Chapter 1 Kid, do you want some palm-flavored ice cream...?
Ji Zhi Qiu suddenly felt like crying.
One second he was dreaming about a wonderful life with his bunkmate, and the next he was five years in the future, a tired and boring middle-aged man.
What an incredibly unlucky guy he is!
To make matters worse, he also discovered that he was living inside a book.
Based on the timeline, the male protagonist in the book is currently just a tiny embryo. His three eldest sons will grow into formidable enemies, that is, the villains in the book. The old father will not only be humiliated and abused by his three eldest sons, but will also be drawn into the vortex of struggle and suffer a tragic death.
However, in the original book, he was not a good person either. He was biased and selfish, and it was because of him that his three eldest sons became villains with twisted personalities.
During the years of amnesia, everything has been developing according to the original plot of the book. The mistake has been made and cannot be undone. After realizing this, Ji Zhi Qiu's face became even more unsightly, and he was so anxious that he kept shaking his leg.
He still has so much wonderful time ahead of him, time to enjoy himself and have fun. He absolutely cannot end up like this!
He must raise his three eldest sons well, ensuring they become upright and morally sound young people of the new era, while also avoiding important plot points to prevent them from encountering the male protagonist and becoming the main villains in the book.
These things are not simple to talk about, nor are they simple to do. Ji Zhi Qiu's eyes became serious, and he subconsciously looked around. Finally, he found what he wanted, hurriedly stood up, and strode forward.
"..."
When he came to his senses again, he stared blankly at the ice cream in his hand, suddenly wanting to sigh and rub his forehead, looking utterly miserable.
He's really impressed with himself. Whenever there's something important and urgent, he unconsciously does something completely unrelated, just like a circuit breaker.
Is now the time for ice cream?
Well, I've already taken it, so I'll eat something to calm my nerves first.
Hehe, it's so delicious and satisfying.
Ji Zhi Qiu lay on the sofa with a bitter and resentful expression, but this did not stop him from quickly sucking on his ice cream. The sweet taste on his tongue seemed to heal him.
After finishing his meal, he calmed down considerably and stood up to walk towards his study.
But just as he reached the door and before he could even raise his hand, the study door suddenly opened a crack from the inside.
A little boy, only knee-high, peeked out from the doorway.
The little boy seemed to have just woken up; his soft hair was messy, with a few strands sticking up, and his soft face had red marks from sleeping on it. There was also a suspicious water stain at the corner of his mouth.
Wearing bunny pajamas, the hem of which covered her bottom, her two radish-like short legs looked even shorter. Her chubby body made her look almost exactly like the cute five-headed toddlers in cartoons.
Ji Zhi Qiu stood there, stunned, her eyes wide open.
Although he had anticipated this, he was only now truly experiencing it:
Oh my god, he's still just a child!
How did they end up letting him raise a child?!
Ji Zhi Qiu's mind was in complete chaos. She stared at the child for a few seconds, and then her facial muscles twitched uncontrollably as she managed to force a smile.
He habitually used a high-pitched voice and half-squatted down, "Little friend..."
The adorable little one, who was just rubbing his eyes and looking at him with a blank and confused expression, suddenly tilted his head back and started wailing at the top of his lungs, "Waaaaah, I hate you, bad daddy!"
Ji Zhi Qiu: "..."
The sound was extremely penetrating. Ji Zhi Qiu, who was close to it, felt a dull pain in his eardrums and his veins throbbing in his temples.
It's like the birth of a demon child!
He straightened up again, looking at the crying child with a complicated expression, unsure of what to do in such a moment due to his lack of experience.
Ji Yanyan continued to cry and fuss, but not a single tear came out. He seemed to be blaming Ji Zhi Qiu for not coming to comfort him. He rolled onto the ground like a crab that had been turned over, his limbs twitching and kicking incessantly, while his mouth kept running, "That's my Bingbing, you can't eat it!"
Ji Zhi Qiu frowned deeply.
Little brat, that's what your old man bought. Even if you eat one, or even if you take the whole fridge, you can't say a word against it!
He looked at the unruly child throwing a tantrum and felt a headache coming on. He said dismissively, "There's plenty in the fridge. I'll give you a small bite if you get up."
The brat, however, went too far and, taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, punched him in the stomach, trying to make him vomit: "Give it back to me, it's all mine, mine!!"
This may have been unintentional, but the fact that a three-year-old child could harbor such malice is chilling to contemplate.
Ji Zhi Qiu's face grew colder and colder, his eyes changing several times. A few seconds later, he squatted down and suddenly changed his expression, smiling as he looked at the crying child. His features were so beautiful and deceptive that they could even be described as gentle.
The mischievous child thought Ji Zhi Qiu was coming to coax him, and his nose twitched up. Just as he was about to feel smug, he saw Ji Zhi Qiu raise his hand high.
"Little friend, would you like some ice cream that tastes like a palm?"
The brat: "???"
The three-year-old's brain wasn't quite working. He blinked blankly, forgetting all about crying: "What's a palm-flavored ice cream? I've never had one before."
“It’s delicious,” Ji Zhi Qiu’s smile vanished, her eyes turned stern, and her voice dropped. She grabbed the little chubby boy by the collar with lightning speed and effortlessly lifted him up.
The little boy suddenly lost his balance, his two short arms flapping wildly, and he was about to scream when Ji Zhi Qiu stopped him with just one finger.
Ji Zhi Qiu pointed at his nose, her tone stern, "I'll let you taste the ice cream that tastes like a slap right now. Stand up straight, stick your butt out, or I'll make you do it!"
The brat was completely dumbfounded, staring at Ji Zhi Qiu without saying a word. His big eyes no longer held any fearlessness, but instead showed a hint of fear.
Behind every naughty child is a naughty parent.
He used to spoil his child rotten, giving in to every whim. Whenever the child cried or made a fuss, he would apologize and coax him in a humble manner. Over time, the child became so spoiled that he had long forgotten what he was afraid of.
Now, Ji Zhi Qiu was acting out of character, revealing a stern expression. A three-year-old child has no tricks or strength; his confidence comes from his parents' indulgence. This small change in his demeanor intimidated him.
But a brat is a brat after all. Even when scared, you still have to go against him, pouting and shouting, "No way!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Ji Zhi Qiu pulled down the naughty child's pants.
He had originally intended to save face for the brat, and if he obediently posed, the kid would only get a couple of slaps through his pants. But now that the kid was being so shameless, he decided not to hold back.
Ji Zhi Qiu immediately struck him.
As the little emperor of the family, the naughty child is pampered in every way, and is so chubby that his skin is delicate and his little bottom is very soft. When he is slapped, it ripples like water.
Ji Zhi Qiu felt a little itchy and secretly pinched the little butt. It felt really good, like squeezing a bouncy jelly. To cover up this indecent action, he could only slap it again.
The child felt a pain in his bottom, as if he were being choked, and stopped crying. He froze, forgetting to even blink.
Ji Zhi Qiu withdrew his hand, quite satisfied with the result.
He doesn't advocate for physical punishment, but special circumstances require special treatment. In such situations, a couple of slaps are much more effective than verbal reprimands; only by truly feeling the pain will one leave a lasting impression.
Moreover, those two slaps weren't forceful; her buttocks were completely white, without even a red mark.
Ji Zhi Qiu felt extremely generous; if the child wanted ice cream, she would give him two, albeit palm-flavored ones. She asked sarcastically, "Do you like them?"
Ji Yanyan shrank back, her watery eyes blinking: "No, I don't like it."
"Do you still want to eat?"
Ji Yanyan shook her head like a rattle drum, her chubby little body shrinking back.
"Education should be struck while the iron is hot," Ji Zhi Qiu said, arms crossed, looking down at the unruly child with an icy expression. "We are a family. Good things should be shared. They don't belong to you alone, and the more you cause trouble, the more you get. Do you understand?"
The mischievous child used to disregard Ji Zhi Qiu, and throwing tantrums was the way the father and son interacted. Hearing this, he pouted and subconsciously wanted to retort, but seeing Ji Zhi Qiu's cold and serious expression, he instinctively felt fear and quickly shut his mouth.
His tender little face slowly filled with grievance. He bit his lower lip, not daring to make a sound, and his round eyes filled with tears.
The child was so adorable; that little expression almost made Ji Zhi Qiu succumb. He coughed lightly and deliberately lowered his voice, "Speak!"
"I...I won't do it again," Ji Yanyan said softly, her lips trembling and her voice trembling with tears.
Ji Zhi Qiu nodded, generously indicating that she would no longer hold it against him: "Alright, put your pants back on."
Ji Yanyan squatted down, grabbed her chubby little hands, and clumsily pulled up her pants.
With his small head, he didn't know how to describe his feelings at that moment. After pulling up his pants, he looked up at a 45-degree angle, sniffed, and his eyes were filled with tears, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.
He wanted to glare at Ji Zhi Qiu, but he succumbed to his tyranny and could only timidly withdraw his gaze, his head drooping, his expression aggrieved, his hands clenched into small fists, and his lips pressed into a line.
Ji Zhi Qiu looked at his awkward little expression and raised an eyebrow with amusement.
His third son was a brat when he was young, became a school bully after starting school, and grew up to be a domineering CEO who would seize and plunder, but his character is ultimately that of a domineering protagonist.
In this situation, the program is usually triggered automatically:
With piercing eyes and a hatred for evil, he raised his fist, straightened his neck, and uttered the profound saying: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; never underestimate a young man's potential!"
Unfortunately, Ji Yanyan is only three years old this year. He suffered from a lack of education; after hesitating for a long time, he could only raise his head, his chubby, fair face looking at Ji Zhiqi with teary eyes, and say something harsh in his childish voice:
"Daddy's naughty, I'm not talking to you anymore!"
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