Young Master Dotes On His ‘Wife’

Chapter 10: Brainwashing Ye Huan

"Xiao Huan, boil a pot of water while I go out for a moment."

After a whole day, the two brothers had only managed to nibble on two roasted sweet potatoes, and it was almost noon. With the commotion caused by the people at the Ye  house, it was already around four or five in the afternoon. Their stomachs were growling with hunger. Ye Zhou finished steaming some white rice and gave a brief instruction before preparing to leave. He needed to come up with a plausible way to introduce the chickens he had brought from the Ye house to Ye Huan without arousing suspicion.

"Where are you going, brother? Don't leave me alone at home."

Ye Huan was usually obedient, but he seemed frightened this time. He quickly grabbed Ye Zhou's clothes, looking pitiful. Ye Zhou turned around, patting his head gently, and smiled, saying, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

"Then I'll go with you."

It was rare for Ye Huan to be so stubborn, and Ye Zhou had no choice. He crouched down and pretended to be mysterious, whispering in Ye Huan's ear, "Didn't I mention that we'll have braised chicken tonight? Do you know where the chicken comes from? When we passed by Ye's house, I secretly took two of their old hens. It's better for me to go alone to retrieve them quietly. If there are too many people, what if someone sees us?"

After thinking it over, Ye Zhou came up with a flawed reason. Fortunately, Ye Huan was young and easily fooled. Moreover, when they passed by the Ye house earlier, Ye Zhou did lag behind for quite some time, but Ye Huan didn't suspect anything. However...

"Isn't that stealing? What if..."

After all, a child is still a child, and their level of shamelessness couldn't compare to Ye Zhou's.

"Stealing? What about all the things they took from us? Isn't that considered stealing? I'm just taking back some interest."

Ye Zhou pretended to be serious, his face showing no shame as a chicken thief should have. When one's stomach is empty, so-called morals and shame mean nothing. Besides, he was taking things from the Ye family’s house, so he felt justified and had no psychological burden.

"Xiao Huan, boil a pot of water while I go out for a moment."

After a whole day, the two brothers had only managed to nibble on two roasted sweet potatoes, and it was almost noon. With the commotion caused by the people at the Ye house, it was already around four or five in the afternoon. Their stomachs were growling with hunger. Ye Zhou finished steaming some white rice and gave a brief instruction before preparing to leave. He needed to come up with a plausible way to introduce the chickens he had brought from the Ye house to Ye Huan without arousing suspicion.

"Where are you going, brother? Don't leave me alone at home."

Ye Huan was usually obedient, but he seemed frightened this time. He quickly grabbed Ye Zhou's clothes, looking pitiful. Ye Zhou turned around, patting his head gently, and smiled, saying, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

"Then I'll go with you."

It was rare for Ye Huan to be so stubborn, and Ye Zhou had no choice. He crouched down and pretended to be mysterious, whispering in Ye Huan's ear, "Didn't I mention that we'll have braised chicken tonight? Do you know where the chicken comes from? When we passed by the Ye house, I secretly took two of their old hens. It's better for me to go alone to retrieve them quietly. If there are too many people, what if someone sees us?"

After thinking it over, Ye Zhou came up with a flawed reason. Fortunately, Ye Huan was young and easily fooled. Moreover, when they passed by the Ye house earlier, Ye Zhou did lag behind for quite some time, but Ye Huan didn't suspect anything. However...

"Isn't that stealing? What if..."

After all, a child is still a child, and their level of shamelessness couldn't compare to Ye Zhou's.

"Stealing? What about all the things they took from us? Isn't that considered stealing? I'm just taking back some interest."

Ye Zhou pretended to be serious, his face showing no shame as a chicken thief should have. When one's stomach is empty, so-called morals and shame mean nothing. Besides, he was taking things from the Ye house, so he felt justified and had no psychological burden.

"Is that okay?"

Ye Huan tilted his head, seemingly contemplating his words seriously.

Facing his innocent gaze, Ye Zhou, who usually lacked moral boundaries, suddenly felt a pang of awkwardness on his face, followed by a very cautious nod. "Of course, it's okay. Just think about it. If we openly ask them to give back what belongs to us, will they give it? They might even beat us up. But if we don't take back those things, we'll never feel comfortable, right?"

Pausing at this point, Ye Zhou intentionally stopped speaking. He resumed when he saw Ye Huan nodding in agreement. "When a person's mind is filled with too many things, they tend to overthink and eventually get sick. Just like what happened to me yesterday, I couldn't take it and almost hanged myself. So we can't let ourselves down. Even if we can't retrieve the original things, we can gradually get back equivalent items. As for how to get them back, let's not worry about that too much. In short, we must never let ourselves be at a disadvantage."

Fortunately, their parents had passed away, and they didn't have any elders in the family. If someone heard what Ye Zhou said, they would probably slap him to death. Damn it, was there anyone like him who taught children like this?

Well, getting back on track, under Ye Zhou's misleading education, the innocent Ye Huan was quickly brainwashed. He earnestly nodded and said, "Okay, I understand, big brother. Go quickly and come back soon."

Children around the age of six are like blank sheets of paper. Whether they turn out good or bad depends on how they are taught by their family. It was unpredictable whether Ye Huan would turn bad under Ye Zhou's influence, but one thing was for sure—he would grow up to be a person with shattered values and no morals.

"Hehe... That's my good little brother."

Satisfied, Ye Zhou ruffled his head and smiled before turning around. Teaching children was definitely not his expertise. He couldn't know what was good or bad for children. All he knew was that he didn't want Ye Huan to end up as kind-hearted as the original owner, easily bullied. The kinder a person is, the harder their life becomes. He would rather endure being talked about and criticized than let himself and Ye Huan become the kind of people who can only be bullied.