The Anarchic Consort c1-1376

by Warring Young Seven

  Many people said that it was a better option to buy a commercial lot than working for half a year to earn the fund. They could wait for a good opportunity to sell it off and even earn a profit.

  Under such circ.u.mstances, the garage in the Old City District was still operating as usual.

  Due to the unique location of this garage, it had been valued at an exorbitant price.

  However, no matter how much the buyers offered, the owner of the garage would decline the offer with a smile.

  The operation of the garage was rather peculiar. When they were in a good mood, the workers would repair a few cars. When they were unhappy, they simply lay on the sports cars and sunbathed.

  Of course, these chavs' most common activity was acting cute in front of a little boy.

  "Little Boss, I've bought a new bottle of wine. Do you want to try some?"

  "How many times have I told you? You can't let a child drink wine!" The most handsome man among them stretched his leg out and kicked the 1.9-meter-tall burly man to the side.

  That fatal kick did not match his renowned beautiful face. "Little Boss, today is your first day of school. You must try to resist all sorts of temptations in the future. Otherwise, we will not feel at ease to send you to the school that's full of temptations."

  The sunlight shone on the boy, concealing his face. Despite that, they could hear his voice clearly. There was a hint of coldness, which was unseen in his peers, underneath his childish and innocent voice. "I'm only attending kindergarten."

  "Kindergarten is a very dangerous place!" The suited man looked at the little boy solemnly. "Little Boss, you don't know this. However, with your looks, even an aunt would not let you go! They will definitely tuck you into their pockets and kidnap you! Let alone those children who will always kiss their pretty peers."

  Hmmmm!

  The car owners standing at the side nodded unanimously, agreeing to the suited man!

  Owing to the presence of the suited man, the customers of the garage were mostly females.

  All of them had sharp chins. Besides, they often wore denim shorts, exposing slender legs.

  Even though they would usually frown subconsciously when they saw children, when they saw the little boy, they had a strong urge to pinch his cheeks.

  Oh my god! What kind of parents could give birth to such a handsome boy?!

  It was strange. Technically, he was raised by the chavs who repaired cars for a living.

  However, this child was born adorable. He carried an elegant aura as if he was a little prince who was left behind by an aristocrat.

  Now, the little boy was carrying a school bag. He was dressed in a plain white shirt, coupled with a black bowtie. His short hair was soft. His sparkling eyes, which were engraved beneath his prominent brow ridge, resembled a pair of diamonds that shone brightly at night. They were so pullicid, luring others to repeatedly and reflexively look into them.

  Old A shared a similar opinion, thinking that it was too risky to let the Little Boss go to school. With a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, he suggested, "In my opinion, you don't need to attend a kindergarten. You should just stay in the garage. Don't they merely learn Mathematics at school? Little Boss even knows… hmmm, hmmm!"

  The suited man covered Old A's mouth before he could finish his sentence. "Are you crazy? Do you want everyone to know that our Little Boss is a child prodigy? Be careful or Boss will kill you when she arrives! Speaking of which, why isn't the Boss here yet?"

  "She must be sleeping in again." The little boy supported his forehead with his hand, appearing as though he was having a headache. He flaunted his little canines whenever he spoke. "I'll go and wake my mother up. Uncle Old A, please get the milk ready. My mother would want to drink it after she wakes up."

  That was why they said that humans were a very unique species. It was not easy for a gang of chavs to raise such a considerate little gentleman.

  Due to the little boy's young age, he could not walk steadily. Still carrying the small school bag on his back, he staggered up the stairs with his short legs. Huffing and puffing, he climbed up the big white bed which had a width of two meters.

  The person hiding underneath the blanket did not open her eyes. She picked up the little boy and tuck him in her embrace. She sniffed the little boy with her tall, delicate nose. "Hmm, the milky aroma on my son is so pleasant. You smell wonderful."

  Obviously, the little boy had already gotten used to his mother's greeting gesture. He heaved a long sigh. "Pretty Wei Wei, although I really want to let you sleep in, it's already eight o'clock now. There is only another half an hour before your son needs to report himself at the kindergarten. Shouldn't you consider washing up now? Hmm?"

  "The way you 'hmm' sounds really interesting." Helian Wei Wei finally opened her eyes and placed her son aside. "Little Qingchen, let me, a person who has attended school before, teach you something. For a person like you who's about to go to school, there are three things you need to do before you can consider your school life a perfect one. First, you need to date a girl. Then, you'll have to play truant and be late to school. Since today is such a lovely day, why don't we conveniently tick off an item on the list and go to school late? What do you think?"

  When the car owners overheard the conversation, they almost tripped on their high heels and fell onto the ground.

  Gosh! Who educates their children like this?

  It truly was not easy for the little prince, who grew up in a garage, to be raised as a good man.

  Unfortunately, Helian Wei Wei did not think that there was anything wrong with the way she raised her child.

  She was very adamant about instilling her bossy president's ideology in her son.

  The little boy stretched one of his fingers out to gently poke Helian Wei Wei's soft cheek. He looked at her with his twinkling eyes and asked, "So, you and father met each other at school as well?"

  Helian Wei Wei paused for a moment. The corners of her lips curled into a smile as she recalled the time she met Baili Jia Jue. She yawned and replied lazily, "Hmm..."

  The little boy asked again, "Who was the one who took initiative?"

  This time, Helian Wei Wei answered in a straightforward manner, "Of course I was the one who courted him. As a bossy president, how could I let my partner confess his love first?"

  The little boy fell into a deep silence after he heard his mother's explanation. Has no one ever told my mother that she has started off at a wrong position?

  Chapter 884 - The Cool Mother And Son

  "By the way, if you meet anyone in school that you like, you must not be reserved. Remember, you are the son of the Mercenary Tycoon. When the time comes, you should do what you can. You should never waste a good candidate," said Helian Wei Wei, as she pulled Little Bun into her embrace and ruffled his hair.

  The little boy struggled to remove himself from her arms. His black baby hair stuck up. Then, acting like an a.d.u.l.t, he picked up a pair of jeans that was lying on the chair and passed it to Helian Wei Wei. "Pretty Wei Wei, I'm going to kindergarten, not high school. It's too early for me like someone."

  "Relationsh.i.p.s are something that should be picked up from a young age." Helian Wei Wei casually tied up her long hair up with a black ponytail holder. She wore a sombre expression on her always beautiful face. "You must make sure to find a pretty one."

  The little boy passed her the milk that he prepared. "Pretty Wei Wei, don't tell me that back then, you fell for my dad because of his face."

  "What do you think?" Helian Wei Wei reached out to pinch her son's little ears before she stretched her body lazily. "Besides his face, his body is quite good as well. Hmm, and his fruity voice too. You're too young to be asking about the details."

  Little Bun was speechless. I didn't ask about it. You're clearly the one who is eager to tell me about it.

  Ever since he was a young boy, his bedtime stories were either knowledge about sniper rifles or the specific plot of how his mother court
ed his father.

  For that, his mother had even written a Wife Courting Manual.

  After he read through that manual, he deemed his father, whom he had never met before, as a wicked and scheming man.

  Only such a man could feel at ease being courted by a woman. Not only that, he would occasionally release some baits, making his mother increasingly aggressive.

  Regardless, it would be very tricky to deal with a man like him.

  "Little Qingchen, why are you daydreaming? Let's go." Helian Wei Wei patted Little Bun's head. She wanted to wear a matching outfit with him. Therefore, she wore a shirt today. She matched that crisp white shirt with a pair of skinny leather trousers before she finished her outfit with a leather BoyLondon beret. Under her curly maroon hair curly, which reached her waist, was a black diamond ear stud. Owing to her gorgeous features, she appeared very chic.

  Some customers who visited her garage even wondered if she was a lesbian.

  After all, girls like her always attracted a lot of attention. It was difficult for people to overlook her beauty that transcended genders.

  Besides, she owned a BMW Tomahawk that could make everyone scream at first sight.

  There were hardly any women who could handle an S1000rr, unless their legs were long enough. Otherwise, their presence would certainly be overshadowed by the splendour of the vehicle.

  However, for Helian Wei Wei, the BMW appeared as though it was made for her. As she balanced the bike with her long slim legs, Helian Wei Wei raised her right hand and closed the helmet visor with a loud snap!

  Many people already had their eyes fixed on them. The little boy sat in front of Helian Wei Wei, wearing a mini helmet that she had built specially for him. He looked simply dashing!

  It was as though this mother and son duo were born to be a sight to behold, looking extremely handsome as they sped off.

  All the passersby on the street could not help but turn to gawk at them, especially the automotive enthusiasts. Even the ones in sports cars reflexively rolled down their windows and whistled at them.

  "Your bike is so cool!"

  "BMW Tomahawk. It is extinct, right?"

  "Look, the rider is a woman!"

  "Impossible! Do you think the Tomahawk is like the electric scooter you have at home? Not everyone can ride it!"

  Meanwhile, Helian Wei Wei did not stay too long on the stretch of road, as the Tomahawk was well-known for its speed. When she leaned her body forward to accelerate her bike, the onlookers could only see the fierceness of that beautiful and fiery beast as it flashed past before their eyes.

  Screech!

  Helian Wei Wei parked the motorcycle and took off her helmet. Then, she skilfully took Little Bun off the bike. "Your kindergarten is pretty good."

  The kindergartens in Beijing adopted a comprehensive educational system. It was basically a school for elite education. Hence, she reckoned that her son would not feel bored at school.

  "Hmm." The little boy was feeling blissful about going to kindergarten. He reached out to tug at Helian Wei Wei's sleeve, urging her politely, "Don't run around when I'm in class. My class ends at 5 o'clock. By that time, I'll go back by myself."

  "Wait a minute, Little Qingchen. I feel like there's something very wrong with you. Don't you usually ask me to come and pick you up?" Helian Wei Wei raised her eyebrows. "Are you trying to do something behind my back?"

  The little boy facepalmed. "I just wanted to walk home by myself."

  "Alright, Little Qingchen is starting to be independent now," said Helian Wei Wei, as she looked toward the spot where the little boy's gaze landed. A faint and black silhouette was squatting in the shadow of the school gate. It was small and was a child who had passed away not long ago.

  Naturally, the small child noticed the little boy who was staring at him as well. He widened his eyes before he hopped toward the boy, feeling astounded. "You can see me? You can actually see me!"

  Little Bun was calm as he replied at a steady pace, "Indeed, I can see you. But, if you do not reincarnate, and instead, stay around to harm the others, I wouldn't mind giving you a ride."

  Upon hearing that, the little black shadow knew that the boy was no one to be trifled with. Then, the shadow intended to reach out and touch Little Bun.

  Little did the shadow expect to see a black dog materializing behind the little boy the moment he moved. The black dog was frighteningly huge. Its eyes were as red as fresh blood and a thick black mist enveloped its entire body.

  Although the little black shadow had just passed away recently, he was at least a ghost. His ghost instincts told him that it was best for him to leave the the boy immediately, or else things would not end well for him.

  Thus, the little black shadow turned panickedly and vanished into thin air!

  Helian Wei Wei lowered her head, fixing the small tie around her son's collar. "Aura of resentment will linger at places where dead souls take form. Stay vigilant, alright?"

  "Alright," the little boy replied. However, in reality, he was not bothered by these ghosts and spirits. His inherent arrogance was destined by his bloodline. "You should return to the garage now. Lately, the business of the garage hasn't been good. If you don't work harder, you will not be able to pay for my school fees."

  The little boy would say things like that because both mother and son shared similar money values.

  They were earning money as a pastime.

  "Wei Wei, how did you end up so poor? I never would've imagined you, the prettiest girl in the Faculty of Law, not being able to afford your son's school fees."

  Chapter 885 - A Country Bumpkin?

  Intrigued by the comment, Helian Wei Wei lifted her eyebrows as she gazed toward the source of the voice.

  A well-dressed rich lady was standing nearby with a handbag sling over her left shoulder. Meanwhile, with her right hand, she was holding the hand of a boy who was absurdly fat.

  That boy was obese, yet he was still l.i.c.k.i.n.g his popsicle gleefully. Perhaps there was an issue with his upbringing, as the Little Fatty looked at others with a surly gaze. He had somewhat been stained by his mother's arrogance, riding his high horse as he looked down his nose at everyone.

  "Mom, who is this country bumpkin?"

  He looked slightly older than Helian Qingchen, and he did not forget to shoot a glance in Helian Wei Wei's direction as he spoke.

  The rich lady gave a low laugh and her meaning was self-evident. "How can you call him a country bumpkin? She was my classmate before. She's just a little skint now. You must not look down on them, understand?"

  Skint? The little boy chuckled, loath to befriend the fat boy. He looked at Helian Wei Wei. "Pretty Wei Wei, I'll go in first. Remember what I said, don't run around."

  Helian Wei Wei always thought the expression on her son's face resembled His Highness to a certain degree. She immediately nodded without replying.

  The rich lady looked at their reaction and burst into laughter. "Wei Wei, I had not seen you for three years. Back then, you were a celebrity in university. Men are certainly the creatures of circ.u.mstances. I thought you became a lawyer. But, from what I see now, that is probably not the case."

  Helian Wei Wei stared at her as her smile grew broader. "That's right, I didn't become a lawyer. Why? Is being a lawyer very important?"

  "Well, not really." The rich lady carried an elegant air whenever she spoke. "I only wanted to catch up with you as we hadn't seen each other for a long time. Hehe. Since you're not a lawyer, what are you doing now?"

  Helian Wei Wei looked at her son's back as he staggered into the school. There was no need for her to stay at the gate of the kindergarten for any longer. She replied in a nonchalant manner, "I run a garage."

  "Garage?" The rich lady raised her tone, somehow condescendingly, before she chuckled. "Well, that must be tough for you, Wei Wei. My husband has invested some funds in this kindergarten, and he is now the one of the directors on the board. Let me know if you need any help. Sometimes,
self-esteem isn't worth much."

  Helian Wei Wei yawned. "No, thanks."

  Helian Wei Wei continued to wear the unconcerned expression on her face. The rich lady recalled her days in the university, where Helian Wei Wei had always been like this. She often skipped classes and appeared to be very mysterious. But, whenever she was present, she would steal everyone's thunder.

  Back then, many students in the university tried to court Helian Wei Wei. Even until today, the rich lady was upset whenever she thought about the large number of admirers Helian Wei Wei had.

  It's probably a good time for reunion.

  The rich lady passed her handbag to the butler at her heels before she told the Little Fatty, "Son, you must let mommy know if someone bullies you, understand? You must listen to your teachers, and don't eat in class."

  "Then, you come and pick me up right after the school is dismissed." The Little Fatty was very clingy. He pouted before he continued, "Why the school that dad invests in will accept a country bumpkin like him? He looks more handsome than me and is going to overshadow me."

  The rich lady snickered. "That's enough now. After all, both of you are of different backgrounds. Besides, how is he better than our Xiao Hang? You're taller than him by a head."

  Hearing the compliment, Little Fatty lifted his chin high and puffed his c.h.e.s.t out.

  The passersby giggled as they overheard the conversation. Your son is indeed taller than him, but why don't you say that your son is also thrice as fat as the other boy?

  As for their appearances, anyone with working eyes can see that the fatty is no match for the other boy!

  If a child was raised crookedly, he could be even more vicious than the a.d.u.l.ts.

  For instance, Little Fatty Cheng was irritated every time he looked at Helian Qingchen's face. Therefore, he told everyone in the whole class purposefully that his family ran a garage.

  Helian Qingchen could not be bothered to start a fight with Little Fatty. From afar, there was nothing special about his big, round and black eyes. However, if one was to look closely, they did not look like an ordinary person's eyes. Golden lines extended outward from the pupils. They resembled the eyes of a cat that sparkled. The fringe on his forehead had been trimmed neatly as it fell down to cover his eyes as he lowered his gaze.