Wolf Den Day Trip

Fu Jia rummaged through various corners of the car and found toys and snacks for Xia Tong. Before long, Xia Tong forgot that she was an "unwanted child" and started fighting with Fu Jia, each taking a toy gun.

After what seemed like an eternity, the car finally pulled up in front of a large gate, where two guards opened it for them. Xia Tong peered out the window, watching all this with curiosity: "Fu Jia, the police officers just saluted us! So you live inside the police station?"

Fu Jia, who was sitting in the car seat, climbed over to the car window after hearing Xia Tong's words. She pointed at Xia Tong's head with her toy gun and said, "Yeah, so you have to listen to me from now on, or I'll have my dad call the police to arrest you and shoot you! Bang!" She even imitated the sound of a gunshot.

Xia Tong remembered the guns in the hands of the two policemen who had opened the door, and then looked back at Fu Jia with awe. Fu Jia was even happier to see that her words had truly intimidated Xia Tong. The driver in the front seat remained silent, but although he was driving, he listened to the conversation between the two children in the back and chuckled.

When they arrived at Fu Jia's house, they found it was much bigger than their own. Before she could even finish touring, Fu Jia pulled her into his toy room, showing her all sorts of toys. Xia Tong wasn't interested in the messy cannons, airplanes, and other toys, but she was particularly fond of a white rabbit and a little train that made a "hoo-hoo" sound. So the two of them lay on the floor, playing happily.

"Jiajia, did you bring your classmates to play?" a beautiful woman with a gentle voice asked.

Xia Tong looked up, somewhat puzzled, while Fu Jia immediately scrambled to her feet and ran over: "Mom, you're back so early today!" Then she looked outside again: "Where's Dad? Did he come back with you?"

Xia Tong stood up and greeted her sweetly, "Hello, Auntie."

"Your dad will be up in a bit." Fu Jia's mother then turned to Xia Tong, looking at Xia Tong's round, bright black eyes, which made her look like a porcelain doll. Fu Jia's mother, who didn't have a cute daughter, was immediately charmed and pinched her little cheek: "Oh my, where did this little angel come from? She's so pretty!"

"Auntie, I'm Fu Jia's classmate." Xia Tong was a little flustered as Fu's mother pulled her along like this.

"Oh, you're Jiajia's classmate! Tell Auntie your name?"

"My name is Xia Tong."

"Dad!" A man with a strong and upright figure walked over, picked up Fu Jia who had rushed over, and carried her towards Fu's mother.

"Fu Jia, is this your classmate?" Fu's father looked serious and dignified, and his voice carried an imposing aura.

Xia Tong was puzzled. This was Fu Jia's father, so who was the policeman driving the car? However, Xia Tong chose to remain silent. She was a little afraid of this man and hid behind her gentle mother, but her upbringing compelled her to speak: "Hello, Uncle—"

"Yes, hello, let's go down for dinner together." Mr. Fu replied casually, then turned and carried Fu Jia downstairs.

At the dinner table, Xia Tong was still a little reserved. While Fu's father and Xia's mother were chatting, she quietly turned to Fu Jia next to her and asked, "Isn't this your father? Wasn't he the one who picked you up every day?"

"Of course! My dad is much better than him!" Fu Jia said proudly, his head held high. It was clear that boys of this age were at the peak of their admiration for their fathers. The father's status at home and his rich social experience made the boys dream of becoming such a strong and upright man.

After the dishes were served, Xia Tong was drawn to the various colorful and fragrant dishes on the table. Once everyone started eating, the atmosphere at the table gradually relaxed. Although Mr. Fu was still quite stern, there was an unusual gentleness in his voice when he spoke to Xia's mother. Years later, after watching many TV dramas and reading romance novels, Xia Tong understood the meaning of the phrase: "a tough guy with a tender heart."

Fu Jia sat upright while eating, but today he kept glancing at Xia Tong. Xia Tong kept her head down, eating without speaking or paying attention to him, which made him somewhat resentful. He kicked Xia Tong under the table with his restless foot. Xia Tong felt the kick but didn't make a sound, simply turning her foot to the other side and continuing to eat. Seeing that Xia Tong didn't react, he persisted, kicking once, twice, three times. Suddenly, Fu's father, sitting opposite him, sternly said to Fu Jia, "Don't bully your classmates!"

Fu Jia finally quieted down, but Xia Tong, who had been silent to the side, suddenly asked Fu Jia in a low voice, covering her mouth with her hand as she spoke: "Where's the egg you raised?"

Seeing the two children whispering to each other, Fu's mother found it adorable and didn't disturb them. She simply touched Fu's father, who was serving her food, and said, "I'd be happy if my son Fu Jia could marry such a well-behaved and adorable wife in the future."

Mr. Fu glanced at the two children whispering to each other in front of him, then looked helplessly at his wife: "These two little ones are so young, aren't you thinking too far ahead?"

Fu Jia was stunned for a moment, then her eyes darted around. She pointed at the Yulin cold noodles that the nanny had just brought over and said, "They were killed and eaten."

Xia Tong's eyes widened: "Kill it? Why would you kill it?"

Fu Jia said matter-of-factly, "Because it was disobedient, it never listened to me, and it ate a lot, so I killed it."

"You're talking nonsense, this is clearly jelly!" Xia Tong refused to believe it and argued her point.

"Liangfen is made from the flesh of ocean babies! You don't even know that? You must be a primary school student!" Fu Jia continued to try and get something for nothing.

"I don't believe it—my mother never said that jelly is the flesh of sea babies." Xia Tong clenched her fist, insisting on her point of view.

At this moment, Xia's mother blinked curiously and asked, "What are you arguing about?"

"It's nothing, Mom, don't mind her, she's an idiot!" Fu Jia quickly distanced herself.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You should be humble and polite to female classmates. Why are you acting like a bandit!" Fu's mother smacked his head in dissatisfaction.

"Auntie, is it true that Fu Jia said his testicles were killed and made into this plate of jelly?" Xia Tong asked.

"What are eggs?" Fu's mother asked, even more curious.

"It's about Fu Jia saying he used to have a pet baby, Ocean Baby. He said Ocean Baby would carry him downstairs for breakfast every morning. He also said that Egg was still at home and asked me to come and see it!"

After hearing this, Fu's mother laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight: This child keeps saying "he said," Fu Jia has never raised any of those ocean babies, she believes whatever he says, this child is really adorably silly!

Mr. Fu frowned: "Fu Jia, who taught you to talk such nonsense?!"

"Auntie, jelly isn't made from sea cucumber meat, right?" Xia Tong asked, puzzled. Was Fu Jia telling the truth or lying?

Mrs. Fu smiled, thinking how persistent this child was. She beckoned to her, "Tongtong, come over here to Auntie. Don't sit with that little liar."

Xia Tong obediently climbed down from the chair and sat next to Fu's mother. Fu's mother peeled shrimp for her: "Tongtong, how old are you?"

"Five and a half years old." Xia Tong ate her shrimp obediently.

"She's already in elementary school at such a young age? Our Fu Jia is already seven years old." Turning to Fu Jia, he said, "You're not allowed to bully her anymore, she's still a child!" Fu Jia pouted unconvinced.

"Did you come to our house with Jiajia today specifically to see that egg?"

Xia Tong suddenly burst into tears at this thought: "No, Mom didn't come to pick me up after school—Waaah, does Mom not want me anymore?"

"What? Your mother doesn't know you're at your classmate's house?"

"Nonsense! How dare the parents bring their child home? Where's Xiao Fang? Call Xiao Fang over here!" Mr. Fu immediately flew into a rage, standing up and shouting at the auntie who had just served the dishes.

Xia Tong was so frightened by the shout that she cried, covering her eyes and sobbing as if she were a child who had been abandoned.

Mrs. Fu quickly comforted her, wiping her mouth with a napkin: "Don't cry, don't cry. A pretty little girl won't be pretty if she cries! I'll call your mom for you, okay?"

Fu Jia chimed in from the side, "We can't get through to her mother on the phone."

Mrs. Fu had already taken the phone. "Don't cry. Do you remember your mother's number? Tell Auntie."

Fu's mother successfully dialed the number. Xia's mother on the other end was frantic with worry. Hearing that her child was playing at a classmate's house, she immediately burst into tears, wiping away her tears as she asked about the situation. Xia's father comforted her, saying, "I told you, the child will be fine, don't cry." This provoked a retort from Xia's mother: "It's all your fault! How dare you say that? Didn't I tell you to pick up the child for me? You can forget something like this, what can I expect from you?!" Xia's father, speechless, wisely shut up.

After listening to her story, Mrs. Fu understood what had happened and reassured her, "It's alright, just a false alarm. It's fortunate that the child didn't encounter any bad people. Are you here to pick her up, or would you like her to stay with us for the night?"

After asking for the Fu family's address, Xia's mother hesitated. She desperately wanted to see her daughter safe and sound, but the Fu family lived in a well-known affluent area, quite far from her home—a round trip of over three hours. It was already so late; it wouldn't be safe to go pick her up now. Fu's mother sensed her hesitation: "Why don't you let her stay at our house for the night? Fu Jia enjoys playing with her, so they'll have company. She'll go back tomorrow, so you don't need to worry."

"Thank you for your help. May I speak to Tongtong?"

After the phone was handed to Xia Tong, Xia Tong's first words were: "Mom, don't you want me anymore?"

Xia's mother, suppressing her heartache, comforted her, "How could that be? It's my fault for not picking you up on time." She then gave her some instructions on how to behave well and not be naughty at other people's homes. Meanwhile, Fu Jia remained crouched beside the telephone, anxiously watching Xia Tong, fearing her mother would come to pick her up.

Outside, Mr. Fu was scolding the driver, Xiao Zhang, who had taken it upon himself to bring the child back and then refused to return him: "Don't you know that parents will be worried if they bring their child back without permission?"

"Yes, Chief of Staff, I didn't think this through." Xiao Fang admitted his mistake readily. "It's just that I couldn't get through to the child's family before; the child's mother's number is not in service."

"Nonsense, why was the number disconnected just now, but it's working now?"

"Um-- Jiajia made the first call and confirmed the number several times. I'm sorry, it was my oversight."

Mr. Fu glanced at the call log; the three previous calls to Mrs. Xia were all identical, showing no signs of having checked multiple times. He handed the phone back to Xiao Fang and sighed, "This child..."

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Second update~ By the way, is there something wrong with these points...? This story is a bit slow-paced, please be patient, dear readers.