One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The manor occupied an area of a thousand square meters. Located in the southwest corner was a huge indoor shooting hall.

Mu Yazhe had always been willing to pour his heart and attention into cultivating Little Yichen.

Once the boy learned how to walk, he sent him to a boot camp to observe the specialized training undergone by soldiers.

Grandmaster Mu had done the same to his grandson when he was a child. Every summer, he would make Mu Yazhe undergo special training in such a boot camp.

Under the influence of his father, Little Yichen developed a keen interest in guns and fighting.

When other children were still learning to talk at two years old, Little Yichen, with a pacifier in his mouth, was already able to skillfully assemble all kinds of firearms and load ammunition. At the age of three, he could load bullets and fire shots with decent results.

Even Mu Sheng was amazed at the boy!

Most of the children in the same age group as him were struggling to speak, squiggling randomly on a piece of paper if they had flair, or going after popular toys. As for him, he seemed to have inherited his father's masculine genes. He was not keen on literature or arts and was obsessed with fighting and guns, instead.

At five years old, he officially joined a boot camp. He did not find the training tough and, in fact, was excited with the experience.

His great-grandfather marveled at the child's ability. Comparing to Mu Yazhe when he was a child, Little Yichen was not in the least bit inferior and was, in fact, better than his father.

Inside the manor, there was not just a fencing hall but also an archery hall. This shooting range and this fighting arena were specifically built for Little Yichen.

At present, inside the archery hall, total silence reigned.

It was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

Little Yichen was dressed in a smart and neat protective gear. His body was standing tall and straight, and in his hands were a heavy set of bow and arrow. He stilled his breath as he focused on the shooting target set a few hundred meters away from him. His finger buckled at the bow string.

With a whoosh , the released arrow, as if carrying thunderous sparks, sailed through the air magnificently. That instant shot hit the bull's-eye.

"Young master…"

His nanny rushed over and waited for quite a bit at the side. When she saw him put down his gear, she opened her mouth to say gently, "Young master, grandmaster and young mistress are requesting you to join them for breakfast."

He did not seem to hear her. Looking cold and detached, he turned to remove the equipment on his body. With a sudden thought, he faced the nanny and inquired, "Did daddy return home last night?"

"Young master, Master Mu did not return last night."

"Okay."

Little Yichen furrowed his brows as his eyes looked down listlessly. After a long silence, he picked up the towel, which was handed to him by a servant, and wiped away the fine droplets of perspiration on his face.

"I'm not eating. You go tell grandpa and mommy that I have no appetite."

Dejection could be heard in his aloof words.

The nanny looked worried. "Young master, if you don't have breakfast, grandmaster will be worried. Besides, skipping breakfast is not good for your body."

"If that's the case, prepare a set of breakfast for me and send it to my study room," he retorted coolly and then strode off from the archery hall.

The nanny watched the leaving cold and straight back of the boy and heaved a gentle sigh.

The father and son were truly alike in this aspect.

In any case, she had no choice but to prepare what he wanted, so she hastily arranged for a set of meticulously prepared meal to be sent to his study room.