Xiao Changge's tension, trepidation, and restraint all melted away at this moment, and she grinned and giggled.
"Okay!" she replied with a smile.
"What are you muttering about?" Qin Ze walked over, rubbing his face.
"You dare to show off your mediocre skills? How about it? Did you get your teeth knocked out?" Qin Haotian straightened up and smiled at his son.
Qin Ze rolled his eyes: "You really want to see your son get humiliated?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Haotian suddenly made a move, grabbing Qin Ze and pulling him to his side. He hugged his son's shoulders tightly, like an eagle catching a chick. He clenched his fist and rubbed his son's cheek, saying with a grin, "Good son, I can't bear to see you hurt, so I'll rub it for you."
Qin Ze grimaced in pain, struggling desperately and yelling incessantly:
"It hurts! Take your hand away!"
"You little brat, you're so effeminate. A little girl's fist made you cry out. What will you do when you go to the battlefield?" Qin Haotian still wouldn't let go, chuckling as he rubbed his son's face with his fist, which was the size of a sandbag.
Upon seeing this scene, everyone, including Xiao Changge, burst into laughter.
This overly harsh paternal love was too much for Qin Ze to bear. He finally blushed and shouted, "If you keep doing this to me, I'll get my revenge!"
"Oh? How will you retaliate?" Qin Haotian loosened his grip slightly and asked with a smile.
Qin Ze seized the opportunity, slipping out of his father's arms like an eel. After running a few steps, he looked at his father with a grin and said:
"Just wait, when you get old I definitely won't take care of you anymore, I think you'll live a peaceful life."
Qin Haotian didn't take it to heart, waving his hand and laughing:
"Don't worry, kid, you don't need to serve me."
"A father will never grow old!"
Upon hearing this, Qin Ze burst into laughter: "You're just bragging. Everyone gets old, and you're no exception."
Qin Haotian looked at him, and after two breaths, he slowly spoke, smiling as he said:
"I will never grow old; I will die on the battlefield in some battle."
As soon as he said this, all the laughter stopped, including Qin Ze. He still had his mouth open, but his face suddenly stiffened.
"Yes, that should be the case." Qin Haotian added with a smile, as if he were talking about something trivial.
The atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment, and everyone's expression was not good, except for Qin Haotian, who remained calm and even relaxed.
But the next moment.
"Old man! Don't joke like that!" Qin Ze's face suddenly turned red as he pointed at his father and shouted.
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Note 1: Excerpted from Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky - In My Prime, Banners Flying High Among Ten Thousand Men"
"In my prime, I commanded ten thousand men under banners. My brocade-clad cavalry charged across the river. Yan soldiers wielded silver spears at night, while Han arrows flew like golden pheasants at dawn. Recalling the past, I sigh for my present state. The spring breeze does not dye my white beard. All my ten thousand-word strategy for pacifying the barbarians has been exchanged for a book on planting trees in the east."
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