My Dreamy Old Husband

After a day of self-hypnosis, Sophia finally convinced herself to continue living a life of ease and leisure.

Stanley paid a New Year’s call to them early in the morning of the third day of the New Year. Festively dressed in a red hat and a red scarf, he searched all over the place for Michael—who would stay home over these two days—as soon as he stepped through the door. After extending New Year greetings to Michael as per their family’s custom, he stood up and demanded a present from Michael. “Where is my New Year’s present, uncle?” he asked.

At last, Michael wasn’t clad in Pikachu-themed or frog-patterned pajamas that day. However, he was dressed in a pair of pink coral fleece pajamas, which was an unbearable sight to behold even with his striking good looks. It was a mystery as to who had chosen such a horrible-looking color combination for him.

Upon hearing Stanley’s words, he took out a big, bright red packet out of his coral pajamas. Stanley promptly took the packet from him before bowing and scraping with delight, “Thank you, Uncle! Thank you! Hehe, hehe!”

Michael answered, “There’s nothing else.”

Having finished his sentence, he turned around and went upstairs to his study expressionlessly. Stanley went after him and blabbered on and on along the way as he said, “Please give it to me, Uncle. Can’t you give me that as a present? You’re the best person in the world, Uncle. I’m begging you, please!”

It was early in the morning, and Sophia had just helped Nathan to wash up, brush his teeth, and leave home when she saw Stanley following Michael into the study like a wagging little tail.

Jeez, he’s here so early in the morning! He really clings to Michael a lot, she thought to herself.

This New Year was quite stressful for Michael. After all, no man could celebrate the New Year happily when his wife was targeted by a pervert.

However, Stanley seemed to have no idea about his unhappiness right now. He pestered Michael like a pet dog and said, “Uncle, please give your god-tier weapon—the Hundred-Mile Streamers—to me! Since you don’t play the game anymore, why don’t you give it to me as a present? Just give it to me, please!”

He then added, “If you’re not willing to give it to me as a present, can’t you lend it to me for a few days? I’ll give it back to you once this time’s Esports World Championship is over, alright? Uncle, uncle! Please say something!”

weapon Michael made in the game using materials he had bought himself. Despite being forged many years ago, this weapon had never been revealed to the public; this was probably because Michael had never encountered any equally-matched opponent

Hundred-Mile Streamers from him with the purpose of showing off. Having spotted the weapon, Stanley kept messaging

we will be competing against teams from all over the world, so we’ll be at a great disadvantage without a powerful weapon!” said Stanley. Then, he continued, “You have no idea how savage the teams from other countries are. We’ll be at a

progress of the Esports World Championship’s ‘Swordsman Game’ division. Selective trials had begun in other countries, resulting in fierce competition among the teams. On the other hand, Cethos was to host this year’s championship, so its progress was a little slower. Furthermore, everyone in Cethos was busy

had it been on sale for ten years, it was also the first online game to make its way out of Cethos and create a huge impact worldwide. At the moment, the

part of Michael’s properties; he

Uncle! Look at how powerful this team is! This player is said to the first overseas player of the ‘Swordsman Game’, and he is super formidable! Uncle, you’re probably the only person in the world who can be a match for

one player at a time, and I’m afraid I can’t beat

he still wanted to

and said bluntly, “I

eyes widened in disbelief. “Who have you

mainly because he was too formidable; no ordinary person was qualified

Streamers to Beast—it would be a sheer waste of resources if that brat got

come online at 7 p.m. sharp today. The selection trials begin on the eighth day of the New Year, and one game will be held

the door. Also dressed in bright red pajamas, he had his hood up with a pair of fox ears on

without saying a word as they skipped talking to each

at him intently without moving his round eyes at

the first to lose the battle. He took a red packet out of his pocket and put it in

not want to call Michael ‘Daddy’—he simply took the red

his head in resignation. He thought to himself, This brat is so aloof even