Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 2965: Stop Talking, He’s Coming

Seeing the group preparing to rest, Min Yi, the fellow Qian Yizheng had brought, quickly approached them.

While issuing commands, he summoned the attendants who trailed behind at a distance and got them to arrange everything. Soon enough, a simple thatched shelter stood ready, complete with a circular table and a few chairs within.

This setup was perfect for Qian Yizheng and his companions to settle in and take a breather.

Next, he arranged some tea and treats, and even fetched a bowl of water so the kids could clean their faces.

In all respects, Min Yi cared for the youngsters with utmost diligence, handling every detail short of assisting them in private matters like the privy.

Little Nuonuo observed Min Yi hurrying around, propping his chin on his hand, and commented, “Brothers, this guy doesn’t appear too terrible—why does he enjoy picking on folks?”

During the time Min Yi had been looking after them, his care had been genuinely thorough.

However, beyond their circle, the same individual carried a dreadful reputation; anyone spotting him would steer clear, gripped by deep resentment!

“Overnight as I slept, I caught his retainers whispering about a harsh stepmother he has back home, who wishes daily for him to meet his end away from her,” An Yilu noted when Min Yi stepped out to grab something.

“Really?”

A hint of realization dawned on Little Nuonuo; maybe this explained his mother’s words about a stepmother bringing a stepfather figure. Likely, Min Yi’s real dad showed little concern for him too?

“From what I’ve gathered, Min Yi came as a posthumous son, delivered right in the coffin. Without his servants catching those wails from within and prying it open, he’d have been entombed alongside his mother,”

An Yi Zhou chimed in.

He’d overheard the staff discussing it earlier. On the surface, Min Yi’s helpers acted deferential to their lord, yet deep down?

That scorn in their gazes was genuine, impossible to misread. The instant Min Yi looked away, their expressions toward him shifted in a flash.

An Yi Zhou doubted Min Yi remained oblivious to it all.

Even aware, he couldn’t confront them and simply feigned ignorance—a truly heartbreaking state.

“Tsk tsk, didn’t they drag him back from the grave?” Little Nuonuo tutted twice and remarked.

Once viewing this man as loathsome, now Little Nuonuo pitied him. Without that rescue from death, he’d have vanished. Where did his father stand in all this?

“So, appearances can deceive, huh?”

Based on the recent days at least, the fellow didn’t strike as awful. Assessing others probably hinges on context and the person themselves.

“Shh, hush up—he’s returning,”

An Yixing gestured for quiet, urging his siblings to hold their tongues.

Discussing negatives in his absence could backfire if overheard—what then? Best to stay silent.

At that cue, the boys fell instantly mute, ceasing all chatter, though their wide eyes darted about restlessly.

“Young masters, everything alright? Why leave the food untouched? These sweets are baked fresh this morning and delicious,” Min Yi inquired, noticing the uneaten goods on the table.

On prior occasions, the young masters had been far less hesitant, devouring their meals with gusto; what made today stand out?