After Shen Weiyi left, the little guy imdiately crawled up and pulled back the covers. Beneath, the spot where he’d slept was conspicuously marked with a large damp patch.
That’s right, little Sheng Ye—who had long outgrown diapers—had actually... wet the bed!
The little guy, face flushed, looked at the wet spot on the bed. After thinking for a while, he finally ca up with a good plan.
He took off his wet underwear and hid them under the bed. Then he pulled out a handheld fan from the drawer and busily blew at the bedsheet with his backside sticking out.
After fussing about for most of the night, he finally managed to dry the bedsheet. Yawning, he lay down and fell soundly asleep.
The next day, the nanny was tidying up the room and found the bedsheet dry but stained, and discovered the wet underwear under the bed. Just as she was taking them downstairs to wash, Shen Weiyi saw them.
Hearing from the nanny that the little guy had hidden his underwear under the bed, and recalling his behavior from the night before, what’s there for Shen Weiyi not to understand?
This kid, he might be small, but he sure is crafty.
Offhandedly, he teased the little guy, "Xiao Ye, did you wet the bed last night?"
The little guy steadfastly denied it.
His little face turned beet red, his eyes darting around, and in a burst of inspiration, he pointed towards Sheng Yan, who was eating breakfast, and said, "It wasn’t Xiao Ye, it was Uncle Yan."
Sitting at breakfast, suddenly accused of wetting the bed, Sheng Yan was...
Totally bewildered as if a huge pot had just fallen from the sky and bonked him on the head.
Coming back to his senses, he put down his chopsticks, pulled out a tissue, and wiped his mouth deliberately before giving his little nephew a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding- look and said, "I slept in my own room, so how exactly did I creep into your bed in the middle of the night to wet it?"
"Uh?" The little guy’s eyes flickered wildly.
He didn’t know how to answer that!
Seeing his son’s attempt to shift the bla, Shen Weiyi felt both frustrated and amused at the sa ti.
A bit cunning, but not too much.
Wondering who the kid had picked up that cleverness from.
Before long, it was ti for little Sheng Ye to start kindergarten.
He felt his na didn’t sound nice and was jealous that his sister’s na had three words while his had only two. So, he snuck off to the Police Station, expressing a wish to change his na.
The policewoman at the Police Station, finding him adorably cute, told him that he had to have a parent present to proceed. Sheng Ye imdiately pulled out his phone watch to make a call, and then the thirteen-year-old Sheng Yan appeared at the police station.
The teenager had just started middle school but was nearly as tall as an adult. He had rushed over from school after receiving the little guy’s call.
Although tall, his face was still fresh-faced and youthful.
The policewoman, marveling at the good looks that seed to run in the family, smilingly asked, "Are you his guardian?"
"He’s my Uncle Yan," little Sheng Ye hastily replied.
"Uncle Yan won’t do, it has to be a guardian," the policewoman said with a smile.
"What’s a guardian?" Sheng Ye asked, tilting his head in confusion.
"That would be your mom or dad," the policewoman patiently explained.
"I can’t let them co," Sheng Ye imdiately shook his head as he tugged on Sheng Yan’s hand and stepped forward, "I was brought up by my Uncle Yan, so he should be the one to co."
The little guy knew just what to say, and in no ti had chard the policewoman at the station so much she couldn’t stop smiling, feeding him snacks and fruit.
If it hadn’t been against the rules, she would have happily obliged his request.
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