their intimate attitude when holding hands as they attend banquets, although they always talk to each other separately, and the fact that they have to help the baby bathe together around 5:00 p.m. Since he is not allowed to talk, the burden of teaching the baby to speak “human language” also falls on Momo.

Based on all of this, Momo finally knows what it means to be truly depressed and bored! Poor her, she has to cram the basics for her final exam at school, and at home she has to face a husband who doesn’t talk and a son who has to learn to talk, life (ginseng), Momo sighs, it really is not a cheap thing! As Momo sighed to her son, the first and only noun that poor baby Lucifer learned in this family environment was not “daddy” or “mommy”, but the phrase: “Silver heart!”

From time to time during Momo’s most miserable days, Peter Youngfield would also appear at the school, and it was always very appropriate for him to appear near her, sitting quietly in the classroom where she studied or at the next table in the restaurant, staring at her, and then sulking. In fact, basically, Momo does not resent him, and even has a kind of guilt mixed with curiosity, but Peter’s eyes full of deep affection, letting it deeply bear the heart of inquiry, to think about their own marriage anyway, ten years ago, even if you know now what can be done! If you don’t turn back, why don’t you forget? If you’ve already forgotten, why bother to pursue it, so be it, she’ll do the right thing and leave the opportunity to the little girls who are staring around at Peter!

With such a mentality, Peter was able to hide from her. Peter also seemed to sense her intention and appeared more and more cautiously around Momo, trying not to disturb her. One time, Momo turned back inadvertently, and because he couldn’t avoid it, he even bumped into a pillar in the corridor and got a big bruise on his forehead, which made Momo feel that he was really guilty, so he had to look forward to his dreaded final exam to end the ordeal.

On the sixteenth day of not speaking, Momo finally finished all her exam subjects, and after trudging through the school’s gates, she glanced back at the school’s golden sign, stretched out one finger under her nose, took a sharp breath and halfway through, muttered, “Good, I’m still alive!”

There is a Chinese saying, “If you don’t break out in silence, you pervert yourself in silence”. I don’t know if this saying applies to foreigners, but Momo, who is a Chinese, obviously cannot escape this law. At night, Momo was lying in bed with her whole body aching, her hands clenched in fists, and the big house did not make a sound at all. She stared at the ceiling for two hours and kicked her foot on the bedside table, and suddenly developed the urge to strangle Na Ze. This husband does not care anymore, Momo pounded the headboard hard, and since she is still alive, she doesn’t mind letting the foreign race understand the mystery of Chinese civilization. Tomorrow, she is going to explode, explode with perversion, explode with perversion!

On the first day of winter break, Momo slept until she woke up naturally, her eyes opened to the wall clock in her room. This is very good, 5 a.m., thinking that Na Ze should not be back to cook her breakfast, it is a good time to have a sure catch, so she also did not sleep. It made her excited as she huffed and puffed while moving a sofa chair to the kitchen, took her son into her arms, and then lying down to eat an apple in a rigorous manner.

Unfortunately, when Na Ze returned home at seven o’clock and walked into the kitchen, what was in front of him was a different scene. His lovely wife lay cross-legged in the middle of the kitchen whirring to sleep, her son hanging in her arms, one leg flopping hard in mid-air in order to lick the apple kernel into his mother’s hand.

Na Ze sighed helplessly, bent down and picked up his son, the little guy’s two eyes were staring at him, stretched out his little finger and pointed to the snack in his mother’s hand, full of hope. “Silver heart ~” He could not help thinking whether to laugh or cry as he brought another apple, squeezed it into his son’s little hand, the baby’s mouth was pouting, seemed not satisfied, but perhaps really hungry, grabbed the apple and printed his two front teeth. Na Ze walked towards the room’s door, invited the servant who was waiting outside, told her to take the child, and then, closing the door, a strange smile appeared on the handsome face. If we really want to define it, well, we can call it a bittersweet smile!

We can’t blame Na Ze for showing a smile that would be impossible for a normal person, in fact, it has nothing directly to do with him being a vampire himself, and we can only blame Momo for being a very human being in human skin, about which we can argue from Na Ze’s reaction to holding her like that.

The kick, counterattack, and choking of neck, Momo did the above-mentioned moves can be described as flowing and accomplished in a single breath, and the terrible thing is, in the process, she kept her eyes closed and snored. Na Ze did not even dare to move to lie under Momo, maintaining his bittersweet smile, gazing with a soft and gentle look, obviously already used to it.

He licked the corner of his mouth and rubbed it against his body before he vaguely threatened, “Which guy is trying to steal from me? How many times have I told you, girl, my snacks are not under the pillow!”

The symbolic personality tightened the neck of the person in her hand, the other party neither answered nor struggled, Momo felt a little strange, and reluctantly opened her eyes, and found that it was not the child she remembered, but a big handsome man. “Ah, ah ah!”

The magic tone pierced his ears, and handsome Na Ze’s smile deepened instead.

Momo scrambled to get up from him and explained in a rambling manner, “Sorry, after the orphanage, there were too many bad kids–” After a pause, she crooked her head again and kept a half squatting posture, and suddenly thought of a serious question, “Wait, you are not a good person either. Say, why don’t you say anything?! You won’t get out of this door until you make it clear!”