Bai Binghua’s expression was subtle.
"Zhouzhou, don’t belittle our family like this. Our family is also, not bad!"
Compared to a toilet, it’s not that extreme, not that extreme!
After waiting for a while, they finally entered the villa with the bodyguards.
Passing through the luxurious yet understated corridors, they finally arrived at the living room and saw the person they wanted to meet.
Bai Binghua’s smile on his face was dazzling, and he exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, "Oh my! Chairman Qin! We meet again. Do you remember me?"
Qin Sui’an sat in her Eldest Brother’s arms, and blinked his round eyes twice, "I remember, President Bai."
Bai Binghua stumbled for a moment. Why does it feel like... he’s really meeting the chairman?
But she’s just a three-year-old little girl!
Bai Binghua felt embarrassed and laughed, "Haha, no need to be so formal. No need to call me President. At home, I’d like to be more casual. I’d like to call you Ann."
The next second, he nudged his son, signaling him to address someone.
Bai Zhou took two steps forward and obediently said, "Hello, Auntie!"
Qin Sui’an looked at him with a hint of confusion, staring at him seriously, then tilted her little head.
"Ann doesn’t know you!"
In the eyes of the little girl, he was just a big steamed bun come to life.
Bai Binghua caught a glimpse of the bodyguard behind him moving, thinking they were about to be kicked out, so he quickly forced a smile, "Haha, Ann, you’re really funny. You met each other yesterday. This is Zhouzhou, my son, Bai Zhou."
Qin Sui’an widened her round eyes and stared at him again, asking in puzzlement, "Bai Zhou, why did you turn into a steamed bun?"
Bai Zhou retorted in frustration, "Auntie, I’m not a steamed bun."
Bai Binghua almost thought she was mocking his son for being beaten into a steamed bun, but seeing her innocent face didn’t seem intentional at all.
Bai Binghua also felt frustrated, "Emm, Zhouzhou’s face got injured, so it was wrapped like a steamed bun, not... that’s why it’s wrapped like this."
"Oh!" Qin Sui’an understood.
Yesterday, she was hit by Bai Zhou, and her Second Brother helped wrap her hand. It was the same.
Bai Binghua looked at the man holding her, easily distinguishable by his shaved head and Buddhist beads.
Besides Qin Fujia, the eldest son of the Qin family, there was no one else.
Bai Binghua was wary of Qin Fujia.
Even before he became a monk, Qin Fujia’s name was enough to make people tremble in fear.
No one dared to provoke him, and now that he had become a monk, it was hard to forget his past actions.
Bai Binghua didn’t dare to meet Qin Fujia’s gaze at all.
Just one glance and he hurriedly lowered his head.
"Fujia, long time no see."
"Long time no see, President Bai," Qin Fujia’s expression was indifferent as he raised his chin slightly.
"Please, have a seat."
"All right, all right."
Bai Binghua carefully sat on the sofa with his son Bai Zhou beside him.
The living room fell into an eerie silence.
Qin Fujia and Qin Sui’an didn’t think much of it, but Bai Binghua and Bai Zhou were restless.
Bai Binghua racked his brains, trying to figure out how to please Qin Sui’an, but with Qin Fujia present, he had to be cautious and couldn’t speak casually.
Helpless, he nudged his son Bai Zhou, "Zhouzhou, why are you just sitting there? Didn’t you insist on coming to play with your aunt? Go and play with your aunt."
Bai Zhou widened his eyes, "Dad, I didn’t say..."
Clearly, it was his dad who insisted on bringing him to see his aunt.
Bai Binghua quickly interrupted him, "Oh, silly child, don’t be embarrassed. Go and play with your aunt!"
Bai Zhou jumped off the sofa. Since he was already here, he also had something to ask his aunt for help!
He walked briskly to his aunt Qin Sui’an and asked, "Auntie, can we play together?"
Qin Sui’an blinked her round eyes and nodded gently, "We can."
Qin Fujia slightly bent down, placing little Ann on the ground, and instructed, "Ann, call me if you need anything. Just play in the living room, don’t go too far."
"Okay!" Qin Sui’an obediently replied.
Qin Fujia and Bai Binghua continued to sit on the sofa in the living room.
Bai Zhou followed behind Qin Sui’an, catching up with small steps, his tone filled with undisguised admiration: "Auntie, can you teach me how to fight? It must hurt when Auntie fights someone."
"Ann doesn’t fight people."
Qin Sui’an paused, her childish voice explaining seriously, "I hit you last time because you were naughty. You hit Ann first, but usually, Ann doesn’t fight people."
"You can fight, just one punch from you and I would lose ten teeth!"
Bai Zhou now spoke with a lisp, urgently pleading, "Auntie, I beg you, please teach me!"
The incident of Bai Zhou being beaten and crying at the Qin family corporation somehow spread, and Bai Zhou’s playmates teased him for being beaten and crying.
Bai Zhou also wanted to be like his Auntie Qin Sui’an and make those who mocked him cry.
"Auntie, I beg you..."
"Auntie, Auntie..."
"Auntie..."
Bai Zhou’s constant pestering annoyed Qin Sui’an, and she furrowed her little brows, sighing softly, "Fine, but how should Ann teach you?"
In Qin Qianyi’s room, there was a boxing gym, but the two children were unaware that there were punching bags and other training tools in this world specifically for boxing.
Bai Zhou volunteered and decisively pointed to his own face, "Auntie, hit me in the face!"
Although his face still hurt, he endured it in order to learn how to fight.
Qin Sui’an was taken aback, "...Ann doesn’t want to."
He hadn’t hit Ann, so Ann couldn’t hit him.
"Then, Auntie hit my stomach!" Bai Zhou patted his own belly.
Qin Sui’an shook her little head, "That’s not good, it’s not allowed."
Bai Zhou pouted, "Auntie, it’s okay, I’m willing to let you hit me, just do it!"
Qin Sui’an looked at his belly, then at his dough-like face, shaking her head again, "Hitting people is not good."
One insisted on being hit, and the other insisted on not hitting.
They couldn’t reach a decision.
Bai Zhou became so anxious that he burst into tears.
Bai Binghua heard his son crying and hurried over, comforting him, "What’s wrong, what’s wrong? Why is Zhouzhou crying?"
Could it be that this little girl had beaten their Zhouzhou again?
Bai Zhou cried out, "... Dad, Auntie won’t hit me!"
Bai Binghua doubted if he had misheard or if his son’s expression was off, "Huh? She won’t hit you, isn’t that good?"
"... I don’t want it!" Bai Zhou wiped his tears, crying, "I want Auntie to hit me! ..."
"You, why would you want her to hit you?"
Bai Binghua’s heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that his son became a fool by Qin Sui’an’s punch yesterday?
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