Hi Master, Little Mermaid Will Support You! 41

Chapter 41

Wen Ming decided that turning the seashell into a pendant had been the right choice.

As he had predicted, the little mermaid was completely captivated by it.

MuMu, usually playful in the pool, now just clung to him, clutching the seashell.

MuMu kept rubbing its claws against the seashell, and Wen Ming looked down:

“MuMu?”

MuMu didn’t look up, continuing to polish the seashell.

“Are your claws uncomfortable? There’s a scratching board in the mermaid room, you can use that.”

Wen Ming’s voice was like smooth, rich wine.

The scratching sound finally stopped. From Wen Ming’s angle, he could see the tips of the little mermaid’s ears flushed, as if stained by red wine.

The Mermaid Care Manual didn’t mention this phenomenon.

“What’s wrong with your ears?”

Wen Ming’s fingers brushed against the tip of its ear and were swatted away.

“?” He held MuMu’s waist and lifted it slightly, face to face. “Are you feverish?”

MuMu’s expression seemed uncontrolled, its eyes unfocused, swirling like mosquito coils.

Wen Ming was even more puzzled: “Why is your face red too?”

“Awoo!”

MuMu’s fins flared from head to tail, and it shrieked, twisting its body and slipping out of Wen Ming’s grasp.

Wen Ming was struck by its tail and bumped against the edge of the pool.

He steadied himself. He hadn’t experienced such a forceful “attack” since leaving the battlefield.

“It doesn’t seem sick…”

The water churned as the little mermaid retreated to a corner of the pool.

If one didn’t look closely, they might mistake it for a large mushroom growing in the shadows.

“MuMu, there’s more fish, do you want some?”

“How about snacks?”

“Should I put the seashell back on you?”

Wen Ming tried various methods of coaxing, but MuMu remained motionless, its sulking reason unknown.

The home butler, recording everything by the pool, searched: “Recommended related question—Why are children more difficult to raise as they get older?”

“It’s a mermaid,” Wen Ming corrected.

The concepts of “mermaid” and “child” were vastly different.

“Beep beep, search for—Why are mermaids more difficult to raise as they get older?”

Wen Ming paused, then changed his mind: “No, search the previous question.”

The concepts of “MuMu” and “mermaid” were also different to Wen Ming. He viewed MuMu as an independent, intelligent being.

“Beep beep, top result: The child is entering puberty.”

Wen Ming understood: “Rebellious.”

The home butler’s indicator light flickered, not continuing to the second most popular answer—The child is experiencing the stirrings of romantic feelings.

Before Wen Ming could try another method of coaxing, a few raindrops created ripples in the pool.

The faint sound seemed to startle the little mermaid, and it poked its head out, looking at Wen Ming.

Wen Ming paused, reaching out his hand: “Come here.”

MuMu’s body undulated like a wave, swiftly swimming to the edge and grabbing his hand.

Then it focused its energy, trying to soothe Wen Ming.

Wen Ming, not understanding, lifted it out of the water and applied ointment to its tail, soothing the irritation from the disinfectant.

During this, MuMu continued its soothing efforts.

Wen Ming placed it in the scooter, creating some distance: “MuMu, that’s enough.”

“Hmph… woo…” MuMu cried out anxiously, maneuvering the scooter closer to Wen Ming.

It reached out and touched Wen Ming’s lips, its expression full of worry.

Wen Ming suddenly understood: “Are you worried about my mental seascape becoming unstable?”

“Awoo.” You were coughing up blood last time!

Wen Ming gently pushed its hand away: “It’s fine.”

MuMu’s lips trembled, and it visibly deflated: “Whoo.” I understand, you should find a high-grade mermaid for soothing.

Raindrops landed on the corner of its eye and were wiped away by Wen Ming’s fingertip.

“MuMu, my mental seascape only becomes unstable during thunderstorms.”

MuMu frowned, looking up at the sky—

Dark clouds, thick clouds, raindrops = thunderstorm!

“It doesn’t thunder every time it rains.” Wen Ming pushed the scooter back inside. “Remember the day I brought you home?”

MuMu replied with an “awoo”: I remember, it only rained that day, no thunder.

Otherwise, I would have wished for a home from the lightning.

But what if it starts thundering later?

MuMu looked at Wen Ming: “Growl.” Just like you and your sudden reappearances!

Wen Ming took it back to the mermaid room, left some snacks, and went to work.

“Awoo!” You don’t take care of yourself at all!

MuMu punched the air in Wen Ming’s direction, imagining a series of terrifying scenarios:

Sudden thunder → Master’s mental seascape becomes unstable → He collapses in pain → Dies young before he can call for help.

No, no, no…

MuMu drove the scooter into Wen Ming’s room: “Awoo?” Where is he?

“Ding!” The sleep pod detected someone approaching. “Activate sleep mode?”

MuMu blinked: What’s this? I haven’t seen it before.

Sensing the stable energy in the air, its curiosity won:

“Awoo.” I’ll have time to find Master when I hear thunder…

MuMu approached the sleep pod and touched the glowing button.

Its access to electrical appliances had been revoked after the milk incident, and touching other devices had no effect, but this one lit up immediately:

“Ding! Welcome to the Sleep Pod.”

“Roar!” It works! Is this where Master sleeps?

MuMu experimented with the other buttons. When it pressed a blue water droplet button, a fine mist filled the sleep pod:

“Ding! Humidification function activated.”

MuMu first tested the mist with its claw, then leaned its upper body inside, finally sliding in completely, its tail included.

“Whoo…” So comfortable.

It pressed the plus sign next to the blue water droplet button: “Ding! Humidification level set to maximum.”

The sleep pod turned into a misty cave, the water vapor enveloping MuMu like soft feathers.

“Awoo!” This is the life!

Listening to the rain outside, enjoying the spa treatment, it lost track of time, lost in the moment…

“Drip.” MuMu jolted awake.

It looked towards the edge of the sleep pod and saw water droplets condensing and dripping from the mattress.

MuMu quickly turned off the humidifier, but the mattress was soaked, leaving watermarks wherever it touched.

It’s over.

Should I invite Master to sleep in the mermaid pool tonight?

Wen Ming was working in his study.

For some reason, a few employees were sending red envelopes in the Wen Corporation work chat, and Wen Ming also sent one.

No one claimed it.

The chat was silent for a while before an employee tentatively messaged:

“Has the Admiral found love too?”

Wen Ming: ?

After the employee explained, Wen Ming realized that tomorrow was Interstellar Valentine’s Day, and employees in relationships were sending red envelopes to share their good luck.

“So Admiral Wen has secretly found a partner too?”

“Congratulations, Admiral! Wishing you a long and happy relationship!”

Assistant Xu jumped in, interrupting the string of “99” messages: “There’s no need for a reason for the boss to send red envelopes, everyone say—Thank you, boss!”

Valentine’s Day?

Wen Ming turned off his optical brain, uninterested.

“Rumble—”

A loud noise came from his bedroom. Wen Ming rushed over and found the sleep pod in drying mode.

Unlike the humidification mode, the sleep pod sealed itself during drying, rapidly heating up to remove moisture.

Through the transparent pod, Wen Ming saw the little mermaid trapped inside, its face pressed against the glass in terror.

It patted the glass: Master! Help!

The sleep pod was new, not yet connected to the home system, and MuMu’s access hadn’t been restricted.

The machine had only been home for a day, what trouble could MuMu possibly cause?

It had found a way.

Wen Ming quickly deactivated the drying function, and the sleep pod’s window lowered.

The rescued MuMu cried out: “Awoo!” Master, you absolutely cannot sleep in this broken machine!

It looks like a transparent coffin, bad luck!

Seeing Wen Ming’s icy expression, it lowered its head and put on its best innocent face, turning into a clingy fish: “Eep~” I know I was wrong.

Wen Ming didn’t say a word, picked it up, carried it back to the mermaid room, and placed it on the padded wall.

MuMu, feeling like a fish on a chopping block, thrashed its tail.

“Slap!”

MuMu flinched and covered its backside: “Awoo!” You hit me!

Wen Ming’s eyes were dark: “Why did you activate the drying function?”

“Awoo, awoo.” I accidentally overdid the humidification, and I thought you humans liked sleeping in dry places…

“Slap!” Before it could finish explaining, it received another slap.

Wen Ming’s hand was slightly cupped, the sound loud but the impact light.

MuMu, a true drama queen, wailed: “Waaah!” I’ll never mess with anything in the house again, okay!?

“MuMu, you need to be more aware of your limitations as a mermaid.”

MuMu pretended to cry, peeking at him through its fingers.

Wen Ming checked its tail: “It’s fine if the machine gets wet, but mermaids can’t stay in dry environments.”

MuMu patted the padded wall with its tail tip, as if admitting its mistake.

Wen Ming sighed and applied moisturizing cream to its tail: “You can interact with human things, but always prioritize your own safety, understand?”

MuMu nodded and buried its face in its arms.

Oh no, its heart was racing again!

“All done.” Wen Ming capped the moisturizing cream and put it back on the shelf. “Time for bed.”

As he walked, MuMu clung to his arm, being dragged along the padded wall like a mermaid-shaped accessory.

“Woo.” The rain hasn’t stopped, you’re still in danger!

Wen Ming tried to pry its claws off, but as soon as he removed one hand, the other would grab on, and finally, even its tail wrapped around him.

“…Still want to play with the sleep pod?”

MuMu looked at him seriously: “Awoo.” I have to watch you sleep.

Ten minutes later.

MuMu, wearing a waterproof cap and with its tail wrapped in a moisturizing film, patted the mattress excitedly:

“Awoo!” Come on, let’s sleep!

Mermaids have a strong sense of territory, and MuMu subconsciously felt that this dry area wasn’t its domain, leaving most of the mattress for Wen Ming and retreating to the edge of the sleep pod.

In the two-meter wide sleep pod, there was a distance of more than a meter between the man and the mermaid.

“Ding!” The sleep pod, now connected to the home system, announced: “Different species detected in the pod, which species should the temperature and humidity be optimized for?”

“Prioritize the mermaid.”

“Boo, click.” It should be optimized for you, I’m not sleeping, I’m just here to check on you…

“Good night.”

Wen Ming’s two words silenced MuMu’s chatter.

The little mermaid’s eyes were wide open, showing no signs of sleepiness.

Wen Ming leaned over and gave it a good night kiss on the forehead…

Wen Ming was a light sleeper, easily awakened by any noise.

But tonight, with another creature beside him, he slept soundly and even had a dream—

Someone was clinging to him, their ears flushed, their skin cool against his.

Wen Ming’s breathing deepened, and he felt the other person’s hot breath against his skin as they looked up at him, their eyes hazy.

“!” Wen Ming jolted awake.

The little mermaid beside him had forgotten all about personal space, its chin resting on Wen Ming’s chest, sleeping soundly.

“…” Wen Ming’s expression was complex as he carefully moved away.

He gently lifted MuMu and placed it on the bed.

The icy blue eyelashes, just like in his dream, fluttered, and the little mermaid stirred, about to wake up.

Wen Ming touched its cheek with the back of his hand: “It’s still early, go back to sleep.”

MuMu nuzzled the pillow and continued sleeping, its face serene and beautiful, completely different from the expression in his dream.

Wen Ming quickly went to the bathroom, glanced down, covered his face, and sighed:

“Pervert…”