Chapter 27: Gu Nanyan, You Spoil Him

She thought for a moment and changed her contact note for him. Then, she stared at the chat box, pondering whether she should send a message to greet him.

Suddenly, she received a message from Shen Boyan.

Shen Boyan: 【Gu Nanyan?】

She hadn’t yet decided what to say when his message arrived. Startled, she quickly replied: 【Yes, it’s me.】

Shen Boyan: 【How do I know?】

Gu Nanyan was stunned.

This account wasn’t registered with her own phone number, so Shen Boyan was probably suspecting that she was impersonating Gu Nanyan.

After thinking for about half a minute, Gu Nanyan closed the app and opened the camera. She walked to the window, trying to stand where the light was better, and smiled while giving a “V” sign to the camera.

Snap.

A perfectly natural selfie was immediately captured.

Gu Nanyan quickly logged back into the app and sent the photo to Shen Boyan.

Gu Nanyan: 【Is this okay?】

Shen Boyan: 【Mm】

In the office of the Shen Corporation building, papers were stacked on the desk. The man in a black suit, cold and composed, sat on the black leather chair, staring at his phone screen.

In the photo on his phone, a woman stood by the window, with bright sunlight falling on her, her face smiling sweetly, looking both charming and delicate.

Shen Boyan’s finger lightly traced the woman’s cheek on the screen, reluctant to look away.

Ling Hanzhi pushed the door open.

“Shen Shao, there’s a problem with the Su Corporation project…”

As soon as Ling Hanzhi entered, he saw Shen Boyan quickly swiping through the screen. He saved the photo first, then closed the app and put his phone in the drawer.

Ling Hanzhi was curious but didn’t dare ask. He went straight to report the issue.

The sound of Little Mumu crying echoed again in the Yujing Manor.

Qin Yuwei was on the verge of a heart attack, trying to teach Little Mumu how to paint.

She couldn’t hold back her frustration anymore: “Why are you so slow to learn? I’ve told you how many times—this line isn’t supposed to be drawn like this, and the colors shouldn’t be used this way. How are you supposed to win a prize like this? I really…”

Qin Yuwei raised her hand, almost about to slap Little Mumu on the head.

But since he was Shen Boyan’s son, she didn’t dare do that.

Instead, she reached out and pinched Little Mumu’s arm lightly. “If you don’t focus on learning, I’ll tell your dad that you just want to play around with your mom all day and won’t learn anything. He won’t let you see her anymore.”

“Teacher Qin…” Little Mumu held back his tears, looking at her with watery eyes. “I’ll learn well, please don’t make me not see Mama, I’ll study hard…”

“Good, you’ll study well, huh? Look at what you’re drawing! You can’t even enter the competition at this level!” Qin Yuwei couldn’t hold back the harsh words, but she stopped herself from saying them out loud.

Gu Nanyan had already heard Little Mumu cry three times today.

She walked to the painting room, intending to go inside, but was stopped by a servant.

“Young Madam, when Teacher Qin is teaching Little Young Master, no one is allowed to interrupt. It’s normal for children to cry while learning. Please don’t worry. Teacher Qin knows what she’s doing.”

Gu Nanyan glared at the servant. “Look closely, I’m not just anyone. I’m Little Mumu’s mother.”

The servant wasn’t afraid at all. “Young Madam, the rules weren’t set by us, they were set by the Young Master. This house still belongs to the Young Master.”

Slap!

Gu Nanyan slapped the servant’s face and coldly said, “Go ahead, complain to Boyan. He’s my son, and I’ll make the decisions.”

With that, she pushed the servant aside and walked straight into the painting room.

Inside, Little Mumu was crying while painting, his eyes blurred with tears, and his hand shaking as he held the brush.

Qin Yuwei pointed at the canvas and repeated her harsh instructions.

Gu Nanyan walked over, grabbed the brush from Little Mumu’s hand, and threw it on the floor. Then she knocked over the easel and picked up Little Mumu, walking out of the room.

Qin Yuwei stood there, stunned. “Gu Nanyan, what are you doing?”

“Teacher Qin, if you can’t teach such a smart child like Little Mumu, maybe you should reflect on yourself,” Gu Nanyan said coldly, continuing to walk out with Little Mumu in her arms.

As she reached the door, Qin Yuwei’s angry voice shouted from behind, “Gu Nanyan, if you have the ability, teach him! If I can’t teach him, do you think you can?”

How could someone who couldn’t even hold a brush properly claim they could teach?

Does she know how much effort I’ve put into teaching that fool Shen Zhelin?

Gu Nanyan paused at the door, slowly turning around to look at Qin Yuwei. “Fine, I’ll teach him.”

She threw down the words and walked out without a second glance.

Qin Yuwei clenched her fists, staring at the messy painting room, trembling with anger.

How laughable. How laughable!

What could Gu Nanyan teach?

The date for the art competition was fast approaching, and Gu Nanyan dared to come here and disrupt things.

I’m going to tell Shen Shao.

Shen Shao won’t let you off!

When Shen Boyan returned early, Gu Nanyan was playing with Little Mumu in the children’s room, building blocks.

Little Mumu had been scolded by Qin Yuwei all day, and his mood was very low. Gu Nanyan played with him for a long time, but he still didn’t smile.

It wasn’t until Shen Boyan entered that Little Mumu, seemingly aware that he hadn’t been studying painting properly, threw himself into his mother’s arms.

Gu Nanyan turned to look at the man in the black suit, who was both dignified and cold. She couldn’t help but mutter, “You scared him.”

“Gu Nanyan, you spoil him,” Shen Boyan frowned, walking over to them.

When he saw Little Mumu hugging his mother tightly and not letting go, his dark eyes softened a little. “Little Mumu, I’ve already stopped several of your lessons. The remaining ones are very important for your future. You must study hard.”

Though his words were stern, there was a hint of tenderness in his voice.

Probably because his mother was protecting him, Little Mumu didn’t listen to Shen Boyan. Instead, he buried his red eyes in Gu Nanyan’s shoulder.

Shen Boyan couldn’t help but look at Gu Nanyan.

Although Qin Yuwei and the servants had said many bad things about her in front of him—things like how a doting mother spoils her child, and how it could ruin Little Mumu’s future—he didn’t directly lash out at Gu Nanyan.

But now that Little Mumu had made her his shield, Shen Boyan suppressed his dark gaze, about to speak when Gu Nanyan spoke first: “I’ll teach Little Mumu how to paint.”

Gu Nanyan lowered her eyes, her gaze misty with emotion. “Little Mumu cried three times today. He’s my son, and hearing him cry breaks my heart. Since Teacher Qin can’t teach him well, I’ll take over.”

Shen Boyan pressed his lips tightly together, his dark eyes staring at her with clear skepticism.

“I’m confident I can teach Little Mumu well. Leave the children’s art competition to me.”

Gu Nanyan raised her eyes, her expression resolute as she looked at Shen Boyan.

A true genius isn’t limited to just one talent.

Piano, painting—both are easy for her.

But since Qin Yuwei is Little Mumu’s teacher and has worked hard to secure the competition opportunity to show off in front of Shen Boyan, it wouldn’t be right for her to take it away directly.

However, if it’s because Teacher Qin can’t teach him, then maybe it’s time for her to step in.