Chapter 2 I Want Daddy

The time difference between the city and America was only a few hours.

It was already midnight here and the full moon was shining brightly.

Most of the lights in the city were already off and the busy streets were empty and quiet. But in one room of a residential building located in the urban district, a faint light was still shining.

In the room, Coco Luo was sitting before a computer. She was typing on the keyboard as if there was something chasing her thoughts.

"How can I possibly achieve a balance between sleep and my readers? When my hair is touching my waist someday, can I stop writing new chapters for the novel?"

As soon as she pressed the enter key, the signature on the personal home page on her screen instantly changed.

Coco Luo, a twenty-four-year-old woman, was a writer of romance novels on a renowned website. Her novels were well-known because of their campy and heart-tormenting plots. Her stories were especially popular and welcomed both by the youth and the depressed housewives.

The food she loved most was ice cream, and the person she loved and adored most was her loving son. As for what she feared most...

Her phone suddenly rang, making her come back to reality. When she looked at the caller's name, she immediately shrugged. This was what she feared most --- the editor urging her to hand in her manuscripts!

She pressed the answer key and held the microphone far away from her face. The voice of Lay-lay, her ruthless editor, was very loud and dominant.

"Coco Luo! What did I just read? What do you mean by your signature? Explain it to me!"

"Come on, don't be so serious..." Coco grabbed her mouse and slid it, not taking her eyes off the soap opera she was watching on another website.

"You deliberately want to delay the manuscripts, don't you?"

Coco hissed as she closed her eyes and took a long deep breath. 'Why is my editor so smart that she can see through my real thoughts at once?'

"Coco, think about your fans who are expecting for new chapters from you. Think about me, your poor editor... Do you really have the heart to let us down? I know you're not that type of person."

"Okay, okay. Alright, fine." Coco blankly stared at the popup at the bottom of her screen. It was an advertisement from the website.

A beautiful woman, who was scantily clad, was doing all kinds of suggestive movements. She twisted back and forth as if she had hemorrhoids. If someone took the bait and clicked on the popup, the computer would suffer from all sorts of virus and advertisements would pop up nonstop.

The popup advertisement was so powerful that she didn't dare to close it. She just watched the woman inside wiggle seductively back and forth.

The computer went down because of the virus due to her carelessness last time. Tens of thousands of words in it were completely lost. But thanks to her baby boy, her files were successfully recovered. Her son repaired her computer and found her manuscripts. Although he was only four years old, he was a computer genius. Just a few days ago, he won the championship of an e-sports competition.

"You have failed to update the new chapters on time twice this month. If you continue to do that, the readers will angrily protest. Last time, you asked for a leave, and it caused the delay of the update. Your excuse then was you were trapped in the bathroom because you didn't bring any tissue with you. This time, you won't say that you have diarrhea and can't update on time again, will you?"

'What? She's really incredible. How does she know that I was going to use that excuse?'

Being caught already, Coco could just laugh awkwardly.

"Boss, in fact, I do have a bellyache right now..."

"You do realize that I don't really care if you have diarrhea, constipation, toothache, appendicitis or anything else. I want to see the new chapters by tomorrow!" The person on the other end of the phone was already going crazy. It was an editor's worst nightmare to work with such a bad author!

Coco muted the computer and began to watch the soap opera. She put the phone on the table with the speaker on.

"Coco, Coco Luo! Are you still there? Did you hear what I just said?"

"Yes, yes. I understood you perfectly." 'Well, it really is a dramatic plot. The hero is terminally ill, and the heroine is always crying hysterically. I will write this plot in my novel later. Young girls would surely be touched!'

"Coco, just think about your lovely son. If you don't work hard to write these novels, how can you possibly afford the powdered milk for him?"

Lay-lay probably knew that her endless roaring was useless to the cheeky woman who was so used to procrastination, so she decided to adopt a softer and more sensitive approach.

"Ah, he doesn't drink powdered milk. He only drinks cola." She remembered that he drank four bottles of cola for dinner and that he said that he was incredibly sad and wanted to drown his sorrows in cola.

Coco pressed the pause button on the soap opera she was watching. The crying face of the heroine on the screen twisted and looked a little ferocious.

Coco stared at the screen as a cute face popped up in her mind. When she remembered her son, she couldn't help but smile.

Meanwhile, the editor on the other end of the phone was still urging her to write new chapters. Coco then folded a piece of paper in half and rubbed it to the microphone back and forth. "Boss! Are you still there? My signal is very bad. What did you just say? I can't hear you! Let's just talk next time! Bye!"

She hung up the phone decisively and turned it off. She didn't want to be bothered anymore tonight.

Looking at the twisted crying face of the heroine on the screen, and the wiggling woman in the popup advertisement, Coco sighed ever so deeply.

'I wonder why life is so difficult.

Selling one's charms or writing novels is not that difficult to do if you're doing it for the money.

Compared with the scantily clad woman who is wiggling her body in the advertisement, writing is bearable. In order to raise my son, I must work hard and earn more money!'

In the room next to hers, a lovely child with a chubby face was standing in front of the bed. The child had a serious look on his face as he looked at the wet bedsheet.

As a genius, Carl was suspicious of the wet mark on his sheets. He was intently thinking about other reasons why it was wet, but the true reason was quite obvious.

'Did I really wet my bed?'

Recalling that he gulped down four bottles of cola in one breath during dinner, he had to painfully accept this fact.

Although he could easily win the e-sports championship, such a cruel thing like wetting the bed was inevitable for a four-year-old child...

The naked boy stealthily removed the bed sheet with cartoon patterns. He carried the "evidence of the crime" all the way to the bathroom and threw it into the washing machine. He knew that his mommy was careless, and they hired hourly workers to do this kind of housework.

Meanwhile, Coco was trying her best to write a new chapter. She was feeling drained already, so she stood up to get some water.

She saw her pretty son sitting on the sofa with his bare buttocks and his two fat feet facing each other. She noticed that there was a sad look on his chubby face. 'He is such a cute boy!'

"Carl, baby, what's wrong?"

The little boy suddenly said seriously, "Mommy, I want to see Daddy."

He carefully reflected on the matter that had injured his self-esteem and came to an important conclusion. It was not his fault at all. It was because he didn't have Daddy!

Earlier that day, he talked with his friends in the kindergarten about the sad topic of taking a bath with their own daddy. Because of that, he drank a few more bottles of cola to dispel his sadness, which caused the tragedy of the gifted little boy wetting his bed!

"It's time for you to get rid of that bad habit of drinking soda. Wait, what? Who do you want to see? Iron Man, Transformers, or Tinker Bell?"

"I want to see Daddy," he held his meaty feet and said seriously, looking gloomy and down. 'I want Daddy so that I won't wet the bed anymore.

But I have no idea who my daddy is!'