Chapter 71
"Da Bao, you don't know what a civet cat is?" Xu Yirou hesitated for a moment, her chubby face filled with surprise.
Although Xu Qingyan doesn't have an exaggerated photographic memory, he still remembers everything he knows since he was three years old. He can even vaguely recall people he's only met once in his life.
Xu Qingyan quickly searched his memory and was certain that he had not heard anyone mention the civet cat.
"I don't know her, Mom."
Xu Yirou was so surprised that she forgot to scold him, her eyes wide and round: "Ah, you really, really don't know him?"
Xu Qingyan was momentarily bewildered by his mother's reaction. Should he know her?
“Mom, I think I’ve heard you mention this little friend before, but I’ve forgotten.” Xu Qingyan said, word by word, “Could you tell me more about the civet cat friend?”
Bubble burst out laughing: "Daddy, the civet cat isn't a little kid, it's an adult!"
The adult named Civet Cat doesn't sound like a normal person.
Xu Qingyan lowered her eyes in thought, then shook her head: "I don't know him. Is he famous? Is he a celebrity?"
She knew her daughter fairly well, knowing that she liked watching brainwashing dramas.
“He’s very famous, handsome and gentle!” Bubble Chick nodded vigorously. “Even Mommy likes him.”
“Yes, and he speaks very nicely,” Xu Yirou commented. “It’s just a little pitiful; he likes his brother’s wife, sigh.”
Xu Qingyan: ...What nonsense!
"Dad, you're so old-fashioned! Don't you ever watch TV?"
“Yeah, Da Bao.” Xu Yirou curled her lips in disgust. “It’s hard for us to play with you when you’re like this.”
He Nianzhu added insult to injury: "Big brother, you see? I advised you before to relax occasionally, watch some dramas and play some games. Now you're not only out of touch with us, but you can't even talk to Mom and Bubble anymore."
Xu Qingyan glared at him coldly: "What, you like this person who likes your brother's wife?"
"..."
He Nianzhu touched her cold neck and admitted defeat so quickly it was touching: "Brother, that's not true. How could I possibly like someone so rebellious?"
Even so, after that day, Xu Qingyan changed his usual old-fashioned life. On a quiet night, soft and lingering melodies drifted from his study, which was lit up with light.
If you move closer, you can vaguely hear conversations.
[Your Majesty remembers that he loved it when I wore pink.]
[So delicate and pink, how old are you now?]
Xu Qingyan, behind his computer desk, sneered and gritted his teeth, thinking that if anyone dared to speak to his daughter like that again, he would break their arms and legs.
Unbelievable, unbelievable, a movie with an all-male cast and bald heads actually captivated two young children.
Xu Qingyan began to worry about Xu Yirou and Paopao's aesthetic sense.
*
【Ahhh, I finally see the chubby little ones!】
Will the show air as usual today? Rou Rou looks a little tired; her lips aren't as rosy as they used to be.
"Good morning, Uncle Chen." As soon as the photographer entered, Xu Yirou greeted him warmly as usual, "Have you had breakfast yet?"
Xiao Chen and Xu Yirou were already quite familiar with each other. When they saw the four-year-old girl lying in the hospital bed with red eyes and nose, they knew that she had suffered a lot.
A man from the north insisted on picking it up: "Good morning, Rou Rou! Uncle has already had breakfast. What are you going to do?"
What the hell is going on?
[Hahaha, damn it, take this!]
"I haven't yet." Xu Yirou lowered her head pitifully, her eyelashes trembling. "I just got a shot."
The comments section was immediately filled with sympathy, with viewers wishing they could reach in and hug the poor little guy.
He Nianzhu brought over a tray with a small bowl of shrimp, pumpkin, and millet porridge, a small plate of steamed buns, a cup of soy milk, and sliced strawberries.
"Grandma, breakfast is ready." He Nianzhu opened the small table and set out the breakfast, then bent down and ruffled her hair. "Eat and then sleep a little longer. You didn't get enough rest last night."
Xu Yirou looked up and asked shyly, "Uncle Chen, are you going to pat me while I sleep later?"
Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, and then Chang Yi's voice came through the earpiece: "Tap He Nianzhu and Paopao. If President Xu and President Qiao don't show any aversion, tap them a few more times too."
Following the director's instructions, Xiao Chen replied, "Rourou, don't worry, Uncle will film you again after you've rested."
That's good. Xu Yirou is happy. Erbao said that she snores like a little pig when she sleeps, and she can't let her fans know, or she'll be shy.
Xu Yirou didn't have a good appetite and could only manage to eat three small steamed buns before she couldn't eat anymore. Xu Qingyan helped her to sleep and then quietly withdrew.
The three people in the living room, who were not very familiar with each other, sat awkwardly on opposite sides without Xu Yirou, who was supposed to be the life of the party.
I don't know what to talk about, and I can't broadcast what I could talk about.
The living room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Qiao Wen sat upright with her eyes closed, resting.
Bubble was lying on the sofa playing with stickers from Miracle Nikki. Every time she moved, a colorful sticker would appear on Xu Qingyan's black trousers.
He Nianzhu hadn't slept all night and had dark circles under her eyes. She made herself a cup of coffee.
【Oops, did I get stuck?】
Is my phone broken, or did I accidentally press the mute button? There's no sound!
The rich aroma of coffee filled the air, a bittersweet taste mixed with a hint of sweetness. Xu Qingyan's eyelids twitched slightly, and she said softly, "Nianzhu, you should go and rest too."
When Xu Yirou fell ill, He Nianzhu was constantly taking her to different hospitals and was on edge all night, working much harder than they did.
He Nianzhu paused, holding the coffee cup. His sleepy, narrow phoenix eyes lit up, and he chuckled, "Brother, thank you for filling in with Bubble. I'll treat you to dinner when I wake up."
...
What shift am I covering?
Xu Qingyan: He looks like someone who's missing a meal?
"Brother, you're such a dear brother to me." He Nianzhu made a heart shape with his hands in a sweet and affectionate gesture, then slipped into the bedroom, waving goodbye as he closed the door. "See you later."
The screen was filled with question marks in the comments. Wait, are we, the viewers, really being entrusted to Xu Qingyan like this?! And He Nianzhu, why are you so delicate!
Where did the promised charismatic, arrogant, and domineering persona go?
The man in the picture exudes the aloofness of an old cadre, wearing a black, crisp suit trousers and a perfectly pressed, snow-white shirt covered with all sorts of gaudy stickers.
The man, known as the "flower on a high mountain" and the "cold-faced devil," had a gentle, indulgent smile on his thin lips. His dark eyes, like a deep spring, showed no coldness and reflected the tiny figure of Bubble.
Hmm, it's not impossible.
She's being silly, he's laughing; the domineering CEO and the sweet little girl make for an extremely pleasant scene for the audience!
"Dad, can you not wear clothes?"
Just as she was about to say no, she suddenly remembered that Jiang Yan had taught her to listen to children's thoughts, so Xu Qingyan changed the subject.
Why did the baby suddenly ask this?
Bubble pouted and complained, "Daddy, your clothes are too slippery, the stickers won't stick."
"Look, it falls off with just a touch." She tried poking it, and the seemingly sturdy but actually fragile sticker fluttered off.
Xu Qingyan's high-end suit fabric is cool to the touch, smooth, breathable, and doesn't stick to anything.
"Daddy, please take your clothes off," Bubble pleaded softly. "It'll be over in a minute, okay?"
"Dad can change his clothes." Xu Qingyan composed herself and calmly suggested, "I'll call Assistant Feng."
Upon hearing this, Bubble immediately protested, "Dad, you're confused. Uncle Feng isn't working today, it's the weekend. Let Uncle Feng get a good night's sleep."
Working during the week is tough enough; please give us a break on weekends and refuse to be exploited!!
[Exactly! Having to run errands for the boss on weekends? Please, you capitalists, have some decency!]
"Five times the overtime pay on weekends."
Bubble's eyes widened slowly, and she indignantly criticized, "Dad, how could you insult people with such a small amount of money? This is wrong! I'm going to tell Mom and Grandma!"
"..."
Xu Qingyan: "Don't say that, Dad isn't calling anymore."
[...Seize less? You said seize less? Huh?? Five times?! !!!]
[I've already slapped myself in the face, Mr. Xu, please give me a chance, sob sob.]
[President Xu, look at me! I'm willing to be your slave, I'm willing to sacrifice my life for the company! Look at me!]
[Oh dear, surely no one is unaware that Senming Group's voluntary resignation rate is close to zero, and that Senming pays five times the normal rate for weekend overtime, three times the normal rate for weekday overtime, and an average year-end bonus equivalent to a Mercedes or BMW, right?]
At this moment, Secretary Feng, who had missed out on five times the overtime pay, gently shattered. Actually, he was quite willing to be humiliated by the CEO. TAT
Bubble patted Xu Qingyan's arm, smiling brightly and mischievously: "Okay, Daddy, you know what to do, right?"
Xu Qingyan immediately understood.
Who would have thought that a powerful figure in the business world would be outsmarted by his five-year-old daughter?
Standing at the bottom of the pit, the elderly father, Xu Qingyan, felt both helpless and proud.
Bubble's intelligence gave him a sense of relief that his daughter would definitely not be kidnapped by Huang Mao when she grew up.
"Dad knows."
After Xu Qingyan finished speaking, he quickly took off his shirt, revealing his fair and jade-like skin.
The camera cleverly zoomed in for a close-up, accompanied by enchanting background music, making it incredibly erotic.
With perfectly proportioned broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a slender and upright figure, sexy collarbones that could hold fish, and well-defined, neatly arranged abdominal muscles, he has a captivating physique comparable to a top male model.
Add to that that aloof and cool face, and it's absolutely killer—so alluring!
The netizens, who were treated to a visual feast, were so excited that they were speechless, letting out a series of screams of "Ahhhhh!"
Holy crap! Sister Jiang's food looks amazing! I'm so envious!
[Damn it, how did my creamy skin end up on him? Give it back to me!]
[Mr. Xu's abs are so tight and full! @JiangYan, sis, did you slide down his abs?]
[Didn't anyone notice? This man even thoughtfully did some underarm care. I bestow upon him the title of outstanding graduate of the male virtue class!]
Off-camera, Jiang Yan smiled, her expression bright and cheerful. She didn't want a disobedient man.
As for the slide, a scene she couldn't write about flashed through her mind, and her cheeks gradually burned. She didn't want a man who wasn't capable.
Bubble looked him up and down, then reached out and pinched his father's arm, stroking his chin and nodding in satisfaction: "Dad, now I believe you and Uncle are brothers."
Xu Qingyan's body stiffened slightly, his expression unreadable as he lowered his eyes: "Why?"
Bubble: "Hehe, because my mom told me that birds of a feather flock together, and you and your uncle have the same great figures."
Xu Qingyan smiled faintly.
The father and daughter were having so much fun that they forgot all about it. Xu Qingyan's muscular upper body was covered in colorful stickers, and the heartwarming parent-child time brought a lot of joy to the live stream.
Xu Qingyan's image in the minds of netizens is constantly being refreshed, and the topic of father and daughter accounts for most of the trending searches. Meanwhile, Liang Chenjing, the travel director next door, is cursing and crying in the toilet.
*
A wisp of sandalwood fragrance wafted from the openwork carved window lattice. At the far end of the window, a woman kneeling on a prayer mat, turning prayer beads, slowly opened her eyes, her red lips slightly curved, and murmured softly.
"He looks more and more like his father. No wonder he has half his blood in his body."
The servants standing nearby stared at his toes, not daring to utter a sound.
The noblewoman had gentle features, but her gaze held little warmth: "Is the young master coming back today?"
"Reporting to Madam, the young master said he will be busy for a while longer and will return next month."
The noblewoman's willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slowly, her tone displeased: "This child is becoming more and more unruly. Today is his father's birthday, and instead of coming home, he's out recording some nonsense programs. I really don't know what's wrong with him."
The servant who answered carefully said, "Madam, please don't be angry. The young master is young and inevitably playful. He will definitely settle down once he gets married."
It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it, because the wealthy woman was furious: "He's already twenty-five! Others his age are already in charge of their companies, strategizing and controlling the entire group, but he's still acting like a child, not doing anything productive. They all have the same father..."
The conversation ended abruptly there, and the entire Buddhist hall fell silent.
Only the noblewoman's disordered breathing reached his ears, her gentle face displaying a complex mix of emotions.
They have the same father, so why is his Achuan not even one ten-thousandth as good as him?
That child was clearly abandoned in a remote and underdeveloped place, and even if he was lucky enough to be picked up by someone, he was destined to live a life of poverty and hardship.
But who could have imagined that he would have such good fortune? The little girl who picked him up actually walked out of the mountains and inexplicably got involved with the young master of the He family.
What's wrong with the He family? Why would they allow a wild child of unknown origin to take over their family business? Have they been kicked in the head by a donkey?
How can such a clueless family become the world's richest family, while the Xia family has to be subordinate to them? The blind, thieving God is truly unfair!
"Call the young master and tell him that if he doesn't come back today, he'll be sleeping on the streets and under bridges with him starting tomorrow." The noblewoman finished her instructions angrily and got up.
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