Chapter 166 [Extra Chapter: Chi Youmo]
My name is Chi Youmo.
I don't like my name; it's so random, like I picked it up while collecting trash.
But this is the name my mother gave me, and I don't dare show that I don't like it.
Because my mother is the only queen in the family.
My dad?
He is neither a prince nor a king.
He... is probably more like a clingy little princess.
I heard that when I was just born...
The nurse excitedly held me up in the operating room to show my mother.
My mother didn't show any great, radiant maternal love; she just frowned and looked at me, all scrunched up.
He said one thing—
"So ugly."
Then I was so ugly that I cried and fainted.
My father didn't even glance at me; he kept circling around my mother.
The next day, I was washed clean and turned into a soft and glutinous milk dumpling.
My mom looked at me, opened and closed her mouth, and gave me a random name.
From then on, this name, which sounded like a joke, accompanied me throughout my life.
When I was 3 years old, I felt like my family couldn't do without me.
"Momo, Mommy feels so bad! Only eating a bag of spicy snacks can save me. Please save me!"
I ran to the snack shelf and pulled out my mom's favorite spicy snack to save her.
"Momo, Mommy's so clumsy, I can't peel grapes, can you help me!"
I sat on a small stool, carefully picked up a large, plump grape, peeled it, and offered the translucent flesh to my mother's lips.
"Momo, Mommy..."
There are many such calls every day.
My heart is tired, but I am also very proud. This family really can't do without me!
But occasionally, my small body can't withstand the pressure.
For example, when you go shopping at the mall.
My dad is incredibly arrogant. He always dresses like a peacock with its tail feathers spread out, trying to attract my lecherous mom's attention.
My short legs can't keep up with them, so I'm trying to cheat.
I remembered a scene I saw in a TV series.
I tried to lie on the ground and act like a spoiled brat, hoping my parents would pick me up.
But after a while I didn't hear any sound, I curiously looked up.
I found my dear mom and dad sitting next to me with milk tea and fried chicken, watching me act.
"This acting is still a bit lacking."
"They're all a bit embarrassing for us award-winning actors and actresses."
"Let's see how long you can stay like this. Anyway, the two of us will stay with you to the end."
The fried chicken smelled so good that people passing by were curiously looking at our family of three.
They're both shameless and don't care at all.
I can't do it, I'm ashamed. I'll get up honestly and admit my mistake.
What can we do? Get up! Who can outdo those two?
When I was 5 years old, I became a little rebellious.
I want to sleep with my mom at night.
The students in the extracurricular classes all said that their mothers would hold them every night and tell them bedtime stories.
I want to do that too.
But Dad disagreed.
My dad and I are constantly battling wits, and I always end up losing.
He could throw me out with just one arm.
I unleashed a flurry of fiery punches, working myself into a sweat, but my dad wasn't hurt at all.
He looked at me with particular disdain.
"You little good-for-nothing! You think you can steal my wife?! Go back to your pipe dream!"
Later, my mother told me that my father was timid and would cry when he slept alone.
I thought about it and realized that I am a brave man and I am not afraid, but my father is so fragile, so I should give in to him.
Sigh, what can I do? I'm the only "adult" in this family!
When I was 8 years old, my classmates at school all said that my parents were big stars.
I had no idea, I only knew that my parents really loved acting.
Even after all these years, they still enjoy acting out scenes from "Empresses in the Palace" and "Princess Pearl" at home.
Sometimes I have to cooperate with them, but they always make me play the role of a little eunuch!
Hmph! I'm angry!
I've decided not to make them sandwiches for breakfast tomorrow morning!
But my classmates always like me to bring autographed photos of my parents.
I found it annoying, so I said that the two of them couldn't read.
Around that time, something seemed to be happening online. All I heard was my mother loudly questioning me:
"You call me illiterate?! Let's see if I can repeat myself when I insult you today!"
Then I saw that my mom almost made her phone smoke.
She must be going through a fierce battle. I'd better hide and not disturb her.
When I was 12 years old, I started junior high school.
My mother suddenly decided to tutor me.
Perhaps her maternal instincts have awakened, and she wants to be a virtuous wife and loving mother.
But she picked up my workbook and immediately put it down again.
"Is education this advanced now? What does this symbol mean? Isn't mathematics just about addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division? Who invented this new symbol?"
“............”
"I can't tutor you on this. You should ask your dad; he's a top student."
"But Dad always tells me your love story."
I feel very wronged.
Before I finished my homework, my dad would sit at his desk, proudly and smugly reminiscing about his love story.
I have to clap along, otherwise he'll curse me so I'll never find a girlfriend.
When I was 15, I went to high school.
As puberty began and I grew taller, I often found love letters in my desk drawer.
At that time, I only wanted to study and knew nothing about relationships.
But one day, he accidentally brought a love letter home.
My mother happened to be home that day, and by sheer coincidence, she saw my love letter.
I was a little scared and wanted to explain to her that I wasn't in a relationship.
As a result, my mother got really excited, her eyes sparkling with gossip.
"Son, are you dating someone? Is it a boy or a girl? What do they look like? Are they pretty? What's their personality like? When are you going to bring them home to meet us?"
“..........”
She didn't open my letter; instead, she turned and huddled with my father, excitedly discussing the latest gossip.
I've always known that my parents are extremely curious; they often gossip about others while hiding under the covers.
Unexpectedly, they didn't even spare their son.
In the short five minutes of their conversation, I had transformed from a pure and upright young man into an absolute top with a boyfriend.
I'm so confused. That love letter was clearly from a girl, so how did I become a lesbian?!
The important thing is that they wouldn't listen to my explanation at all!
I've already started preparing to go undercover at my school gate tomorrow to see my future daughter-in-law!
At 18, I was admitted to a top university.
My parents were very happy and rewarded me with a house, telling me:
"You're all grown up now, go live on your own, and don't bother my wife and me with your happy life unless it's important."
“............”
"Son, don't mess around if you live alone. Although our family is rich, we don't take in unfilial sons."
“............”
I'm mentally exhausted.
As their son, I am truly exhausted.
But I also love my mom and dad very much. They respect me as an equal and never use their parental authority to suppress me.
They communicate with me on an equal footing regarding anything I do, and they respect my choices.
They protected my childlike innocence, respected my privacy, and raised me very well.
Most importantly, my parents love each other very much, which is the best lesson I've ever learned.
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