Chapter 73 Soft-hearted Brother

The distance to the Marquis' Mansion was still quite close, and the very tactful little devil would of course not get off the car. He could only snort in a proud and coquettish manner and turned his head towards the window.

Xu Wan said to Zong Wenxiu, who had gained nothing, "Don't take today's events too seriously. The most important thing about hunting is participation. Our goal is to come out and take a break and go for a walk. By the way, if you find it too noisy, let Jincheng take you to the Cuju field next time. It will be quieter there."

Zong Wenxiu was very touched and said sincerely, "Thank you for your comfort, Madam. I am not sad. My brother even hunted a fox for me."

Zong Jincheng snorted at Xu Wan and said, "Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha."

It was he who first suggested playing Cuju, and this woman made it sound as if he took Zong Wenxiu to play just for her.

Xu Wan immediately glanced at him and said, "You are using idioms quite well now."

Zong Jincheng said proudly: "Of course, I will be the first in the future joint entrance examination."

"Oh." Xu Wan rolled her eyes at him and didn't say anything else.

The little devil was just waiting for Xu Wan to praise him, or to comfort him like she did with Zong Wenxiu, for only having caught a little fox during the hunt, but in the end, she waited in vain.

She! Is she only here to comfort Zong Wenxiu?

What about me? What about me, a grown-up?

I am also very sad that I didn’t get the first place in the hunting competition!!

The little devil's gaze at Xu Wan changed from anticipation to anger, and then to madness, but the latter didn't even look at him, and closed her eyes and pretended to sleep again.

Zong Jincheng: “!!” She is so annoying!!

Xu Wan was severely marked in his grudge book again. Until the little devil got out of the car at the door of the house, he snorted loudly again.

Xu Wan: “…” How childish to attract attention.

Zong Wenxiu hesitated and said, "Madam, my brother probably also wants your comfort and praise."

Xu Wan smiled and said, "I know."

It is easiest to guess what a child is thinking, especially the little devil. You can guess what he wants with just your toes.

"Then why... don't you like your brother?" From Zong Wenxiu's perspective, his wife cared a lot about her brother.

No, it’s very, very, very important.

Xu Wan touched his head and said, "That brat has a kind of magic that can make people like him, obey him, and protect him very quickly."

Zong Wenxiu nodded with empathy.

He now loves his brother very much and wants to do everything for him.

Xu Wan added: "But once you give in, he will push further and test your bottom line step by step. This is human nature, it's just that he is more obvious about it."

Zong Wenxiu: "...No, right?"

Xu Wan patted him and said, "Just watch and go home."

After dinner that night, the two brothers went to their class to study without any prior arrangement.

The three personal trainers were on break today, so the two of them were teaching dictation.

The little devil held a pen dipped in colorful ink in his mouth, and would hold it in his mouth after writing for a while. He was lively and active by nature, and not only did he bite the pen tip, but his sitting posture was also messy.

He could never maintain the standard sitting posture for more than a quarter of an hour, and then he would start to twist this way and that. Sometimes he would write on the table with half of his body paralyzed, and sometimes he would ask someone to cover the chair with a quilt before sitting on it.

At this moment, he had someone put a table and a stool behind Zong Wenxiu, and he leaned on his back to write. But he was not honest either. He would bump into him, then move away, and then lean against him again.

Zong Wenxiu could no longer bear it, so he stopped writing and turned around and said, "Jincheng, when you write, don't move your body around."

The little devil was immersed in dictation, his body was in trouble but his mind was still unaware of it.

He exclaimed and turned his head, only to see his brother's brows were furrowed.

The little devil was confused and asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Zong Wenxiu: “…”

He didn't expect that he would understand the meaning of his wife's words so quickly.

It was a mistake to agree to do dictation back to back with my brother from the beginning.

Once he gave in to his brother, his unreasonable demands would increase, and they were all wrong. At first, he just thought they were small mistakes and tolerated them, but later those small mistakes spread and became bigger and bigger, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

Zong Wenxiu took a deep breath and taught him in a good-tempered manner: "Stand properly and sit properly. Your messy sitting posture will not only make your handwriting look bad, but it will also be bad for the growth of your spine."

The little devil sat up straight and looked at his spine...he couldn't see it.

He said nonchalantly, "I don't think so. The court doctor often comes to check my body."

Zong Wenxiu: “…”

All right.

He decided to use his trump card: "You disturbed my dictation."

My younger brother just defended him in front of the guard during the day, so he must care about his feelings, so it should work, right?

Unexpectedly, the little devil was stunned for a few seconds and then was very hurt.

The boy's dark eyes flickered slightly, like a pitiful puppy, and he said aggrievedly: "I'm sorry, brother... I can't help it."

"I..." The educational words that Zong Wenxiu wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

Help, who can speak harshly to such a cute brother?

How did Madam train her heart to be as hard as iron?

The little devil was still talking to himself, his tone was soft, like a coquettish cat: "I just want to lean on you to write. It's different from leaning on Shunzi. It's very safe and relaxing."

Zong Wenxiu was hit in the heart by another arrow.

My brother depends on me!

He trusts me more than Shunzi, who has taken care of him for many years!

How did he have the heart to tell his brother that he was disturbing him while he was doing his dictation?

Zong Wenxiu was already reflecting on his decision in his heart.

It must be my fault. How could it be wrong when my brother is so dependent on me?

He is just a child!!

After a while, Zong Wenxiu convinced himself and said, "It's okay, just continue to dictate."

The little devil was ecstatic: "Brother, you are so nice!"

Shunzi: “…”

I told you that Master Xiu simply couldn't handle it.

From the moment he promised to be nice to the little devil, he was destined to be manipulated by the little devil at any time and anywhere, intentionally or unintentionally.

Not a match at all.

In the following time, Zong Wenxiu was still disturbed and miserable, but as long as he thought about opening his mouth to stop his brother, he would be very sad, so he swallowed his words again.

This round: The soft-hearted brother makes his younger brother fail.

It was not until the next day in class that Xu Wan discovered their abnormal sitting posture and strictly prohibited it:

"The teacher is giving a lecture, how can you look like with your back to him? Si Yan, move it back. If you dare to move the table again, I will have people weld your table and chairs in place so that you can't move at all!"

Zong Wenxiu thought to himself that it still depends on the iron-blooded hand of his wife, as only she can control her brother.

The little devil howled in dissatisfaction: "This is exploitation! This is tyranny! I want to protest!!"

Xu Wan could still hear his voice even with her ears plugged.