I Transmigrated as the Antagonists' Mother!

140 Troubled Adolescence

Leon now attended classes during the day and trained at night. On the weekends, he stayed at the outdoor training base all day. The mother and son could only see each other once before going to bed. On the weekends, they could have dinner together and be alone for a while.

Leon arranged for himself to be busier than Vivian, which made Vivian a little disappointed.

After having dinner together on Saturday night, Vivian put her arm around Leon’s shoulder as they read the news side by side. Suddenly, she felt that her hands were a little tired, so she turned to look at him.

In the past, when Vivian was sitting, she would put her arm around Leon’s shoulder, and her arm would be below his shoulder. Now, she realized that it was even. No wonder her shoulder felt sore today.

Looking at how Leon had unknowingly grown to her height and how his little face had finally gained some weight, she reached out and rubbed his head. Vivian felt a sense of accomplishment as if her son had finally grown up.

Vivian smiled with a hint of relief and a little emotion. my son has really grown up. He’s as tall as me!

Leon looked at Vivian with a smile. His appetite had increased a lot this month, and his nutrition had also caught up. Vivian had also bought all kinds of supplements for him all day long. Coupled with the proper training, his body had grown as if it was spasming.

The boy’s clear voice had turned into a duck’s voice since yesterday morning.

Because of this, Leon’s face would turn red whenever he spoke for the past two days. Basically, he would not speak if he could.

Vivian saw his silent smile and burst into laughter. “Little fool, are you going to be like this for such a long period of voice change?”

Leon nodded seriously.

Vivian didn’t intend to let Leon live like this. She was a man of few words, to begin with, and it wasn’t easy for Frank to make her talk more. Now, he was back to his original state.

“Son, this is normal. You’re not the only one in your class who has a voice change!” Vivian explained to him.

Leon lowered his head slightly and didn’t say anything.

“You think your voice is uglier than the other students’?” Vivian guessed after some thought.

Leon paused and nodded. Sigh, puberty is so annoying. When will it end?

Teenagers were sensitive. Vivian pursed her lips to hide her urge to laugh and then pretended to be a little annoyed. “But what if Mommy wants to talk to you? How much time have we spent together? Communication is a step toward human progress. Aren’t you going to help Mom make progress?”

Leon’s expression froze for a moment. “There are colleagues.”

Vivian knew he meant she could communicate with her colleagues, so she said unreasonably, “No, I want to talk to you.”

After Vivian finished speaking, she lay on the sofa like a rascal. Then, she turned her head and pouted at Leon. “I just want to talk to you.”

Leon sneaked a glance at Vivian. After thinking for a long time, he was afraid Vivian would be angry and compromised.

Vivian immediately gave him a kiss on the forehead to encourage him. “You’re not used to it now. You’ll be fine once you get used to it.”

“Mom will tell you something. You have to remember it. When a person is capable, people will even say that his fart is fragrant.”

“And there are so many people in the world, who would care about them? Mom’s heart is very small. It’s already full with you and the two in my stomach. So you just need to care about the people who care about you. Don’t care so much, or it’ll be very tiring.”

This was Vivian’s way of living. It didn’t matter what others thought of her. She wasn’t gold, and she didn’t intend to let everyone like her.

When Leon heard this, he thought about it seriously and then nodded. His heart was also very small. It was enough to hold his mother, brother, sister, and Alan. There was no need to care about the others!

Leon looked at Vivian’s growing stomach and was a little worried. It was not good for him to not be at home all day. “Mom, cancel my martial arts class. I’ll practice at home from Monday to Friday. Otherwise, I’ll be worried if you’re alone at home.”

When Vivian heard this, she looked down at her protruding belly. She felt that she couldn’t go on like this, so she suggested, “Let’s find a helper. After I give birth, I’ll need someone to help me. The two of us definitely can’t do it.”