My Son Might Be A Villain

“Oh,” said Su Han as he took a seat. He stared at the food on the table but did not touch his chopsticks. 

“Why aren’t you eating? Do you not like these?” asked Su Ran. 

“No.”

“Then, what…?”

Before Su Ran could finish asking her question, Su Han lifted his head and looked straight at Su Ran. 

“When you say ‘work’, do you mean…”

Alright, even though Su Han did not finish what he was saying, but between his judgmental and slightly disgusted look, Su Ran could more or less figured out what he was inferring. 

“No! Didn’t I tell you yesterday that I landed an actual job this time?” said Su Ran definitely.

“For real?” Even Su Han didn’t notice that his eyes had lit up for a quick moment. 

“Yes, I taught a piano lesson.”

“You mean to tell me that you know how to play the piano?” Su Han had no idea that Su Ran could play the piano and was genuinely surprised. 

“Yes, and I am very good at it.” Even Su Ran felt that she didn’t sound very convincing, so she added, “Well, it isn’t too difficult to teach a kid.”

“Kid?”

“Uh huh, someone around your age.” And also, someone that might become your archnemesis in the future…

Thinking about Song Yi’an, the male lead’s son, Su Ran suddenly felt very emotional. 

Song Yi’an was good looking, from a good family, has good grades, and his personality… okay, his personality wasn’t half bad. Plus, he was already able to read books on macroeconomics at his age!

No wonder he was able to become someone who was even mightier than the male lead and beat the villain by a long shot. 

The comparison immediately made Sun Ran feel that Su Han was too pitiful. 

He had a bad childhood and entered the real world with a lot of mental burdens. He had god-only-knows how much of bad experiences and stumbled along the entire way before he became accomplished. 

But he was barely a big boss for two days before he grew fond of Song Zhining and was KO’d by Song Yi’an. When compared to Song Yi’an, Su Han’s only strength was his good looks and that was about it. Worst of all was that he has a cannon fodder mother. 

Su Ran sighed. 

Su Han, “?”

What’s wrong with that woman now?

Su Ran’s sigh made Su Han look over at her. He was met with her peculiar gaze at him. 

Suppressing his dubious feeling, Su Han decided to ignore Su Ran and focused on eating his ru jia mo.

“Say, Su Han. Su Han?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you usually read?”

“Literature, mathematics, English…”

“And?”

“That’s it. No ‘and’.”

“Oh, then what kind of strengths do you have? Or what are your hobbies?”

“……”

“Ahem. Let me put it this way. Is there anything that you’d like to learn? Like music? Or Drawing? Or maybe macroeconomics?”

“No,” said Su Han with a frown. “Plus, will you let me go take lessons on those?”

“Of course.” Even though it was not possible for her to provide Su Han with the same kind of elite upbringing similar to those the Song’s kids have before she could sell her songs and become rich, with her current income from her part-time job, she could afford regular after-school classes.

Or, he could take up piano from her as well. 

Perhaps once Su Han had a hobby that he could indulge in, he wouldn’t have the time to vilify or goof around in front of the male lead and his family. 

The more Su Ran thought about it, the more excited she became. 

When she looked up, she saw Su Han looking down, deep in thought. 

“There’s no need,” said Su Han after a long while before he put down the chopsticks, stood up, and was about to return to his room.

“Hey! Wait!”

Su Han was stopped by Su Ran. 

“Don’t forget to brush your teeth and wash your face before going to bed.”

“I know!” said Su Han through gritted teeth. Could this woman stop treating him like he was a three-year-old?

“Okay. As long as you know that.” Su Ran let out a sigh of relief. She was going to tell him about the parent-teacher conference on Monday. 

But, in hindsight, perhaps she’d just let that be a pleasant surprise for him instead. 

Mainly, Su Ran worried that he’d just gave her a “There’s no need” if she brought it up. That would be quite awkward.