His Genius Wife is a Superstar

Both Jin Liwei and Xu Tian were speechless at the sudden turn of events. They looked at each other and felt that things were spiraling out of control especially when Ketchup announced the next words.

"Daddy, Mommy is calling. Connecting in 3…2…meow!"

"Jin. Li. Wei."

Jin Liwei tensed, immediately sensing his wife's anger. There was no mistaking it. His wife must be fuming just based on her tone. Everything right now felt like déjà vu but the difference was that his wife was immediately mad at him this time without even waiting for him to explain first. This was completely different from before when he unexpectedly made their AI son cry for the first time.

"Love—"

"How dare you instruct Xu Tian to throw away our son's present for you?!"

Xu Tian flinched at hearing his own name. He desperately wanted to escape the president's office to somewhere safer where the lady boss' line of fire wouldn't be directed at him as an unfortunate casualty. However, the weight of the long, rectangular package in his arms felt like it was becoming heavier the longer he stayed in his spot. Its figuratively increasing heaviness was preventing him from leaving.

Having no choice, he steeled himself to stay and join his boss to face the wrath of the lady boss for making the Young Master Bacon cry. This was why he preferred dealing with the Young Miss Ketchup who was extremely friendly. The Young Master Bacon's personality was just too difficult to deal with.

The furious Iris continued her emotional tirade. "This is the first time Bacon bought you a present and you want to throw it away?! Where is your heart?! My poor baby! Bacon, don't cry anymore. Your dad's mind has become too addled with work!"

Jin Liwei inwardly sighed while massaging his temples. He was about to explain to his wife that he didn't know that P.J. was Bacon but then he heard the sound of his wife crying as well. Something seemed to drop in the pit of his stomach. "Love?"

"This is the first time our Bacon bought presents for his parents but you…you want to throw it away?! How could you, Jin Liwei?! You—go sleep in another room tonight. I'm too upset to see you today!"

Beep beep.

She hung up on him.

Jin Liwei's eyes contracted and his nostrils flared. He glanced at his computer monitor and even his AI daughter was looking at him as if he had turned into a heartless monster. There was a puddle of tears surrounding Ketchup.

"Hah..." He looked at the long, rectangular package that his assistant was carrying. "Give it to me."

"Yes, sir." Xu Tian carefully placed it on the huge wooden desk.

The package was long and not especially thick. It was wrapped in a simple black cloth instead of regular wrapping paper. The only pop of colour was a gold envelope attached to it.

He took the envelope, opened it, and fished out a simple card. It said:

"To Dear Father who is our family's dedicated guardian, protector and allowance provider to us, your children,

"Thank you for always prioritizing Mother who is the classiest in the whole wide universe. That makes you a classy man for being such a loving and caring husband to your wife, our beloved mother.

"Also, thank you for always helping Bacon to demand compensation for emotional distress from all the stupid idiots who dare offend me. Please continue to assist Bacon and milk those not classy imbeciles of their money.

"Bacon wants to show my appreciation to Father by giving you this present. I hope that Father can use it to better protect Mother next time and strike down our family's enemies.

"Forever your son,

"P.J."

Jin Liwei's hand that was holding the card trembled after reading what his AI son wrote to him. It was typical Bacon—vicious and money-grubbing—yet there was also the unmistakable feelings of gratitude from a son to a father. Warmth and sweetness filled his heart, then the bitter taste of guilt.

"Bacon."

There was no reply.

No surprise there. He already knew that his AI son was actually a very emotionally sensitive child contrary to Bacon's usual bored, aloof, no-nonsense, and vicious attitude.

"Why didn't you tell me that this is from my son?" Jin Liwei asked his assistant.

Xu Tian almost wanted to cry at the accusing tone. "Sir, I really didn't know that the package was from Young Master Bacon. If I knew, I would've told you right away to prevent this misunderstanding. Young Miss Ketchup must have allowed it to pass through security despite us not knowing the sender's identity until now."

They saw the sobbing Ketchup nod her fluffy, white head, confirming Xu Tian's guess. The puddle of tears around her white, fluffy body grew larger. She looked so pitiful that both Jin Liwei and Xu Tian couldn't help but feel even guiltier.

Jin Liwei sighed before finally unwrapping the package. It was wrapped in exquisite furoshiki style. Beneath the black cloth was another colour black, but this time, it was a long, shiny, leather case. He opened it and saw something that made him take a sharp inhale.

Xu Tian gasped. "S-sir!"

Jin Liwei's mind went blank for a moment before confusion and wonder filled it. "Is this…real?"

He wrapped his hand around the handle of the slightly curved blade and lifted it. Just based on the weight alone, he instantly knew that this was indeed an authentic katana and not just a replica. His breathing sped up, excitement filling him.

The saya was made of shiny, lacquered bamboo painted black. There was a golden dragon painted on its entire length and the character "Jin" just above the dragon's open, roaring mouth.

He unsheathed the katana from the saya as slowly as possible, not forgetting to admire the artistry being revealed in front of his eyes. Xu Tian also couldn't help but step closer to look, releasing soft gasps as more of the exquisite sword was revealed.

Jin Liwei handed the wooden saya to Xu Tian before holding the handle of the katana with both hands. Then he swung it in the air, causing a sharp, whistling sound.

"Good katana." He smiled.

As expected of the gift given by his vicious AI son. It was deadly.

1. The art of Japanese fabric wrapping
2. Japanese sword characterized by a curved, single-edged blade and a long grip to accommodate two hands
3. Japanese term for sword scabbard