This child was plagued with difficulties from birth. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have agreed to marry Jas Shelton for his sake. Because he interacts little with the outside world, sotis she can’t quite figure out what’s on this little guy’s mind.
Later, as he grew older, she took him to the hospital to check for autism and, at the sa ti, had his intelligence tested. The results were shocking—there was no autism, but his IQ was as high as 190, a little genius with a poker face.
Her genes must be exceptionally good.
Daisy Ginger spoiled him exceedingly. As long as he had any requests, she would try her best to fulfill them. But whether it was due to his high IQ or a natural indifference to the outside world, he never showed any particular hobbies from childhood. To prevent her son from becoming detached from society in the future, Daisy forcibly enrolled him in a painting class. A week later, Jas Shelton called, saying that a master of oil painting had taken a liking to Erin Ginger and wanted to take him as an apprentice.
It seems that geniuses excel in all they do. In short, a renowned painter in Tsing City, who had never taken on students before, was imdiately taken with Erin Ginger, who was scribbling with paints in the studio, and accepted him as a closed-door disciple.
Daisy Ginger had also seen the doodles praised by the oil painting master. She herself had no artistic talent and thought it was just a child playing with blocks of color. However, after learning painting for half a year, people started contacting her to collect his works.
...In short, she gave birth to a prodigious child with a stoic expression.
In the evening, Daisy Ginger personally fed Erin Ginger dinner, then took a bath with him in the bathroom. Affectionately, she held him on the sofa and read children’s fairy tales to him.
Jas Shelton passed by and saw this poker-faced boy sitting in Daisy Ginger’s lap, showing an obedient, sensible, innocent expression, engrossed in listening to her read those childish stories. His expression suggested a toothache.
—He rembered finding an original French version of "The Red and the Black" in his room a few days ago!
This kid’s IQ is freakishly high. He hasn’t learned French yet, but after watching a cartoon, he picked up the language.
This little genius who despises his stepdad’s low IQ suddenly pretended to be a naive little baby when his mom returned, tricking Daisy into telling him stories!
Jas really wanted to bring over that pile of finished books from his room to show Daisy, so she could see just what an extraordinary child she had given birth to.
While Jas was planning sinisterly to give him a lesson, Erin Ginger, cuddled up listening to stories in Daisy’s lap, suddenly glanced over, a hint of nace in his eyes.
Jas choked for a mont. Damn, he wanted to take out his phone to photograph him, showing Daisy the true colors of her dear son!
He even knows how to threaten adults now!
"...Then, the prince and princess lived happily ever after."
Daisy finally finished the story of Snow White, letting out a breath, set the fairy tale book down, and tousled her son’s hair.
"Sweetheart, it’s getting late; we should go to bed. How about mommy carries you upstairs to bed?"
Erin obediently stretched out his little hands, wrapping them around Daisy’s neck. He slled of milk, with a sweet milky fragrance. Daisy felt the small, soft, fragrant child in her arms, her heart lting.
When she was pregnant, she might have had second thoughts, but once he was born, she never regretted it again.
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