The low, deep, and cold tone carries an innate sense of detachment.
It's not a voice that should utter such words, yet it sounds like a boundless indulgence and permissiveness that has become commonplace.
Therefore, it is perfectly natural.
So naturally, the three parents around them and Sheng Yan, the person involved, didn't react at all.
Qin Zigui just barked?
Has he admitted that he's a puppy?
Is he going to take care of himself now?
Perhaps it was because two ounces of Moutai were really a bit intoxicating, but Sheng Yan's brain neurons started to slack off and started operating very slowly.
He looked at Qin Zigui and blinked blankly.
Then, the next second, an uncontrollable stinging pain in his throat forcibly brought him back to his senses, and he couldn't help but bend over and cough violently again.
Qin Zigui's eyes seemed to show helplessness. He squatted down, patted the boy's back, handed him the cup, and said softly, "I'm a little dog, drink the water."
It seems the battle against the elementary school kids has finally been won. This time, Sheng Yan didn't continue his heroic resistance. Instead, he took the water cup and gulped it down.
Then, slice the chilled pear and rinse your mouth with lightly salted water.
Finally, he opened his mouth and let Qin Zigui carefully spray the throat spray onto him.
After going through the entire process, Sheng Yan's performance improved significantly.
Moreover, they became more and more cooperative, and in the end, they could even be described as obedient.
Feeling the bewildered, shocked, and admiring gazes of the three adults around him, Qin Zigui peeled a throat lozenge and put it in Sheng Yan's mouth. He stood up and explained, "He used to love to sneak spicy snacks when he was little, but his trachea is narrow, so he easily choked."
Xu Qingrong is a single mother who also manages a large company, so it goes without saying how busy she is. Qin Ru and Jiang Ping also started their own businesses and were so busy when they were young that they didn't have time to rest. They still don't have their own children, and these two kids were basically raised by nannies.
Qin Zigui was a year older than Sheng Yan and matured early, so it can be said that Sheng Yan was raised by Qin Zigui.
Therefore, at this point, the three adults were no match for a single child.
Thinking back to the scene where her son had stubbornly refused to let Qin Zigui admit he was a puppy, and Qin Zigui had actually barked once, Xu Qingrong felt a little guilty.
“Well, Zigui, you know Xiaoyan, he’s a bit different from ordinary people, don’t take it to heart.” Xu Qingrong pointed to his head and turned it around.
Sheng Yan's thought process has indeed been quite unique since he was a child. He always comes up with strange ideas that neither adults nor children would think of, but they are usually cute and not annoying.
"Don't worry, Aunt Xu."
Qin Zigui looked at Xu Qingrong and gave a calm but reassuring answer.
Xu Qingrong felt both grateful and gratified.
Look at other people's children, they are sensible, excellent, good-tempered, and caring. Unlike this troublemaker in his family, who, apart from his pretty face, is a real headache.
As Xu Qingrong was thinking, Qin Ru nudged her: "Look at Xiao Yan, I feel like something's not right."
Qin Zigui and Xu Qingrong turned their heads upon hearing this and, sure enough, saw that Sheng Yan had somehow returned to the table, his chin resting on the back of his hand, his long eyelashes blinking slowly, his eyes glazed over, looking somewhat...
stay.
Brief observation.
Xu Qingrong tentatively asked, "Is the aftereffect kicking in?"
Qin Ru glared at her: "Your son, you're asking me?"
Jiang Ping squinted and examined him for a while: "Your gaze is unfocused and your movements are slow. It seems you're a bit tipsy. Your liquor is quite authentic."
A brief silence.
Xu Qingrong did not deny it: "The Moutai I brought is indeed very authentic."
Qin Ru was a little worried: "But they have to go to class tomorrow."
Jiang Ping waved his hand dismissively: "Hey, it doesn't matter whether Xiao Yan goes to class or not anyway, he might as well just take sick leave."
Another brief silence.
Xu Qingrong: "That makes sense."
Qin Ru: "Good idea."
Jiang Ping: "I'll go call their teacher."
Qin Zigui, standing to the side: "..."
Do all adults in every family react this way?
"I'll take Sheng Yan back to his room to rest first." Qin Zigui felt that he was more reliable. He picked up Sheng Yan's schoolbag with one hand and helped Sheng Yan up with the other, letting him lazily put his arm around his waist and rest his chin on his shoulder. Then he turned to ask Xu Qingrong, "Have you brought his toiletries and change of clothes?"
Xu Qingrong nodded quickly: "I've got it. The toothpaste, toothbrush, towel, bath towel, shower gel, and shampoo are all in your bathroom. The pajamas are hanging in the first cabinet, and the underwear is in the drawer below."
"Okay. Aunt Xu, Auntie and Uncle, you can eat slowly first. Leave some light and mild food in the refrigerator, and I'll heat it up for Sheng Yan when he sobers up."
"Okay, Auntie will cook some porridge for you later and put it on the stove. Just call us if you need anything," Qin Ru replied gently.
It wasn't that she and Xu Qingrong didn't want to take care of him themselves, but after all, Sheng Yan was already a teenager, and many things were different from when he was a child.
“You know, our Sheng Yan has grown so tall, but he still acts like a child.” Xu Qingrong sighed as she watched Qin Zigui carrying Sheng Yan back to their room. “And why isn’t your Qin Zigui a daughter? It would be so nice if she were my daughter-in-law. Our family’s huge business would have someone to inherit it.”
Xu Qingrong shook her head and sighed, her regret evident in her voice.
She and Qin Ru had been making this kind of joke for many years. She guessed that if Qin Zigui and Sheng Yan were actually dating, they would have already held their engagement party by now.
Unfortunately, both of them are genuine tall men, over 1.8 meters tall.
Qin Zigui listened to this and, unmoved, took Sheng Yan back to his room, closed the door, put him on the bed, and glanced at the wound on his forehead that had cracked open from the violent coughing: "Sit still, don't move, I'll put some medicine on you."
After saying that, he turned around and opened the drawer.
Sheng Yan, who had been sitting upright on the edge of the bed, seemed to suddenly come to his senses. He raised one hand high and stretched the other straight down, gesturing the distance of his entire arm span, and said seriously, "This much."
Qin Zigui took out the iodine solution, turned around, saw him like this, and didn't understand: "Why so much?"
Sheng Yan beckoned with his finger: "Come here."
Qin Zigui moved closer as instructed.
Sheng Yan then beckoned with his finger.
Qin Zigui bent down.
Then Sheng Yan leaned closer and whispered three words mysteriously in his ear: "Wife, Ben."
Qin Zigui: "..."
He was now certain that Sheng Yan had truly been intoxicated by two ounces of Moutai.
Are you even an adult yet? All you have is your savings for a wife.
He still has so much money left for his wife.
Thinking it over, he chuckled lightly: "Which celestial beauty do you want to marry?"
Sheng Yan smugly hummed, "I want to marry a celestial being who is both beautiful and intelligent, preferably the kind who always gets first place in the grade."
Qin Zigui: "?"
Sheng Yan narrowed his eyes, his expression fierce: "Now our family will have the top student in the grade too, and then we can beat you to death!"
Qin Zigui: "..."
How much resentment.
However, he wasn't about to argue with a drunkard. He dipped a cotton swab in iodine, lifted Sheng Yan's chin, and replied perfunctorily, "Hmm, okay, marry a celestial beauty, marry the top-ranked celestial beauty in the grade."
Sheng Yan had probably subconsciously gotten used to this scene, so he didn't resist or struggle. He just raised his head, looked at Qin Zigui, narrowed his eyes, and said mysteriously, "I'll tell you another secret."
Qin Zigui applied the medicine to him: "Tell me."
"That's it, the wish I mentioned earlier, that all the show-offs stay away from me. That's fake, just kidding." Sheng Yan sat on the edge of the bed, his hands supporting him on the edge, shaking his head. "My real wish isn't that."
Qin Zigui pressed his palm down slightly, continuing to apply the medicine without saying a word.
Sheng Yan asked unwillingly, "Don't you want to know what my real wish is?"
Qin Zigui casually replied, "I'd like to."
Sheng Yan replied, "I won't tell you."
Qin Zigui pressed down on Sheng Yan's head: "..."
This guy is so annoying when he's drunk.
I was so annoyed that I wanted to twist his little head off to see what was inside.
Sheng Yan, however, seemed oblivious to the imminent danger, and continued to hum, "You said we should draw a line and keep our distance, so I'm not telling you. (Image: Dumbledore shaking his head)"
As Sheng Yan spoke, his head began to sway from side to side on its own under Qin Zigui's palm, his expression both arrogant and serious.
Qin Zigui looked at him for three seconds, and finally couldn't help but lower her head and slightly curve her lips.
Like thin ice meeting the warm sun, it suddenly melts away, leaving only the gentle spring water.
Sheng Yan, who had been shaking his head at Dumbledore, suddenly stopped and blinked.
Qin Zigui's smile faded slightly, and he asked gently, "What's wrong?"
Sheng Yan blinked: "You smiled."
Qin Zigui: "?"
Sheng Yan lowered his head dejectedly: "After you started to hate me, you haven't smiled at me for a long time."
Qin Zigui's fingers, which were holding the cotton swab, paused slightly.
Just as he was thinking about how to answer, Sheng Yan suddenly stood up abruptly, his tone very serious: "I need to study."
Even though Qin Zigui knew that Sheng Yan's thought process was unusual, he was still caught off guard.
What does this have to do with anything?
Sheng Yan looked at him with unwavering confidence: "You must think I'm bad at studying and like to fight, that I'm hopeless, which is why you don't want to play with me. Well, I'll study too. If I study well, you won't dislike me anymore."
He was about to grab something when, because of the alcohol, he felt dizzy and lightheaded. He took two steps with his hands and feet moving in unison and then stumbled.
Just as he was about to fall, Qin Zigui quickly caught him and pulled him back onto the bed: "What do you need? I'll get it for you."
"I want a schoolbag, I want to study."
Sheng Yan sat back on the bed, his eyes so sleepy he could barely keep them open, yet he still stubbornly thirsted for knowledge.
It's alright; at least he still knows how to study when he's drunk and acting crazy.
Qin Zigui was somewhat relieved and handed the extremely heavy schoolbag to Sheng Yan.
Sheng Yan took it, placed it on his lap, unzipped it, and solemnly opened it.
A power bank, a small Lego set, an iPad, a bottle of iced Coke, three cans of cat food, two bags of wafer biscuits...
The backpack was bulging, but when I turned it over, there was only one book inside.
A thick, yellowed book, as heavy as a brick.
The book cover also had a line of large characters that read: "After obtaining the Wish System, I reached the pinnacle of my life."
Qin Zigui suddenly felt that he had been too hasty in expressing his relief.
Sheng Yan seemed a little surprised by the contents of his backpack. He turned it over, shook it, but couldn't shake out a single piece of paper or pen.
After an awkward three-second pause, he casually picked up the only book, patted it, and said in a serious tone, "This one, this one, um, that one... which one, oh, that one, the one that sends the student council president to a nightclub to be a gigolo, it's really well written, really satisfying."
Sheng Yan's tone was very certain.
Qin Zigui felt that he had not committed such a crime.
Sure enough, the young master was magnanimous: "But I would never send you to be a young master."
Qin Zigui finally felt somewhat relieved: "Tell me your reasons?"
Sheng Yan snorted coldly, his aura astonishing: "Because someone like you could make a lot of money as a gigolo at a nightclub, that won't do. That's not enough. I'm going to send you to feed the pigs! To feed the pigs in the countryside!"
Qin Zigui: "..."
What exactly were his expectations of Sheng Yan?
These heartless drunkards, every single one of them, should be stripped naked, washed, tied to the bed, and left alone to avoid being driven mad.
Qin Zigui, with a cold face, was about to put his idea into action when Sheng Yan, holding the big yellow book, suddenly slumped down, closed his eyes, and remained motionless.
It looks like she suddenly fell asleep instantly.
Qin Zigui reached out to touch his face, but before she could finish, Sheng Yan suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Qin Zigui, and asked out of the blue, "Why don't I have a wish-granting system?"
Qin Zigui: "?"
"He has a wishing system, why don't I?" Sheng Yan seemed aggrieved, patting the big yellow book and pitifully lowering his eyes. "I wished for my wishes to come true last year, and it's been a year, why hasn't it come true yet? It used to be so effective. Is it because Guanyin, like you, doesn't like me anymore?"
Sheng Yan has always had the temperament of a young master, cares about his image, loves to show off, hates pretentious people, and is never short of friends and excitement.
So after Qin Zigui said to keep his distance, Sheng Yan didn't show any sadness except for a few times when he gave her a cold shoulder. Or rather, compared to sadness, he seemed more like a sullen and irritable person who had lost face.
Therefore, Qin Zigui never imagined that Sheng Yan would have such thoughts.
It turns out that even the lovable young master worries about not being liked by others.
At that moment, Qin Zigui suddenly felt that he might have made a mistake in his decision a year ago.
But he thought that would be the best choice.
He looked at Sheng Yan for a while, then rubbed his head and said, "No, Guanyin Goddess likes you very much. It's just that some wishes take a little longer to come true. For example, the wishes you made last year may only come true this year. So just wait a little longer."
Sheng Yan blinked: "Really?"
Qin Zigui nodded: "Yes, really."
Sheng Yan seemed to have been comforted. He lowered his eyelids, rested his chin on the thick book, and asked somewhat hesitantly, "Will my wish from last year to come true still come true?"
Qin Zigui lowered her eyelashes and used her fingertips to wipe away the excess iodine from Sheng Yan's forehead: "Yes, you should get a good night's sleep, and it will be done when you wake up tomorrow."
Will my wish for this year come true?
"Yes, but you have to say it out loud so that Guanyin can hear you and find a way to help you achieve it."
Under the influence of alcohol, Sheng Yan was extremely sleepy, his eyes were glazed over, and his mind was sluggish. After listening to Qin Zigui's answer, he thought slowly for a long time before nodding slowly: "Then listen carefully, Goddess Guanyin. My birthday wish is that Qin Zigui will stop arguing with me. I want to be as good to him as before... for a lifetime..."
His speech slowed down and his voice grew softer. By the time he finished saying the last "okay," Sheng Yan was already holding the thick book, slumped onto the bed, and closed his eyes completely.
Even, gentle breathing began peacefully. The old-fashioned alarm clock on the bedside table, its hour and minute hands pointing to twelve simultaneously, made a solemn "click."
Qin Zigui reached out and smoothed the slightly messy hair on his forehead, his voice low and slow in the night: "Happy birthday, Ayan."
Your wishes will all come true.
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