Chapter 385 The Electronic Pet is a Spoiled, Greedy Little Rascal (14)

Chapter 385 The Electronic Pet is a Spoiled, Greedy Little Rascal (14)

Unaware of what was happening, Song Chuyi was still daydreaming about his future body.

Although he initially thought that Ning Tong couldn't do anything to him, now he might get his own body.

Especially the size he had designed himself—just the thought of it made him happy.

Seeing Ning Tong tinkering with something on the computer, he rolled his eyes and disappeared from the big screen.

He found Mao and happily said, "Mao Mao, we can have our own bodies now!"

"Quick, draw what you want to look like as a human. I’ll ask Mr. Ning to make them for both of us."

Mao’s serious face lit up with anticipation.

"Did Father say that?"

Song Chuyi recalled, "He didn’t exactly say he’d make them for both of us."

"But I’m sure he’ll agree!" Song Chuyi puffed out his chest confidently.

"If he says no, I’ll just act spoiled. If he still refuses, I’ll get mad."

He puffed up his cheeks. "Mao Mao, you’ll get mad with me."

Mao replied seriously, "I won’t be mad at Father."

"Ah, I don’t want to get mad either, so I’m sure he’ll agree!" Song Chuyi took out the design paper. "Mao Mao, hurry up and draw!"

Mao took the design paper, his little paws clutching it tightly.

"I need to think about it."

Song Chuyi nodded understandingly. "Yeah, take your time and think it through."

"This is the body we’ll have for life—we need to think deeply."

He gave Mao’s shoulder a pat. "Alright, Mao Mao, think it over and come find me when you’re done~"

After saying this, Song Chuyi whooshed off to find Ning Tong.

At the same time, Ning Tong, who was in the middle of editing, suddenly looked up and saw Mao appearing on the screen.

"What’s the matter?"

Mao still held the design paper Song Chuyi gave him in his paws.

"Yi Yi gave me this."

"He said I can have my own human body."

Ning Tong saved the edited design.

"He told you that?"

Mao nodded, "Yi Yi said he would get you to agree."

"If you don’t agree, he’ll try to charm you."

Mr. Ning: ?

Is that even possible?

Mao was about to say that if you still refused, Yi Yi would get mad, but at this moment Song Chuyi returned.

Mr. Ning shot Mao a look, "Head back for now."

Mao always obeys his father’s orders, so when Mr. Ning said this, he immediately left.

When Song Chuyi returned, he thought he caught a glimpse of Mao. But before he could think about it further, Mr. Ning spoke.

"Where’ve you been?"

Song Chuyi came back to his senses and said confidently, "I went looking for Mao!"

Mr. Ning pretended not to know anything and chuckled, "What’d you go see him for?"

Song Chuyi didn't answer his question but instead asked, "Can we get a body made for Mao too?"

Mr. Ning pretended to look serious.

"Mao, being the AI that’s running the digital world, if we give him a body, it could stir up a lot of trouble."

He gently tapped the little guy’s cheek with his finger.

"Humans might seem kind and accepting, but they’re not exactly welcoming to non-humans, especially AI that could potentially threaten their status."

Song Chuyi nodded in agreement with Mr. Ning.

"Just because they’re not tolerant doesn’t mean it’s impossible."

Song Chuyi retorted, "Mao’s too well-behaved to hurt anyone."

He put on his best puppy-dog eyes, his face brimming with hope.

"We can keep it under wraps for now, just don’t let anyone find out!"

Mr. Ning felt a ripple in his heart, and a hint of greed stirred within him.

"The kid’s already adorable, but when he turns on the charm, it’s downright impossible to resist."

Mr. Ning held back his delight and murmured, "Creating a human body is a huge deal—there’s no way to keep it a secret."

Song Chuyi pouted, puffing out his cheeks.

"Okay."

He hung his head, looking dejected.

He flopped onto the floor, and not satisfied with that, he pulled out his tiny bed, climbed onto it, and snuggled under his little blanket.

Bubbles floated up beside him: "ZZZ~"

Mr. Ning raised an eyebrow slightly. Wasn't he supposed to be coaxing me to agree? Why did he suddenly go to bed?

"A'Chu?" He poked the puffed-up quilt, "Are you sleeping?"

"Won't you keep asking me? Maybe I'll give in and agree."

Another text bubble appeared beside him.

"Angry."

It came with a pouting kitten emoji.

Mr. Ning was surprised. Angry? Mao didn't say the little one would get angry.

Mr. Ning hated to see the little one upset, so he quickly soothed, "My fault."

"A'Chu, don't be upset."

"If Mao wants a human body, I'll arrange for it."

A corner of the quilt was lifted, and Song Chuyi peeked out, blinking.

"Really?"

Mr. Ning nodded firmly, "Really."

The quilt was thrown back, and Song Chuyi gave a sweet smile.

"Mr. Ning, you're so nice."

"I already told Mao to design it himself."

"He'll hand it over when he's finished."

Mr. Ning chuckled and patted his head.

"As long as A'Chu's happy."

But...

"Are A'Chu and Mao close?"

Although he knew both were artificial intelligence, a pang of jealousy surged up again at the thought of A'Chu and Mao being close.

Song Chuyi nodded, "Of course, Mao's so cute—who wouldn't like him?"

Mr. Ning's emotions flared, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Like him, or..."

He suddenly stopped, realizing something.

Song Chuyi waited a moment, and when he didn't ask, he pressed, "Or what?"

Mr. Ning stared at the screen and slowly shook his head.

"Nothing."

Asking the little one if he liked Mao more or him more felt like exposing his own pettiness and greed in broad daylight.

The little one didn’t understand any of it.

How could he burden a child with human emotions?

Ning Tong, who’d always been carefree, even reckless about his own life, started holding back his feelings.

He masked those shameful thoughts with a light chuckle.

"A'Chu, just do what feels right to you."

As for him, he shouldn’t have let his own flaws taint the innocent child.

Song Chuyi nodded obediently.

After a brief pause, he added, "Mr. Ning, if you’re upset or mad, you should let me know too."

He pointed to the bubble text he’d just written, saying, "You can do it like this."

Leaning closer to the screen, he whispered, "Or you could just slip me a little note."

Ning Tong’s throat tightened. A small note?

Would it be crammed with his inappropriate, even indecent thoughts while revising his designs?