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.”

down to Nathan’s height before extending his hand to touch his

and muttered, “My name is not Nate,

a stern face. “Says

pretending. I know that you are my

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

you act sweetly and make your mommy happy, I’ll buy you a Bitcoin miner. If she is not happy,

known as a ‘miner’, to support the operation. It was a computing

his father, he

who were also Michael’s only sister and brother-in-law, both passed away, Michael and Nathan only had each

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

the door; he didn’t directly reject his request, which

who was lying on his bed,

while mumbling to herself inwardly, This little boy is

down the backrest of the couch and made a simple bed out of it before

on the computer, and his fingers started to dance across the keyboard, looking as if he was really mining

hugged Nathan’s frog-print pillow while watching him using the computer. The side view of him working seriously made him look like a mini

time, 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 her to

it was almost 10.00PM, she finally voiced out, “Nate, it’s late. Sleep

“Shut up,” he replied.

she pressed on, “You are too

up,” Nathan

you going to

“Shut up.”

He grew up without a mother? So Michael’s idea was to bring him back and have me

was almost 11.00PM, Michael’s voice was heard from outside the door. “I’m going to cut your power supply. If you keep playing with your computer,

data. With his slippers still on his feet, he swiftly got on his bed, and after a moment, the sound of an even