My Dreamy Old Husband

“Are you sure that you are mining for Bitcoin, not playing whac-a-mole?” Sophia asked.

Nathan didn’t reply and continued to focus on his task. Therefore, she rose to her full height, ran toward him, and stood behind him to peek at what he was doing.

Bitcoin was a cryptocurrency that was currently circulated globally. It had a high value, and the method to obtain it was special as well—it required a specialized computation method as well as a tremendous amount of manpower and money.

It was difficult to obtain Bitcoin, but the question was, how difficult exactly? Anyways, it was an extremely onerous task; most little brats wouldn’t even know what a bitcoin was.

However, after staring for some time, all she could see was his chubby little hands dancing across the keyboard, making some clattering sound. The words on the screen changed very rapidly, and the figures kept changing. She wouldn’t have any idea of what was happening even if her gaze had burned a hole through the screen.

The little boy finally rested his hands for a moment. He turned around and looked at Sophia, who was staring wide-eyed at the screen, with a disdainful look. “Can you understand what you are looking at?”

In fact, she couldn’t understand it at all. After all, she was a liberal arts student.

Her mouth parted. Just as she was about to say something, someone knocked on the door, and Michael’s voice was heard from outside. “Sophia, Nate, are you guys asleep?”

Sophia was shocked. Nathan had already calmly switched off his computer and jumped onto the ground from his chair. “Your husband is checking on us. Pretend to be asleep now.” He pointed at the bed.

Before she managed to think further, she cleared the couch, carried her pillow, and got on the bed. She covered herself with Nathan’s blanket, which had frogs prints, and pretended to sleep with her back facing the door.

Nathan went to open the door.

When the door was opened, Michael’s 6’2 figure was leaning against the door frame. He seemed to have just taken a shower as his hair was damp. With a cool-toned sleepwear on him, he looked like a sleepwear mannequin displayed behind windows in the shops—he looked immaculate.

From afar, he saw the bed at the other side of the room. Under the spread-out frog-print blanket was a little bump—Sophia was sleeping soundly underneath.

The wind chimes tinkled softly under the gentle breeze, making the small room a little cozier.

Michael looked content as his expression was warm and gentle.

The little boy remained in the position of opening the door, where he had one hand on the door knob, as if he was going to close the door at any time. He raised his head and coldly looked at Michael. “Have you seen enough? I’m closing the door.”

resigned expression, Michael squatted down to Nathan’s height before extending his hand to

and muttered, “My name is not Nate, and you are not my

face. “Says who? I’m your

pretending. I know that you are my

ran out of means. This little boy was just exactly like his parents—he had the same dark expression. Looking at him, Michael felt as if he could see the cold face of his sister, who had passed away when she was still young. “We had a deal.

replied, “Your wife is not my mommy

choice but to raise his stakes. “Have you forgotten about our agreement? If you act sweetly and make your mommy happy, I’ll buy you

hardware, which was commonly known as a ‘miner’, to support the operation. It was a computing device with

guy was so interested with this kind of cryptocurrency, as his uncle and also his father, he would surely try his best to satisfy his needs. He could also make use of the opportunity to have

sister and brother-in-law, both

mature expression on his face—an expression that he shouldn’t have at his age—for a few

he didn’t directly reject his request, which probably was a sign that

bed, he looked at Sophia, who was lying on his bed, with a cold expression. “Your husband has

the bed while mumbling to herself inwardly, This

the bed, she put down the backrest of the couch and made

and his fingers started to dance across the keyboard, looking as if

view of him working seriously made him look like a mini version of Michael. He’s serious and smart; I’m sure that he will become a legend after he

but there weren’t any changes in Nathan’s movement—he kept repeating the same action of typing on the keyboard. The soft clatter of the keyboard disturbed her, causing

finally voiced out, “Nate, it’s late.

“Shut up,” he replied.

she pressed on, “You are too noisy.

up,” Nathan replied

time are you going to sleep?”

“Shut up.”

to be. He is way cuter than his father. He grew up without a mother? So Michael’s idea was to bring him back and have me take care of him? I’m just 19 years old, but

was heard from outside the door. “I’m going to cut

his data. With his slippers still on his feet, he swiftly got on his bed, and after