"...The exemption is naturally because I completed all the credits ahead of schedule," Jiang Chi gritted his teeth and forced a smile, then suddenly remembered something, and his arrogance returned, his expression lazy—

"I am Chaochao's older brother, so it is perfectly reasonable for me to care about her studies. As for you, you don't need to worry about it."

Xie Jingcheng and Yu Ci: "..."

Jiang Chi, who rose to power through blood ties, barely managed to turn the tide, and immediately felt much better.

Those peach blossom eyes glanced at the two of them with a half-smile, and she sneered inwardly.

If he doesn't die, you will all remain concubines in the end.

The confrontation reached a stalemate for a time.

Suddenly, the little dumpling's clear voice broke the silence.

"Daddy, are you done with your work?"

As Chaochao was pushing her toy car, she suddenly sensed a figure at the bottom of the stairs. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Huo Qin, whom she hadn't seen for two hours.

The little dumpling immediately dropped the toy car and ran happily to her father's side.

Huo Qin bent down and picked up Chaochao with remarkable ease, his baby-holding technique already quite skilled.

He weighed the dumpling on his arm.

His gaze gently swept over Chaochao's little belly.

Looks like you ate quite a bit this afternoon.

Chaochao couldn't wait to share with Huo Qin her amazing performance in hide-and-seek. "Daddy, I just played hide-and-seek with my brothers and I caught them all, hehe."

The little bundle in my arms was as proud as a little peacock.

This little idiot can win.

Huo Qin knew that the other three people must have contributed to the flood discharge.

Even so, the man nodded in agreement with the little dumpling's words, saying, "That Chaochao is really amazing."

Of course!

Chaochao accepted the praise without any modesty, hands on her hips. Suddenly, her eyes darted around, and she placed her little hand on Huo Qin's shoulder, her almond-shaped eyes beaming with pride: "Now even Daddy has been caught by little devil Chaochao!"

Then, the favored little dumpling leaned close to Huo Qin's ear and whispered, "Daddy, don't be afraid, Chaochao will never eat you..."

Just as she was talking, Chaochao suddenly remembered the two bags of snacks she had won that afternoon. She dug out a bag of chocolate beans from her pocket. As a true little foodie, she naturally felt most secure carrying snacks with her at all times.

The little dumpling stuffed chocolate beans into Huo Qin's arms, "These are what Chaochao won playing games! Give Daddy a bag!"

Not only does she not eat her father, she even feeds him instead.

The system was biting its handkerchief and whimpering.

Huo Qin's thin lips couldn't help but curve into a smile.

Upon witnessing this scene, the three older brothers in the living room instantly saw all their previous competition and scheming vanish.

The system also bit its handkerchief and lost the scoreboard.

Upon seeing Huo Qin, Jiang Chi immediately sat up straight from his languid posture, "Uncle."

What I was thinking was...

Look, this is the retired emperor.

"President Huo," Xie Jingcheng and Yu Ci greeted him.

Sensing Jiang Chi's meaningful gaze beside her, Yu Ci glanced back.

The meaning was clear in his cool, clear eyes.

If you can't be number one, does that mean you can't be number two?

Jiang Chi's eyes paused, a look of surprise flashing across them.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly gentle and polite student was even more ambitious than that troublemaker.

Yu Ci had already turned her head away and ignored him.

Huo Qin nodded his chin, acknowledging their greeting.

He wasn't surprised to see Yu and Xie at home; his little dumpling had already told him that the two of them were coming to play.

Besides, it's almost lunchtime now.

The little dumpling had disappeared somewhere. Huo Qin sat down on the sofa with his tablet, his expression indifferent and unreadable except for the occasional frown.

However, the hall with four people was a hundred times quieter than when there were three.

Jiang Chi dared not be presumptuous in front of his uncle.

No one dared to disturb President Huo's work.

If they were to pass by Huo Qin's back, they would discover that the tablet wasn't displaying a multi-billion dollar deal at all, but rather—

A wide variety of recipes from different cuisines.

Huo Qin was quickly browsing through the recipe for sweet and sour pork.

His deep eyes narrowed slightly.

Hochin didn't believe it.

Can cooking be as difficult as braiding hair?