President's Genius Son

Hedy wanted to curse, "How dare you hush me, like I am your Filipino maid?"

Yet she still walked over and took Victor 's underwear, with a disgust look.

They were a pair of gray boxers, simple design, without any pattern, but the materials felt very smooth, soft and skin-friendly. The tailoring was generous and attractive.

Hedy held the underwear in her left hand and the hair dryer in the other. In order to make the underwear dry faster, she kept turning the pants around.

Victor watched the whole time, with a touch of tenderness and appreciation in his expression.

"Do you often blow dry clothes like this, for our son?" Victor asked.

"Yes, Europe has very rainy spring. The clothes just won't dry. So a hair dryer becomes handy for Leo's undies." Hedy answered lightly.

"Thanks for your work all these years." Victor whispered.

Hedy raised her eyebrows, looked at Victor, then lowered her head two seconds later and said, "You have no position to say this to me. He is my son. What I do for him is my willingness and what I should do." As she flipped her wrists, the underwear were already half dried.

Victor was charmed by Hedy's serious look. Although at the moment she looked casual, in her home dress with her messy hair, Victor did not find anything shabby on her, instead he found purity and cleanness.

This reminded Victor of Hedy in those photos.

While waiting for the mother and son in the small apartment, Victor did not waste the time completely waiting. At least, he checked all the albums in the house.

Five years ago, Hedy was plump and full of collagen, making her a little silly and sweet when she laughed.

Now that she lost weight, her facial contours became livelier. When upset, she was a little wild and untamed.

In the album, most of them were photos of Leo, there were few photos with both Hedy and the boy. It felt like a photo diary of the boy, from his birth to the age of four. Those photos stacked in several thick albums.

In each photo, Leo was in cute clothes and with innocent smile.

The boy's childhood was full of love and joy, obviously.

Hedy gave the boy a happy childhood, all by herself. Victor could not do it better himself.

It didn't matter how she got his semen back then. Now at the very least, she took care of his son with a sincere heart. She was a qualified, even an excellent mother.

"Well, it's dry."

Hedy threw the underwear into Victor's hand, then unplugged the hair dryer, and walked to the bedroom.

Victor felt the temperature of the underwear in his hands. He smiled.

After he put on his underwear, he walked to the bedroom.

Hedy was sleeping on one side of the bed with her arms around the little boy. The other side of the bed was empty, which was obviously reserved for him. Victor went to bed cautiously, closed his eyes, and was about to fall asleep.

After ten minutes, he failed to sleep.

He opened his eyes and glanced at Hedy, finding out her awaking glance as well.

"Go out for a late night snack?" Victor suggested in a low voice.

Hedy Walker could not bear but to laugh at the scene of Victor wearing her night dress. She smiled hard, and said in a low voice: "You are going out in this dress?" "They don't know me, only you." Victor was very calm.

Hedy was stunned.

This guy, shamelessness made his invincibility.

"I'll pass, I'm sleepy."

Hedy's biggest wish now was really to sleep.

"I'm hungry." Victor said.

Hedy was so angry that she wanted to pat him on the head. Why didn't he eat earlier?

"I want to eat noodles, would you cook a bowl for me?"

Before Hedy could say no, she heard Victor's low and melodious tone: "My son said that his mother makes the best noodles in the world. I don't believe it. I always think he is lying." Hedy couldn't stand it anymore when she heard this.

"My son never lies."

Victor looked into Hedy 's eyes and said lightly: "It is only natural for a child to protect his mother."

"I'll cook it for you now, and you will know if he lied after you eat it.

She wouldn't bother argue if he called her bad at cooking. But, when he said her son was a liar, she had to prove him wrong.

Hedy got out of bed immediately, rolled up her sleeves, and walked out.

On the bed, Victor stretched out his fingers, lightly scratched the tip of Leo's nose, and smiled: "Son, teft me this: why did Daddy sleep with a silly woman like your Mommy back then."

Leo opened his eyes, looked at Victor, then muttered a few times, and fell asleep again.

***

In the kitchen.

Hedy was showing her full cooking skills, as wellas taking out the most expensive red shrimp from the freezer. While waiting for the shrimp head soup, she already cut the white radish into slices, shredded and cleaned the oyster mushrooms, and soaked pea sprouts in water.

The sauce was the essence of a bowl of noodle.

Hedy was engrossed. Using her eyes as the best measuring tool, with a spoon on the left and chopsticks on the right, she finally made the "soul sauce" ready. The soup boiled in the pan. When the lid was lifted, the umami flavor of the shrimp ran out immediately.

The room was full of fragrance.

"Well the woman knows what she is doing."

Victor leaned against the door, smiled at Hedy and gave an evaluation.

Hedy raised her chin unhappily, and said coldly: "It's not just some ordinary cooking, you will apologize to me for your ignorance as soon as you eat it."

For the noodles she made with full efforts, the boy would eat it all every time.

She didn't need more adjectives to praise how good the taste was.

"Okay, it's done."

Hedy brought the noodles to the small table in the living room.

Victor consciously took the chopsticks and followed, and then unconsciously ordered, "Pour me a glass of water."

Although Hedy was angry at his bossy habit, her only goal was to make Victor apologizing for underestimate her cooking skills. Therefore she brought a glass for him without any words. Victor did not take the glass, but looked at her somewhat dry red lips and said, "You were busy, drink some water."

How convenient, his fake courtesy!

Hedy had a strange expression and said, "Thank me and I'm welcomed."

"Eat fast, before it gets cold to the lump." Hedy hopefully urged.

Victor did not waste any more time.

The noodles were really fragrant.

He picked up a large roll of noodles and put it in his mouth. His mouth was full of the chewiness of the noodles, the scent of the shrimps the tenderness of mushrooms, the refreshment of pea sprouts, and the flavor of the soul sauce. The taste of this bowl of noodles was truly mouth-watering.

Homely and professional.

This was a decent cuisine.

Hedy put her hands on her chin, watched Victor feasting on the noodles. She grinned involuntarily.

"Hmm..." Victor, who filled himself with noodles while remained elegant, reached out his hand to Hedy.

Hedy understood and immediately put the tissue in his hand.

Victor wiped his mouth, then said: "I'm full, let's go to sleep."

Hedy went silent resignedly.

If it weren't for he ate all the noodles, she could really pour the noodle soup on his head.

"Don't you have anything you want to tell me?" Hedy reminded. ☐☐☐☐☐