"You brat, how dare you talk to your old man like that? You're getting more and more outrageous as you grow up!"

Kitahara was so angry at being contradicted by his own son that he blew his beard and glared at his son.

Beifeng completely ignored Beiyuan and instead reached out to pat his younger sister's head.

"Jingjing, what gift do you want this year?"

"You've given me a house, a car, money, and designer jewelry, brother. I don't need anything, and I don't want anything more."

Bei Jing counted on her fingers, "Hmm, from when I was one year old until now, all the birthday gifts my older brother gave me..."

The total amount of money is probably more than she could ever spend in several lifetimes!

Her description was by no means an exaggeration; although the Bei family was only the second largest wealthy family in Kyoto,

However, the Northern family's wealth was the greatest in Kyoto; while it wouldn't be accurate to say they were as rich as a country, they were close.

"Oh, right, Mom, do whatever you want. I don't care. As long as you're happy."

Bei Jing expressed absolutely no interest in the banquet his mother had mentioned.

It's nothing more than the same thing as every year, dragging her around in front of those wealthy ladies, talking about your child and our child.

Madam Bei, however, failed to notice her daughter's emotions, assuming that Bei Jing agreed with her decision.

After putting down their chopsticks, they happily went to prepare for tomorrow's banquet.

Seeing his beloved wife leave the table, Kitahara could no longer remain seated; he put down his chopsticks and followed her.

North Wind rolled his eyes as he watched the two figures disappear. This guy was really something else.

When Bei Jing saw her parents leave, she immediately put down her chopsticks. She had a very small appetite and was a severe picky eater.

But the Bei family couple knew nothing about these things, and they would nag her every time. Bei Jing didn't want to be nagged endlessly, so she could only pretend to eat.

Seeing his younger sister's actions, Beifeng sighed and said helplessly, "Jingjing, eat some more?"

"Didn't you really like this dish last time? Why aren't you eating it today?"

Bei Jing can be said to have been raised by Bei Feng single-handedly, after all, with such unreliable parents, there's no doubt about it.

So Beifeng knows all about his younger sister's bad habits.

"I don't like it anymore." Bei Jing is not only picky about food, but also fickle. What he likes to eat today, he might like tomorrow, but he might not like it the next second.

Bei Jing would rather go hungry than eat a single bite unless he found food that suited his taste, which is why he was very thin, extremely thin.

Standing at 1.7 meters tall but weighing only 90 kilograms, Beifeng felt an immense headache whenever he thought about his younger sister's pitiful few ounces of flesh.

Being both a father and a mother, and with a younger sister who's difficult to raise, being a brother is tough!

"I'm going out for a bit later, do you want to come with me?"

Bei Jing tilted his head, looking at his older brother's handsome face, "Where are we going?"

"Junchen's house, shall we go?" Beifeng ruffled Beijing's hair. Putting aside her bad habits, his little sister was really cute.

"Oh, it's that giant ice robot," Bei Jing blurted out naturally upon hearing Jun Chen's name.

Bei Feng stumbled and almost fell off his chair to the ground.

The only person who would dare to describe the head of the Jun family, the most prestigious family in Kyoto, in such a way is probably his heartless younger sister.

But thinking about Junchen, well... my younger sister's description doesn't seem wrong at all!

Junchen is nothing but a giant ice cube robot!

"Yes, it's him. Is Jingjing going?" Beifeng asked tentatively.

She doesn't go to the house of the big ice cube, probably the refrigerator, because she's very sensitive to the cold.