Chapter 84
"You're dreaming!"
He Nianzhu squeezed out five powerful words through gritted teeth, his gaze so sharp it seemed it could turn into a blade and fly towards Xia Chuan.
Xia Chuan looked at him with disdain and uttered two words: "Vulgar."
He Nianzhu's fist, as big as a sandbag, was clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked, and he gritted his teeth: "I think you're really tired of living."
"What, do you want to fight me?" Xia Chuan sneered provocatively.
Anger was slowly burning away He Nianzhu's reason.
"Nianzhu, don't be impulsive. Take your young mistress away. I have something to say to you." Xu Qingyan's calm and gentle voice came through the small screen of his watch.
He Nianzhu paused for a moment, then immediately realized that the cub's mother was still nearby. He quickly calmed down and said, "I know, brother."
Everything changed in an instant, and Xu Yirou, who was a beat behind, realized what was happening.
Qing Lingling's eyes showed surprise: "Erbao, are you two arguing?"
"No."
"No."
The two men, swords drawn and ready to fight, spoke in a strange unison. He Nianzhu said with disdain, "What kind of person is he? Does he even deserve to argue with me?"
Xia Chuan retorted with a forced smile, "Sorry, I suddenly remembered that you are five years younger than me. If I argue with you, people will think I'm bullying a child."
The two of them exchanged barbs, neither willing to back down.
Xu Yirou looked left and right.
"Shut up, stop arguing!" The precocious child shouted with great momentum, "Look at yourselves, what kind of behavior are you? You're all such big kids, and you still like to argue and bicker."
Xu Yirou, hands on her hips, scolded them one by one: "Erbao, who gave you permission to swear? Have you forgotten everything I taught you?"
He Nianzhu: ...
The mother's cheeks were flushed, and her round little chest heaved with anger as she strongly condemned her son's behavior.
He Nianzhu dared not act recklessly again. The tall man, over 1.8 meters tall, lowered his head in grievance: "Grandma, he's bullying me too much. I'm not even allowed to fight back."
"Hey, you dare talk back?" Xu Yirou poked him angrily. "If he bullies you, you can beat him up. Why do you have to use foul language? It doesn't sound nice!"
Everyone: ...Huh??
So, is it possible that such a tiny baby advocates using physical force instead of making noise?
He Nianzhu explained weakly, "I didn't fight him because I was afraid of scaring you."
"Don't give me that!" Xu Yirou said indignantly. "Didn't you get into plenty of fights with other kids when you were little? I was always the one cleaning up your messes. Do you think I'd be scared?"
"...Can that be the same as now?"
He's a 240-month-old baby now, not 20 or 30 months old.
Xu Yirou ignored Erbao's excuses and stomped her foot: "I don't care, you go back and reflect on your actions, write a two-thousand-word self-criticism, do you hear me?"
The arrogant and mischievous little devil: "Okay, okay, I understand, little auntie."
Before being scolded: Hehehe.
After being scolded: No, I don't laugh.
"And you too!"
"Little Mountain's brother, don't think I don't understand. You deliberately provoked my second child. Although your million-pound meat is very popular, your behavior is not."
Xu Yirou hadn't forgotten about another 'brat,' Xia Chuan, and she lectured him with her cherry-like lips agape.
"Whether you're a child or an adult, you should love and care for each other. It's not that your teachers didn't teach you that; it's that you've forgotten because you're naughty and playful."
The little dumpling's chubby cheeks jiggled as she spoke slowly but with a particularly warm quality: "But I can teach you again, you know. Even big kids who are naughty and make mistakes should be forgiven, right?"
Xia Chuan was stunned.
Xu Yirou tugged at his trouser leg: "Dashan, squat down."
Xia Chuan frowned and stared down at him.
Xia Xiaoshan stood protectively beside Xu Yirou, nervously guarding against his older brother.
Xia Chuan gave a flippant smirk, placed his large hand on his younger brother's head, twisted it, and squatted down.
He wanted to see what this little brat was up to.
With a snap, his carefree, handsome face froze, and his casually narrowed eyes widened abruptly, inexplicably turning him into a silly, innocent fool.
My cheek was being caressed by a soft, small, and warm hand.
"Okay, don't be nervous, I won't criticize you anymore~"
The little girl's eyes curved like the moon, and although her face was still very childlike, Xia Chuan felt a sense of tolerance and gentleness that did not belong to her age.
Xu Yirou said softly, "I know. You and Erbao are both good kids. You're just competing with each other and throwing tantrums. It's okay, I understand."
Xia Chuan, who had never been so intimate with anyone before, forgot to react and let Xu Yirou coax him like a cub.
Meanwhile, the son standing next to him had bloodshot eyes, screaming, "No way!"
Damn it, stop it! Don't touch my mom's hand with your stinky face!
The little figure on He Nianzhu's head was so angry that she almost tore her handkerchief to shreds.
"Little Miss!" No, she couldn't stand it any longer. He Nianzhu took a deep breath. "Don't touch him, you'll get your hands dirty. Come here."
Xia Chuan suddenly snapped to attention, his venomous, sinister eyes fixed on the audacious little girl.
Apart from Xu Yirou, the others keenly sensed the danger; Xia Chuan was definitely on the verge of exploding in anger.
He Nianzhu acted decisively to save the emperor.
The next second—
"My name is not Dashan, my name is Xiachuan."
“Little one, I think you’re more fun than Xiaoshan, you’re quite interesting. Don’t be He Nianzhu’s aunt anymore, be my little sister.”
"Your brother will spoil you rotten."
Xia Chuan gently turned his head to avoid Xu Yirou's small hand, his voice neither warm nor cold, without a trace of annoyance.
Younger brother Xia Xiaoshan: ? ? ?
It cracked on the spot.
He Nianzhu: !! What a shameless brat! Who does he call his brother? Who does he call his sister? That's his mother!
Before he could even hurl insults, the girl turned her head haughtily and refused in a crisp voice: "I don't want to. I won't be your sister. Forget about it."
"Why?" Xia Chuan coaxed patiently, "Brother can spoil you like a little princess, let you live in a castle, and have new clothes to wear and new toys to play with every day."
"I've always been the princess of my family."
Xu Yirou, who had long been spoiled by her three children, was not tempted at all, and her eyes were so firm that she seemed to want to join the Party.
With her chubby little mouth, she said, "I have so many new clothes that I can't wear them all, and so many toys that I can't play with them all. The castle isn't as comfortable as home. It's better for me to be the queen at home than to be your little sister."
The cub's disdainful look left Xia Chuan speechless.
In terms of financial resources, the Xia family is far inferior to the He family.
Troublesome.
When his attempts to coax and entice failed, Xia Chuan's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.
With her upturned lips, He Nianzhu held Xu Yirou's hand smugly: "Trying to steal my little auntie? What a scoundrel..."
The mother cub glared at her.
He Nianzhu quickly shut her mouth, saying angrily, "Wait until your next life!"
After saying that, he hooked his long arm around Xu Yirou and pulled her into his arms with one hand. He snorted smugly and left without looking back.
This is that person's younger brother. He's not much of a good guy; a coward.
Xia Chuan watched them disappear into the direction their gaze lingered until he turned to the chestnut-colored curly-haired boy beside him.
He bent down, pinched the little foreign boy's face, looked him over from side to side, and sighed, "The old saying is true, other people's children are always better."
Xia Xiaoshan: "...Brother, I understand Chinese."
"Yeah, I know." Xia Chuan patted the dust off his hands. "Otherwise, did you think I was talking to thin air?"
Xia Xiaoshan: "..."
*
The conflict between the two sides started inexplicably and ended in a daze, leaving the staff on both sides relieved.
Although the essence of humanity is to enjoy gossip, when that gossip affects innocent working people, it becomes a rotten gossip that can choke someone to death, and should be resolutely rejected.
He Nianzhu carried the baby in one arm and walked briskly, his energy so high that people almost forgot he had been exhausted.
Xu Yirou wrapped her arms around her son's neck: "Second baby, aren't you feeling unwell? How do you still have the strength to hug me?"
It would have been better if we hadn't mentioned it, because the moment we did, He Nianzhu's delicate and frail demeanor came through.
"Little Miss, I can't go on." His hands began to tremble and go weak, and he blurted out, "It's so heavy."
Wen Tao acted swiftly and helped him up.
Xu Yirou reacted as if she had heard something incredible, her whole body bristling: "Erbao, who are you saying is heavy? Do you think I'm fat?"
He Nianzhu's survival instinct was at its peak, and she shook her head frantically.
"No, I didn't say that." He turned to look at Wen Tao. "Brother Wen, did you hear me say 'sinking'?"
The cub's sharp gaze locked onto Wen Tao.
Wen Tao's lips twitched, and he shook his head readily, "No, I didn't hear anything."
"See, Grandma, I didn't say anything." He Nianzhu raised a charming and confident smile. "You misheard."
The two worked together seamlessly, and Xu Yirou blinked blankly before accepting the explanation.
The mother and son continued laughing and joking, while Xu Qingyan, who had been forgotten by Daming Lake, could no longer bear it and asked in a low voice, "Little Miss, Nianzhu, may I speak now?"
The three of them were startled at the same time, and He Nianzhu exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, big brother, you're still here."
"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, I will be here for the next fifty years."
He Nianzhu smiled awkwardly: "Ah, is that so... Well then, brother, I wish you a long and healthy life."
Xu Qingyan: "Thank you, you too."
Wen Tao: "".
Is it alright for you brothers to be so fake and polite?
Xu Yirou felt a pang of pain when she saw the call duration: "Dabao, didn't you say something to Erbao? Hurry up and say it, I'm almost out of phone credit."
He Nianzhu burst out laughing and blurted out, "Didn't you just earn a million? You're a millionaire now, why are you still so stingy?"
Wealth should not be flaunted! Erbao actually revealed her status as a millionaire in front of others. What an annoying little rascal!
Xu Yirou angrily slapped her bottom: "Erbao, you need to add another 500 words to your self-criticism."
A bolt from the blue struck.
He Nianzhu jumped three feet high, her buttock muscles taut, and her scream soaring into the sky was almost split: "What, another five hundred? That's two thousand five words?!"
"Grandma, just kill me already! Give me a quick death!"
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