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

his eyes at him and muttered, “My name is not Nate, and you

face. “Says who?

that

cold face of his sister, who had passed away

replied, “Your wife

no 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 a Bitcoin miner. If she is not happy, I’m

to support the operation. It was a computing device with

also his father, he would surely try his best to satisfy

also Michael’s only sister and brother-in-law, both passed

expression that he shouldn’t have at his age—for a few seconds before closing the door

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

Sophia, who was lying

bed while mumbling to herself inwardly, This little boy is so rude. Isn’t my husband also

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

saying anything. He switched on the computer, and his fingers started to dance across the keyboard,

like a mini version of Michael. He’s serious and smart; I’m sure that he will become

some 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 be unable

she finally voiced out,

“Shut up,” he replied.

paused before she pressed on, “You are too

Nathan

going

“Shut up.”

I find him 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 I need to become a mother of a 5-year-old kid? He can actually bear

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

hearing his words, the little boy instantly saved all his data. With his slippers still on his feet, he swiftly got on