"Idiot."
That said, he swung around and walked out the door.
With gritted teeth, An Ziqi shook her fist at his retreat.
At that time, Xiao Yining's stomach growled and he looked at An Ziqi, his big eyes fluttering.
That little rascal was once again putting on an act of the pitiful kid to trick her.
But then, for some unknown reason, she had an unexplainable feeling for him and was involuntarily drawn to him, wanting to get closer to him and love him.
With mixed feelings of love and hate, An Ziqi pinched his cute cheeks, released him, and went to the kitchen to make him breakfast.
Although Xiao Yining had caused her to be disadvantaged this time, she could not bring herself to blame him. She could not possibly fault him because all he had wanted was to have a mother that loved him and a complete family.
'The one to blame was that despicable, stinking rascal. He must have spent all his time womanizing, resulting in his wife walking out on him and leaving behind poor Xiao Yining to fend for himself,' An Ziqi thought angrily. 'Then again, that woman was also no saint to have the heart to abandon her newborn son.'
Opening the fridge door, she frowned. The huge fridge only contained milk and some eggs—lots of them.
Ningning was still a young child. His father was downright irresponsible to feed him only milk and eggs every day. She made Xiao Yining a simple breakfast: fried eggs.
Seated at the dining table, Xiao Yining rubbed his little chin as he looked through half-closed eyes at An Ziqi, who was busy cooking in the kitchen.
His mummy was tall, good-looking, had a good figure, and could cook. What did that woman Bai Xiner possess to compete with her? He really did not know what his daddy was thinking.
Was it simply because that woman was a famous celebrity?
Suddenly, Xiao Yining's eyes twinkled as he seemed to have thought of something.
Stretching his little legs, he jumped off his chair and ran to the room to retrieve his mini laptop.
Holding a plate of breakfast in her hand, An Ziqi emerged from the kitchen. She saw Xiao Yining holding his mini laptop, typing rapidly on the keyboard.
Curious, An Ziqi moved towards him for a closer look, asking, "What are you doing?"
"I am registering you for S City's Miss Image contest," Xiao Yining replied.
Sputter.
The mouthful of milk that An Ziqi had just drunk came spewing out.
Looking disgusted, Xiao Yining plucked a piece of tissue from the box on the table and wiped the spewed milk from his laptop.
"Mummy, you are not an elephant. Spewing stuff from your mouth is bad manners."
An Ziqi glared at him. That was all because this little rascal had shocked her with his words!
How dare this little rascal look at her with such disdain? However, the issue at hand was, "Why do I have to join a beauty contest?"
Xiao Yining shut his laptop and looked at her with an adorable smile on his face.
"Because you have signed a contract with me, and you must do what I want."
Since his daddy liked celebrities, he would help and transform his mummy to be a top celebrity.
Despite his adorable looks, this kid was not capable of saying anything cute at all!
An Ziqi's heart raced and was overcome by a very strong sense of foreboding.
Contract, contract. It's that contract again.
Where was her brain when she signed that contract with the little rascal?
"Mummy, eat quickly. Today is the final day of the preliminary rounds. If you miss it, we will extend the contract by 10 years."
Xiao Yining pressured her with a smile.
An Ziqi was devastated. She now realized the full meaning of the adage, "A small misstep could bring eternal sorrow." Her destiny was now well and truly in this little rascal's hands!
Having had breakfast, Xiao Yining announced, without asking for her opinion, that he would send An Ziqi to the TV station where the preliminary round was being held.
"Can I choose not to go?"
An Ziqi made a last-minute attempt when they were in the car.
"If you fail the preliminary round, it will be 10 years!"
Xiao Yining watched as An Ziqi alighted from the car. Smiling, he waved at her, making a sign of encouragement and saying, "Go get them, Mummy! I am sure that you can make it!"
Make it my @#%*. An Ziqi was crying rivers of tears internally.
For the sake of her freedom, she had no other choice but to head to the TV station.