Chapter 168 Stubborn Personality, Senior Sister Departs (…)

Late at night, Yang Fuchen went to say goodbye to his junior sister. Her face showed an indescribable haggardness and vicissitude. Her once neat hair was now a mess, and her expression was dazed and blank. Clearly, she had suffered an immense shock.

A series of phantom pains radiated from her scalp, causing her great distress and pain.

How could there be such an evil little baby in the world! She wears the skin of a soft and cute lamb, waiting for you to lower your guard, only to find that she is a 'utterly wicked' wolf cub!

The little girl nestled in her arms, babbling and cooing. A pure and innocent smile spread across her fair face, revealing her bare gums. Her short, chubby fingers tugged at Yang Fuchen's clothes, and she was having a great time.

Yang Fuchen was driven to the brink of a mental breakdown by the naughty boy, and she also had a faint ringing in her ears. She numbly let the boy in her arms do as he pleased and bully her.

Only one thought, harder than steel, remained in her mind—she would never have children again!

Zhang Ting opened the door with a yawn, her inner clothes loose. "Senior Sister, you're here?" she said, seemingly unsurprised by Yang Fuchen's arrival.

The little boy was tired from playing. He half-opened his eyes and started to yawn, but he was still clutching Yang Fuchen's coat tightly in his hand.

The mother and daughter's expressions and movements were exactly the same, as if they were cut from the same mold.

Yang Fuchen felt as if she had seen two tormenting demons, which made her take a step back in fright. Alarm bells rang in her mind, and even her junior sister couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

After a while, she finally convinced herself to overcome her fear and approached cautiously. “Junior sister, I suddenly remembered that there are still many official matters to attend to in Qiuyu County, so I have come to say goodbye.”

Zhang Ting glanced at the sky in confusion; it was so dark she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. "It's still the middle of the night, how are you going to get there, Senior Sister?" Could she even see the road? She wondered if her Senior Sister was delirious from her illness, so she went up to touch her forehead.

Yang Fuchen's hair stood on end, his pupils contracted sharply, and he retreated repeatedly, "Shishishishi, don't come any closer..." He was like a mouse seeing a cat, his hair standing on end.

Zhang Ting paused, then a strange interest flashed in his eyes. He quickened his pace to approach her, his tone utterly innocent: "What's wrong, Senior Sister? Why are you backing away when you see me? Don't you like Ting anymore?"

Yang Fuchen was terrified, an indescribable fear rising in his heart, like being watched by a predator. His body trembled slightly, and he uncontrollably retreated. How could his junior sister be even more terrifying than a little devil tonight!

Zhang Ting stopped in her tracks, seemingly hurt by her senior sister's aloofness. She lowered her head dejectedly, "Where did I do wrong that made you dislike me, senior sister..." The bright moonlight shone on her face, revealing a pale and fragile look. Her eyelashes trembled, like a delicate little white flower, looking quite pitiful.

Looking at her frail and broken junior sister, Yang Fuchen was deeply moved. An unprecedented sense of self-blame and guilt surged within her. "How could this be? Junior sister is as noble as a plum blossom. I love and cherish her so much. Even if I hate myself, I will never despise you..." She tried to take a step forward, but after a moment's hesitation, she still didn't dare.

My junior sister clearly did nothing wrong; she's kind and gentle. Why am I so afraid of her?

Zhang Ting looked up at her, then lowered her eyes in disappointment. "Senior sister is lying. You clearly want to avoid me like the plague." She sadly wiped away her tears with her sleeve.

Yang Fuchen had no words to express his suffering. He struggled with his own mind, forcibly suppressing his body's instinctive fear, and approached his junior sister step by step. His hair stood on end, and he felt as if he were a lamb entering a tiger's den.

"Junior sister, don't be sad... I... I... I... I've made it through," Yang Fuchen said, trembling.

The little boy's big, dark eyes glanced at his mother, then at his aunt, looking bewildered, as if he had learned something.

Zhang Ting almost couldn't help but laugh. She straightened up and took the little devil out of her arms. "Senior sister, go back and rest. It's late and the dew is heavy. Even if it's a very urgent matter, we have to wait until dawn tomorrow."

The soft touch in his arms disappeared, and Yang Fuchen subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. "Ah, okay." Realizing what had happened, he stammered, "Junior sister, that wasn't my intention. Don't be sad."

How could Zhang Ting be sad? She was overjoyed. She said she didn't care at all and even urged her senior sister to go back to her room to rest.

On his way back to the house, Yang Fuchen felt as if he had been carrying a 300-pound stone all day. He was exhausted and felt like his body was about to fall apart.

The main house was brightly lit.

Zhang Ting carried the baby in with one hand. The little one chuckled and wiggled in her hand, excitedly babbling in baby talk.

Before the birth of the goddess, the couple never imagined she would look like this.

Fortunately, although she was a bit mischievous, at least she had grown up and was a fair-skinned and delicate little baby.

It can still awaken the maternal and paternal love in their hearts.

"Is it really okay for us to put our senior sister through this?"

"What's wrong with that? My senior sister is my half-sister, why should I be so formal with her?"

Zong Suyi covered her mouth and laughed at her, then reached out and scratched her cheek, "Shame on you, someone really doesn't know any shame."

“They still do bad things in front of Shile, aren’t they afraid of setting a bad example for children?”

Zhang Ting brought the baby over, let her little feet touch the bed, sternly scolded, "Zhang Shile, you stand properly."

"You're not allowed to go astray, understand?"

The two-month-old baby—smiling and twisting around as if playing a game, kicking his legs with all his might, and occasionally letting out a high-pitched cry.

Zong Suyi patted her on the shoulder, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and said reproachfully, "Shile doesn't understand anyway, and why are you being so fierce?"

Zhang Ting glanced at him, seemingly finding his words reasonable, and simply shoved the little one into his arms, pressing her lips to her lips as she said, "Then, my lord, gently and patiently teach your daughter." She turned over and lay down on the inside of the bed, "I'm going to sleep now."

Zong Suyi snorted at her retreating figure. She enjoyed it while she was doing it, but after getting pregnant and giving birth, she didn't care about raising the child. What a wicked thing.

He gently held his daughter's hands, playing with them again and again, his voice trailing off as he spoke, "Your mother is a bad person." Her long, smooth, jet-black hair cascaded down her back, swaying and fluttering with his movements.

The little one's eyes curved into crescent moons with laughter, his tiny body trembling slightly, "Giggle giggle..."

Zong Suyi got tired after playing for a while and yawned sleepily. In the dead of night, there was no sound behind him. He secretly peeked back and saw that the person was really asleep. He pouted unhappily.

He held the baby and coaxed her to sleep. The little one opened her big, round eyes and blinked her long eyelashes, clearly very energetic.

Zong Suyi was very troubled. Hadn't she played with her senior sister during the day? Why couldn't she exhaust her energy?

Zong Suyi sang a nursery rhyme to lull the little one to sleep, and the little one calmed down.

With victory in sight, Zong Suyi mustered all her strength, patting the little one's bottom while humming a little tune to coax her.

The little guy was initially motionless, but then inexplicably grinned and laughed, waving his limbs, clearly full of energy.

Zong Suyi turned around abruptly and saw a scoundrel making faces at his child.

He was furious. He put the baby in the middle of the bedding and pounced on the scoundrel to punish him.

"I'll teach you to pretend to be asleep when you shouldn't be, and not to sleep when you should!" He straddled the naughty thing and angrily pinched her face. He had worked so hard to get the baby to sleep, but this jerk provoked him and ruined everything.

Zong Suyi was so angry that he opened his mouth and bit her on the face.

"Hiss—" Zhang Ting pulled her husband away, wincing in pain; a complete tooth mark was visible on her face. Zong Suyi must have been born in the Year of the Dog in his past life.

Shile watched his parents perform intently, clapping happily and making "ee-ya ee-ya!" sounds, as if cheering one of them on.

"Hmph, you dog!" Zong Suyi said angrily, sitting on her lap with her chest heaving.

Zhang Ting stroked her right cheek, licked her lips, and said meaningfully, "Who knows who's the dog?"

Zong Suyi's eyes widened in anger, his cheeks flushed. Was this bastard implying something about him?

He pouted angrily and used his current advantage to tickle her, saying, "I'll teach you to curse me! I'll teach you to curse me!" This naughty thing deserves to be taught a lesson! It's infuriating.

Caught off guard, Zhang Ting was caught off guard and let him succeed unexpectedly. He laughed uncontrollably, "Hahaha, my lord, I was wrong." His apology was delivered with lightning speed.

Zong Suyi regained his composure, proudly placing his hands on his hips and raising his chin, "If there's a next time, this young master will not let you off easily." He was extremely pleased with himself, thinking, "Zhang the Improper, you've finally met your match!"

Zhang Ting: "Of course, of course... there will be a next time!" Seizing the opportunity, she tackled him to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the situation changed dramatically.

"You cheated, you bastard, hahaha!" Zong Suyi burst into laughter, tears streaming down her face.

She smiled calmly: "All's fair in war. My lord, you still have much to learn."

"Let go... Waaah, you liar." He cried and laughed at the same time, pushing her hand away, his whole body weak and powerless.

Shile was initially delighted, her arms outstretched in joy, but later she discovered that her parents had left her aside and were playing by themselves. She pouted and cried out a few times in a pitiful tone.

As a result, the noise from her parents playing drowned out her crying. The two were so engrossed in dealing with each other that they seemed to have completely forgotten about having a child.

Shile stopped howling, pouted, and stared intently at her parents.

Feeling ignored by the whole world, she was truly heartbroken and cried, her eyes brimming with glistening tears. She crawled towards the spot, sobbing, but after a while, she ran out of strength and stopped to rest, crying as she went. Then she continued crying and crawling...

Zhang Ting stopped moving and asked suspiciously, "Why do I hear something crying?"

Zong Suyi stopped laughing. "Something does seem off. It feels like I've forgotten something."

"Oh no, child!" The couple looked at each other, their expressions changing drastically.

They all turned their heads and were unexpectedly met with a young, aggrieved face. The face, which was not even the size of a palm, was covered with tear stains, the eyes were full of tears, and the girl pouted and stubbornly crawled towards them.

The good news is: "The World Music Association has climbed."

The bad news: "She looks... a little angry?"

Zhang Ting held her husband in her arms, watching the little one crawl over like a snail, resting for a while and then crawling again. Not only did she not have any intention of helping, but she also complained: "...So slow."

Zong Suyi was overjoyed. "Our little darling climbed so well, so amazing!" She turned her head away. "Don't talk about her."

Zong Suyi crawled out of his wife's arms to hold the baby, but she refused to let him hold her, tears welling in her eyes, and she stubbornly crawled forward like an ox.

When Zhang Ting tried to pick up the little one, she struggled and resisted.

The two exchanged a glance, their expressions turning serious as they prepared to see what the little thing was up to.

I waited for a long time.

After a long and arduous climb, she finally lay down at the spot where the two had been playing, turned her back to them, and went to sleep with her butt sticking out.

He remained motionless and ignored everyone.

Zhang Ting: "..."

Zong Suyi: "..."