The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show Chapter 75: The Village’s Richest Man, Ford Warren

Naomi Kenway didn’t go over right away. She stood at the threshold, smiling as she watched for a mont. She hoped her son could have good playmates or friends. ’The word "lonely" is just too terrifying.’

"Sean is taking such good care of his little brother. He’s such a good kid," Naomi Kenway praised sincerely.

Ruby Preston was also a bit stunned. In her mory, her son was always quiet and mature beyond his years, never clingy and fiercely independent around her. She had always thought Sean was aloof by nature, but seeing this, she realized that wasn’t the case at all. Her son was a very warm-hearted big brother.

Naomi Kenway walked over and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Ian Shaw’s forehead. "How did you get so sweaty?"

Ian Shaw closed his eyes, little by little imrsing himself in the tenderness that belonged only to his mother.

The tender scenes he had never dared to imagine were now, step by step, becoming reality.

Simon Sawyer had been so focused on fanning Ian that his own forehead was now covered in sweat. Naomi Kenway turned, took out another new handkerchief, and gently wiped his brow. "Sean," she said softly, "thank you for playing with Ian for so long."

Simon Sawyer froze, not daring to move. "It’s what I should do, ma’am."

Naomi Kenway smiled, then stood up and took Ian Shaw’s hand. "Ian, we’ll play with Sean again when we have the chance. We have to go ho now."

Ruby Preston and Simon Sawyer walked Naomi Kenway and her son to the main gate. "Nicole, you really worked hard today. We’ll see you tomorrow!"

Naomi Kenway prompted Ian Shaw, "Ian, say bye-bye to Auntie Ruby and big brother Sean."

Ian Shaw obediently raised his little hand and waved. "Bye-bye~"

*

The refrigerator didn’t contain a wide variety of food, just common ingredients. Besides cucumbers, tomatoes, and eggs, there was surprisingly a piece of pork.

They still had to stay here for two more days. To ensure they had enough food for later, Naomi Kenway took out a third of the ingredients before closing the refrigerator door.

There was a rice cooker in the kitchen. Naomi Kenway started the rice first, then washed the vegetables.

Ian Shaw couldn’t sit still. He stood on his tiptoes. "Mommy, Ian wants to help."

Naomi Kenway stopped what she was doing and looked down at him. "Weren’t you reading? Don’t you want to read anymore?"

Ian Shaw nodded and patted his chest. "Ian knows how to do lots of things!"

’The sink is too high for Ian to reach, so he can’t wash the vegetables, and I definitely wouldn’t feel safe letting him chop them.’

"Ian, how about you help Mommy sweep the floor?"

"Okay!" Ian Shaw agreed, imdiately grabbing the broom and getting to work.

Naomi Kenway watched him for a bit, then turned back to her cooking. With the limited ingredients, she ended up making three dishes: cold-dressed cucumbers, scrambled eggs with tomato, and stir-fried pork with cucumber...

Naomi Kenway brought all the food to the dining table. She took off her apron and called out, "Ian, ti to eat!"

Ian Shaw ca running over, skipping happily.

As Naomi Kenway served Ian Shaw, she felt a little anxious. At ho, their als were always extravagant. ’I wonder if Ian will be okay with such simple, ho-cooked food.’

"Ian, is it good?"

Ian Shaw gave a thumbs-up. "Mommy’s cooking is the best in the world!"

Naomi Kenway’s worries subsided, and a smile appeared on her face. No one dislikes hearing praise.

Ian Shaw also picked up his chopsticks and put so food on Naomi Kenway’s plate. "Mommy should eat too."

At nine o’clock that night, Naomi Kenway was surprised to find Ian Shaw still awake. He was staring at the ceiling with his big eyes wide open, lost in thought.

Naomi Kenway pulled her son into her arms. "Ian, why aren’t you asleep yet?"

Ian Shaw’s schedule was very regular; he was usually fast asleep by eight o’clock every night.

"Mommy, I miss Daddy," Ian Shaw’s voice was a little muffled. His soft, pale body snuggled into Naomi Kenway’s embrace, like a little ball of dough.

"You miss Daddy?" Naomi Kenway patted Ian’s back comfortingly. "Ian, we only have two more days until we can go ho and see him."

Finally, with the help of Naomi Kenway’s bedti story, Ian Shaw drifted off to sleep.

Ian Shaw’s cheeks were round, pale, and bouncy. He didn’t toss and turn in his sleep, and his thick eyelashes were long and delicate.

For so reason, another face that looked remarkably similar to Ian’s surfaced in Naomi Kenway’s mind.

It was Ethan Shaw.

’The father and son really do look alike,’ the thought suddenly crossed her mind. Naomi Kenway checked to make sure Ian was properly covered by his blanket, then fell into a deep sleep herself.

*

Naomi Kenway got up at six to make breakfast for her son. When she returned to the bedroom to wake him, she found Ian was already awake. He had dressed himself and was holding a book, which turned out to be entirely in English.

[Why does Naomi Kenway always make her kid pretend to be a genius? Last ti it was a science book, this ti it’s all in English. How can a little kid understand that?!]

[Who doesn’t want their kid to be successful? But you have to be realistic. He should be like Mona, doing elentary school math problems.]

[How does the comnt section know Nina made him study it? Couldn’t it be that Ian wants to learn on his own? Besides, for a kid like Ian from a rich family, isn’t being fluent in English normal? The wealthier the family, the more they value their children’s education. Stop asuring these rich kids with an ordinary person’s ruler.]

[Naomi Kenway has never paid any attention to her child’s studies. She looks so careless, how could he possibly be a good student?]

...

After breakfast, Naomi Kenway took Ian Shaw and followed the instructions on the task card to gather at the house of the village’s richest man, Ford Warren.

A villager on the road pointed the way. "It’s that most luxurious one, the only three-story villa in the village!"

Naomi Kenway arrived relatively early. In the first-floor living room, besides the tour guide and staff, only the guest Renee Jennings and her son were there.

Renee Jennings looked up and saw her, offering a sowhat perfunctory smile. "Nina, you’re here."

Naomi Kenway nodded.

The tour guide’s voice rang out, "The other guests haven’t all arrived yet. Naomi Kenway, you and Ian can rest for a bit."

Sitting on the sofa, she saw Renee Jennings next to her, watching Nathan Lynch do his howork.

"Doing howork every day? Does Mona have that much howork?" Naomi Kenway couldn’t help but ask.

Renee Jennings cleared her throat, her voice tinged with pride. "Besides the howork assigned by the school, I also create a special study plan for Mona, like doing a hundred math problems a day and reading for at least two hours..."

"Under my guidance, Mona recently won first place in the community’s preschool poetry recitation contest!"

It was clear that Renee Jennings was extrely proud of this; she held her head high.

Naomi Kenway suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Nathan Lynch. All that pressure was being piled onto a child who was still just in preschool.

On the table were toys and storybooks that Ford Warren had specially prepared for the children.

Ian Shaw picked up a storybook and began to read with great interest.

Ian Shaw was leisurely reading a storybook, while Nathan Lynch was hunched over, buried in his studies.

In an instant, the contrast between the two children was striking.