Chapter 2: Son of a Tycoon Worth 10 Billion

Seven years later—

Time flutters by, swift as a white steed flashing past a crack. In the blink of an eye.

Half-past seven in the evening.

A painful howl shatters the tranquil night.

In the skyscraper, the CEO's office.

A man writhes in agony on the floor, rolling about as he is whipped, screaming continuously.

A dozen bodyguards stand by indifferently, while on the sofa sits a child, carved and polished like a gem.

Little Baby, about seven years old, with black silky hair and skin white and clear, has a delicate and beautiful face, adorable chubby cheeks, and beautiful eyes, distinct in black and white, with long, curled eyelashes.

Such a clean and handsome little dumpling, dressed in a snow-white shirt and black suit pants, even wearing a pretty bow tie on his collar.

However, such an innocent appearance is starkly out of place with the gruesome scene before him.

He holds a four-panel comic book emotionlessly, occasionally glancing coldly at the man being whipped.

"Ah!! Ah..." The man's screams are hideous, continuously begging for mercy, disgracefully crying as he pleads, "I was wrong, I know it now..."

Little Baby slightly furrows his brow, then lowers his head again, turning another page with his pale small hands, seemingly deaf to the man's screams of agony, as if they were completely unrelated to him.

He is engrossed in reading the comic book, absorbed when suddenly, the mobile phone on the table starts vibrating.

One bodyguard walks over to check, his expression changes, respectfully brings the phone to the child.

Little Baby glances, and on the screen, the contact reads "Mommy," his expression tightening slightly.

He takes the phone with his small hand, lifts his head, and puts a finger to his lips, "Shush."

The man wielding the whip immediately ceases his actions, and at the same time, covers the crying man's mouth tightly with his hand.

Little Baby then answers the call, his indifferent gaze softening as he speaks with a milky voice emerging from his tender lips:

"Mommy?"

"Momo, Mommy is home, where did you go?" A worried female voice comes from the other end.

Momo replies, "I went out to buy some candy."

"Are you at the supermarket?"

"Yes."

"In that case, pick up some things for Mommy on your way back, I'm cooking something delicious for Momo today!"

With a glance from Momo, a bodyguard promptly approaches and kneels beside him, notebook and pen in hand.

Momo, smiling, responds, "Sure, what does Mommy need?"

The woman on the phone meticulously dictates, and he earnestly repeats, "Salt, vinegar, ham... noodles, anything else?"

As he speaks, the bodyguard tensely jot down with his pen.

"That's all, good boy, Mommy will meet you downstairs."

"Ok."

Momo hangs up the phone, gently places it on the table, and slowly stands up from the sofa, walking to the man covered in injuries.

His gaze turns cold, lifting his leg, his shiny leather shoe heavily grinding down on the man's face.

Momo coldly questions, "Admitting your mistake?"

Though a voice so young, barely seven years old, it carries a terrifying lethality, starkly different from the lamb-like demeanor he had on the phone.

"I was wrong, I know I was wrong..." The man cries painfully.

As if, the one looking down upon him now is not a child, but the Son of the Devil.

Momo coldly counters, "Wrong about what?"

"I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have harbored those intents towards your mother..."

Momo presses, "What kind of intent…"

The man was too ashamed to speak, his face flushing red.

Momo's foot pressed down harder, "Speak."

"I was wrong, I know I was wrong! I shouldn't have lusted after your mother's beauty, harassed her sexually. Please forgive me! Forgive me…"

Momo glanced at him indifferently, seeing that he had been beaten black and blue, kneeling in a prone position, trembling all over, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Two weeks ago, Mommy suddenly came home injured, hiding in her room to treat the bruises.

He secretly investigated and found out that Mommy was forced by her beastly boss to comply with hidden rules, she refused to death, and as a result, she was beaten up. Afraid of the scandal being exposed, the scum fired Mommy and even took her severance pay.

He is the scum of scum!

Little Baby narrowed his eyes, "What right do you have to touch even a hair on my mommy? You think you are worthy!?"

The man screamed in fright, "I won't dare anymore! I will never dare again…"

Seeing his face just filled Momo with disgust, he ordered emotionlessly, "Take him away."

"Yes."

The bodyguard dragged the man away.

Momo looked down at his leather shoes, noticing some blood stains that had accidentally got on them, he immediately frowned in disgust.

Beside him, a bodyguard approached, knelt down beside him, and took out a handkerchief, carefully wiping it off.

Momo asked, "Has someone been sent to buy the things?"

The bodyguard replied, "Someone has already bought them."

Momo said, "Take me to the entrance of the district."

The bodyguard nodded, "Yes."

…

Ankang District.

A six-story residential building.

The kitchen light was on.

Lin Qi stared worriedly at the burnt braised pork in the pot when suddenly she heard the fingerprint lock beep.

Momo was back!

She went to the entrance and saw Momo standing at the door, changing shoes, holding a shopping bag from the supermarket.

"Momo!" Lin Qi lunged towards the little guy as if seeing a savior.

"Smack."

Momo put down the shopping bag and kissed her on the cheek, suddenly smelling something burnt, he sniffed and disdainfully glanced at her, "What got burnt?"

Lin Qi sheepishly looked at Momo who gracefully floated into the kitchen, seeing him staring blankly at the charred braised pork, she chuckled nervously and said, "Momo, do you think Mommy's cooking could still improve…"

Momo sighed softly, revealing a doting yet helpless look, gently touched Lin Qi's hair, "Mommy, didn't I tell you to stay out of the kitchen?"

Saying so, he put on a small bear apron and dumped all of Lin Qi's disastrous cooking into the trash.

Lin Qi watched in shame.

Momo, only seven years old, had taken over all the household chores, including cooking.

She stood at the kitchen door watching Xiao Mo skillfully ignite the stove and heat the pan, she guiltily poked her fingers, "Xiao Mo, Mommy seems to have no talent for cooking at all."

Momo responded, "Mommy being able to give birth to such a smart son as me is the most powerful talent."

Lin Qi was amused.

"Mommy just needs to stay beautiful," Momo said, "Otherwise, what's the use of birthing a son as cute and smart as me?"

Lin Qi nodded in agreement with a laugh, "Yeah, whatever Momo says is right."

The more she watched Momo, the more she adored him. Momo was simply growing up as handsome as her face could imagine, completely the kind of beautiful young man who would charm everyone effortlessly in the future!