The Noble Lord Is So Fierce: Greeting Kiss, My Sweet Wife

Mo Qijue walked into the bedroom and saw Tong Lele packing. He asked in a deep voice, “Why are you packing your luggage, are you going somewhere?”

“Ah! You trash daddy, you did so many terrible things to mommy. As your son, I will suffer in your place to atone and compensate her!

Tong Lele zipped up the luggage and took his wallet. “I’m telling you, if you continue to act like a piece of trash, you might actually end up being alone forever! I don’t want you ruining my reputation when I start dating in the future.”

Tong Lele looked heartbroken.

He dragged his suitcase and walked out of the bedroom. As he left Mo Qijue’s side, he waved his hand. “Douchebag daddy, I’m leaving, don’t miss me. I’ll go and atone for your sins!”

Mo Qijue bent down slightly. Reaching out, he grabbed Tong Lele’s collar and hoisted him up.

“Stupid daddy, what are you doing? Why are you lifting me up by the collar, I’m not a dog!” Tong Lele had never been hoisted like this, and he felt annoyed. “Your darling is afraid of heights, didn’t you know that?”

“Who told you that Tong Jiumo was your mother?” asked Mo Qijue, his voice icy.

“It’s my gut feeling! My sixth sense is extremely accurate!” said Tong Lele seriously. “And you should hurry and get a car to send me to Miss Tong Jiumo.”

“Have you forgotten the house rules? Except for a vacation once a month, you have to stay in the castle and receive education,” said Mo Qijue.

The moment Tong Lele heard that he couldn’t go to school and could only leave the castle once a month, he immediately frowned. “I should be going to school for an education, not in a castle! What century are you living in, hiring private tutors?”

He finally understood why Mo Lisi wanted to escape.

This life was exactly like being imprisoned—with no friends to play with and no happiness.

Living in an old fashioned and demanding way every day would bore anyone to death!

He couldn’t stand it anymore.

Not to mention that Mo Lisi had been living like this for five whole years.

Tong Lele suddenly pitied Mo Lisi.

“You only need to receive education in the castle,” repeated Mo Lisi.

“Why? Why won’t you let me come into contact with other people?” asked Tong Lele, aggrieved. “Daddy, you really are awful! I’m so young, and yet you’ve taken my freedom and my right to choose! Hmph!”

“That’s because you are Mo Qijue’s son, and the education you are receiving is the best in the world,” said Mo Qijue blandly.

“I’m telling you right now, I don’t want to be Mo Qijue’s son anymore! I want to be Tong Jiumo’s son!” Tong Lele’s legs flailed in the air.

“…” Mo Qijue’s face darkened. “Do not mention that woman again!”

Tong Lele was stunned by Mo Qijue’s outburst and started crying.

“Why can’t I mention her? Why are you being so fierce? I’m definitely not your biological son! You must’ve picked me up from somewhere!”

Tong Lele’s struggled, trying to punch Mo Qijue with his little hands, but he couldn’t reach him.

It was the first time Tong Lele hated his short hands and legs!

“Young Master.” The butler arrived. Upon seeing the scene of Mo Qijue disciplining the Little Master, he said, “The Little Master is still young, you must guide him properly without using violence.”

The Little Master was also very strange—he had changed after coming back from Europe.

“For real! Even Grandpa Feng knows that! How can you, my useless daddy, not know!?” After being released from Mo Qijue’s grip, Tong Lele dragged his luggage and started to walk down the stairs.

The butler couldn’t help smiling after hearing Tong Lele call Mo Qijue a useless daddy. He glanced at Tong Lele dragging his luggage and asked, “Little Master, where are you going?”

“To find Tong Jiumo and atone for my douchebag daddy’s sins! I’m telling you guys, don’t come and find me in the future, I’m going to go live with Tong Jiumo!”

Tong Lele walked off confidently.

The moment Butler Feng heard that he was shocked.

‘Tong Jiumo?’

‘How does the Little Master know Tong Jiumo?’

‘Even figuring out that she is his mother?’