Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 382 - 395: Boys Fighting

He snatched the drawing paper from Jue’s hand in an instant, and the child yelled in a fit of anger.

However, he soon saw the half-completed drawing paper that Jue had handed him, and instinctively grabbed a pen and started drawing without thinking. His grip on the pen was peculiar, unlike ordinary children who hold it with their thumb, index, and middle fingers, he grasped it like holding a twig with all five fingers, drawing stroke by stroke, rigidly and forcefully, creating mysterious and complex lines on the paper.

Han was amazed: "Jue brother is so amazing..."

Su Xingyu was also amazed, feeling as if this child wasn’t drawing, but was merely grabbing something and recklessly smearing it with bodily instinct. His strokes had no method, no thought, and no pause, yet the lines on the paper were as straight and precise as Lu Shifeng’s, and the varied depth arcs seemed perfectly plotted with a compass.

What kind of frightening talent is this?

What shocked her even more was what followed. As Jue continued to complete the drawing, Su Xingyu picked up the original paper that Lu Shifeng had just taken from him and compared them, finding the two papers identical in precision, without even the slightest deviation in the minutest lines. Yet Jue...didn’t even glance at the original paper while drawing!

"This..." She was incredulous, couldn’t help but look at Lu Shifeng, "Can he draw so accurately?"

"This is nothing," Lu Shifeng said, his tone unusually carrying a slight pride. His son might be frail and sickly, but some talents are beyond the reach of normal children throughout their lives. "If you take him on a plane circle over the city, when you return, he can draw everything he sees with pinpoint accuracy, even down to a cat behind a window or the direction of a feather fluttering."

"How is that possible..." Su Xingyu murmured.

"His precision in drawing is comparable to a camera." Lu Shifeng said.

Su Xingyu’s perception of Jue altered. At first, she merely viewed him as a pitiful child suffering from a severe illness, but now he brought her such an incredible sensation, perhaps a prodigy?

"Jue brother is really amazing..." Han was full of admiration.

Jue kept his head down drawing, his numb gaze fixed on the paper, his hand mechanically moving the pen, completely oblivious to the astonishment around him. He drew quickly, finishing the complex star track drawing in minutes, but suddenly threw a tantrum again, screaming and tearing the paper to shreds.

"Jue." Lu Shifeng crouched down to comfort him.

Jue was still angry, pushed him away, dashed over and tore down many of the decorative drawings on the walls and tables, screaming while ripping them into pieces, scattering the debris everywhere, and even stomping on them furiously.

"What’s wrong with Jue?" Su Xingyu asked nervously, this tantrum-throwing child tugged at her heart.

Lu Shifeng shook his head; he too had no idea what was wrong. Children with autism sometimes shout and throw tantrums irrationally, requiring great patience to calm them down.

Jue screamed, running around the room, and tore up several more papers, including the original paper in Su Xingyu’s hand and the scribble drawing Han just did.

"Ah! That’s mine..." Han yelled.

Jue ignored him completely, tearing the scribble drawing to pieces, flinging the fragments everywhere.

"That’s mine!" Han was also angry. Being usually a soft and well-behaved good child, he usually had a very tame temperament, but he couldn’t stand his things being destroyed. He tottered on his small legs, ran over, and grabbed the shouting and screaming Jue: "Why did you tear my stuff! You owe me! You owe me!"

"Han!" Su Xingyu was fearful that Han might hurt Jue, Jue being so frail might not withstand even a push from Han? And fearful that Jue might hurt Han, she’s seen how ferociously Jue can bite.

She anxiously wanted to separate the two children but was pulled back by Lu Shifeng.

Lu Shifeng shook his head at her: "You have to trust these two children to resolve it themselves."

"Resolve it themselves?! What the hell!" Even Su Xingyu, who has a good temper, couldn’t help but swear.

Lu Shifeng, this twisted pervert tyrant brute, knew nothing about raising children!

Does he think this is just two ordinary kids fighting?

One is sick! The other...is so dumb!

Su Xingyu stomped her feet in frustration, but Lu Shifeng kept restraining her, saying: "Xingyu, these kids need to learn how to interact, letting them fight now might not be bad."

"Lu Shifeng, you’re insane!" Su Xingyu cursed, her voice trembling with rage.

Over there, the two children really began to fight.

Han forcefully grabbed Jue’s arm, trying to make Jue face him, sternly asking for justice: "You ruined my drawing paper, you owe me, you owe me!"

Jue already disliked being touched by others, and in a rage, bit Han’s chubby little hand.

"Ouch...wah...!" Han cried out in pain, instinctively withdrawing his hand.

Jue seized the opportunity to free himself from Han’s grasp, venting his anger by stomping repeatedly on the torn paper on the floor, while Han burst into loud tears beside him, his chubby little hand bearing a noticeable bite mark.

Su Xingyu felt heartbroken seeing this, struggling to go over to them: "Han, are you okay?"

Lu Shifeng still held her, speaking indifferently: "What’s the big deal about being bitten once for a man? If you want to protect your things, you have to have the corresponding strength. Han, if you can’t even win against Jue, it serves you right that he tore your drawing."

"Lu Shifeng!" Su Xingyu was trembling with anger; what kind of education is this?!

He doesn’t even know Han is his own flesh and blood yet, already implementing the Lu Family’s Spartan education?!

Is it because he’s so twisted that Jue learned to bite recklessly?!

She couldn’t shake him off but wished to bite his hand repeatedly, yelling: "Han is bleeding, can’t you see?! Is your heart made of stone?!"

"I’m doing this for his own good," Lu Shifeng said, unmoved, "He’s a boy; he needs to have a boy’s toughness."

Toughness...my ass!

Su Xingyu was on the verge of madness.

Meanwhile, Han heard Lu Shifeng’s sarcastic remarks, wiped his tears with sobs, blinking his watery eyes at Jue. He wobbly stood up, trying hard to look fierce, threatening Jue: "You owe me the drawing paper! Or I’ll, I’ll...wah...!"

Thought for a long time but couldn’t come up with what to do, and cried again.