Chapter 90
As soon as the words were spoken, the little ones fell silent and their eyes immediately turned to look at them.
Xia Xiaoshan's ears turned bright red as if a shameful secret had been discovered, and she hurriedly shook her head in denial, saying, "I didn't, I didn't cry."
"He doesn't know how to eat with chopsticks."
With an elegant gesture, Xia Chuan ladled a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Xia Xiaoshan. Her long, slender eyes smiled as she looked at Xu Yirou: "Rourou, could you please teach this clumsy little brother of mine?"
Xu Yirou was surprised: "He can't eat with chopsticks?"
Xia Chuan nodded.
"Then why didn't you give him a spoon?"
Xu Yirou couldn't understand it, and she even felt a little indignant on Xia Xiaoshan's behalf. She puffed out her cheeks and said, "Do you want your little brother to starve to death?"
Xia Chuan choked for a moment, then immediately said, "I'm not giving him a spoon so he can learn to use chopsticks."
The man, who was usually cynical and unconventional, suddenly grew a mouth and, thankfully, learned to explain himself.
"Really?" Xu Yirou looked at her like she was looking at a suspect, narrowing her eyes as she questioned, "You didn't bully the children on purpose?"
For some reason, even though the other person was clearly a four-year-old toddler, Xia Chuan inexplicably felt a sense of pressure from an elder.
If I had to describe it precisely, it would probably be something his mother used to say all the time—
Are you really not faking illness to skip school?
Damn it, how could a little girl have an aura similar to her mother's?
Xia Chuan responded curtly, "No, if you don't want to teach, then forget it."
He Nianzhu glared at him without changing her expression, her anger level increasing by 20. How dare this guy talk to his mother like that? That face of his is just so annoying to look at.
"Who said I'm unwilling? I'd love to teach Xiaoshan!"
Xu Yirou jumped off her seat and ran to Xia Xiaoshan's side, her soft little hand grabbing his fingers: "This is how you hold chopsticks, I'll show you."
"..." Xia Xiaoshan's back stiffened slightly, letting the little girl's delicate, fair hands manipulate him.
"That's it, try picking up some food."
Helping him get the correct chopsticks grip, Xu Yirou's upturned face was full of encouragement.
The little girl's dark pupils seemed to hold a cluster of stars, sparkling with dazzling brilliance, so beautiful that Xia Xiaoshan forgot to breathe.
"Don't just stand there, try it now."
"Um……"
Xia Xiaoshan regained his focus, gripped the chopsticks tightly according to Xu Yirou's corrected posture, and successfully picked up a green bean under the watchful eyes of everyone.
He did it, and Xia Xiaoshan was overjoyed.
Clap clap clap, the applause went from sporadic to uniform.
Xu Yirou: "Xiaoshan is awesome!"
Bubble: "Succulent taught me so well!"
Lanlan watched with longing eyes, and accidentally blurted out her true feelings: "I should have used a spoon... Ah, so great!"
Little Moon smiled sweetly and clapped enthusiastically.
A group of socially awkward babies made the shy foreigner blush and lower his eyes, expressing his gratitude in broken Chinese, barely audible.
Xu Yirou affectionately patted his head, then turned to Xia Chuan and said, "Xiao Shan is not stupid at all. It's just that you don't know how to teach children, and you're lazy. You're bad."
No one had ever dared to disrespect him like this, publicly criticizing him. Xia Chuan, with a stern face, prepared to scare the ignorant young girl beside him.
But as soon as I turned my head, I was met with an adorable, ridiculously funny face.
"Hmph, I'll scare you!"
Xu Yirou, who thought she had made the scariest face, warned fiercely: "If you ever slack off or bully Xiaoshan again, I'll scare you again."
"..."
Xia Chuan: "Does this mean that every time I bully him, you make a face at him?"
"Aww~" The chubby little girl's voice was sweet and mischievous, like a kitten that had just pulled off a prank. "Scared now?"
Xia Chuan narrowed his long, deep eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over Xia Xiaoshan almost imperceptibly, before a faint, enigmatic smile appeared on his face.
"Okay, I understand." He reached out and ruffled Xia Xiaoshan's beautiful hair with his large hand, a forced smile on his face. "I'll take good care of you."
Xia Xiaoshan touched the goosebumps on his arm.
[Run, Xiaoshan!]
Xia Xiaoshan – Danger!
[Hahaha, my chubby baby's funny faces are so deadly! If it were me, I might have sacrificed my little brother a bit too.]
After the meal, the groups were automatically divided: the cubs played in one group, and the adults played in another.
The Qin family home was just an ordinary three-bedroom, one-living-room house. The adults played mahjong in the living room, while the children played in the children's room.
Qin Yu is a singer, although he's not very famous, but he has no shortage of musical instruments and audio equipment at home. Lanlan just got a candy-colored microphone and can't wait to use it to sing a song.
[Little Sloppy, so really sloppy, he's the king of sloppiness, everyone calls him Little Sloppy~]
"My turn! My turn!"
"I'll sing you a 'Shot Song,' and after listening to it, you won't be afraid of shots anymore."
[Ouch, I need a shot! Ouch, it doesn't hurt! Ouch, my legs are trembling!]
[Doctor, be gentle~]
Through a door and a thick wall, the cubs' lively songs and voices echoed clearly.
"Let me tell you a secret: my uncle likes to give injections. Let him give you injections from now on."
"What? Lanlan, your uncle likes injections? Is he a weirdo?"
Qin Yu, the eccentric uncle: ? ? ?
It's one thing for him to be chirping crickets, but isn't it a bit much to be chirping crickets with a microphone in hand?
Xu Yirou: "Lanlan, is your uncle sick? Only when someone is sick do they need an injection."
“He’s not sick. My uncle eats and sleeps well every day and is very healthy. He just likes getting injections, and I don’t know why.” Lanlan shook her head in distress and muttered, “Adults’ minds are so hard to understand.”
"It's not hard to understand."
“That’s called ‘perverted’.” Bubble put her little hands in her pockets and spoke confidently, making it sound very plausible. “Many people become perverted when they grow up, so growing up isn’t necessarily a good thing. Sometimes it’s better to be a child, even though there are many things you can’t eat.”
Lanlan tilted her head: "You mean, my uncle is a pervert?"
“Yes,” Bubble retorted logically, “Then why would he like getting injections?”
What normal person would like that?
Lanlan was stunned.
The five words kept replaying in my mind—"My uncle is a pervert!"
Oh my god.
The cubs' worldviews were shattered, and they looked at each other in bewilderment.
Qin Yu's forehead was covered in sweat. He sprang up from his seat, strode forward, flung open the door, and calmly declared:
"I'm not a pervert, I'm not sick, I just had cosmetic injections!"
"Beauty injection!!"
The comments section was filled with laughter: "[Lanlan doesn't care at all about her uncle's life or death, hahaha.]"
Good heavens! Qin Yu has become the first male celebrity in the entire Chinese entertainment industry to admit to getting cosmetic injections (even though he's a nobody)!
[Hahaha, I'm a fan of Qin Yu's breakdown!]
[Got it. Rather than letting my nephew expose me, I might as well take the initiative myself. At least I can keep my underwear on, haha.]
A room full of cubs: My eyes have been opened! (jpg)
Wow, the adult world is so amazing!
*
In the luxuriously decorated living room, Xu Cheye's round eyes darkened slightly as he turned his face away and stared expressionlessly at Xu Yue, who was smiling like a beautiful flower.
Why haven't you been invited to any variety shows?
Xu Yue: ? ?
"I'm not a celebrity." Xu Yue looked like a dog that had been kicked for no reason, innocent and funny. "Are you going to launch my career?"
Xu Cheye raised his thick eyebrows slightly, his doubt mixed with a hint of disdain: "Are you sure you can do it?"
Feeling offended, Xu Yue exclaimed, "!! You actually asked me if it's okay?"
Honestly, if this brat weren't his uncle, who was a generation above him, he would have kicked him to the pig farm and made him clean the pigsty for a week to temper his arrogance.
That's outrageous.
Xu Cheye said in a flat tone, arrogantly raising his chin: "Oh, you're not good enough."
This completely amused and angered Xu Yue. After all, they had lived together for so long, so controlling his five-year-old uncle was a piece of cake.
"If you want to play with Rou Rou, just say so. Why beat around the bush?"
"You think you've kept it a secret? I figured it out a long time ago. You're always staring at your smartwatch. You used to look down on these things, but now you're eagerly waiting for that girl to call you every day."
"You got anxious because she ignored you, but you were too embarrassed to go out and hang out with her, so you decided to try and get my attention, right?"
Xu Yue opened his mouth and launched into a rapid-fire barrage of words, managing to break the five-year-old boy's composure.
Her delicate features made her face redder than a monkey's bottom, and her wide, innocent eyes, which she pretended to have were deep and aloof, were wide open, showing no trace of her old-fashioned demeanor.
Xu Cheye clenched his fists and said hatefully, "You...you've got guts, you're finished."
The cub, ignited by anger, was unusually lively and vivid. Xu Yue smiled and said, "At least it's starting to look like a child."
Taking advantage of Xu Cheye's brief moment of surprise, he quickly rubbed the little boy's face, which was full of collagen.
The bouncy and soft texture far surpasses any stress-relieving toy!
Xu Yue let out a long, comfortable sigh.
He finally got to pet his uncle!
Xu Cheye raised his hand but missed, his face contorted with anger: "Xu Yue, how dare you! I am your elder!"
Xu Yue wasn't afraid at all. He lay down on the sofa, his long legs casually propped up on the crystal coffee table, looking like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.
"If you weren't my elder, do you think I, the young master of the Xu family, would clean up your mess? Do you think I'd have the time to do that?"
Xu Cheye: "You're talking nonsense. When did I ever tell you to..."
He didn't believe a single punctuation mark his nephew said.
"I knew you wouldn't admit it." Xu Yue chuckled, a malicious smile on his face, as he smoothly pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Luckily, I had the foresight to take a picture of it early."
The next moment, an old photo of a snow-white little dumpling with her bare bottom exposed, being held in the arms of Xu Yue, whose face still looked quite youthful, sitting in front of the bathtub washing her buttocks, was exposed to Xu Cheye's eyes.
!!
? ? ?
Xu Cheye's expression of seeing a ghost could not fully express his devastated state of mind at that moment.
He wiped his face. "Impossible! It must be a fake picture. My nephew photoshopped it!"
Despite his thoughts, the murderous aura emanating from him grew stronger and stronger, so strong that even the audacious Xu Yue could not ignore it.
Xu Cheye's eyes were icy cold: "Since you're so good at taking care of cubs, you must be ready to start a family. I'm just reminding your dad."
"Hey, wait a minute!"
"I'll take you to see the succulents tomorrow!"
Xu Cheye paused, fiddling with his watch, and slowly withdrew his hand: "This is the last time."
*
During lunch break, most of the glaring incandescent lights in the office area on the fifth floor of Xintai Company were turned off, leaving only one or two for illumination.
Normally at this time, most employees would be taking a nap at their desks, but these past two days have been different. The younger employees have been gathering in small groups, chattering away.
The moment Xia Jianming entered, he was somewhat surprised by the scene before him.
"Hello, Chairman."
The employee whose workstation was near the door saw who it was and stood up as if he had springs under his buttocks, becoming stiff from head to toe.
Xia Jianming: "Hmm, you guys don't take a lunch break?"
Fearing that unscrupulous capitalists might think that the employees didn't need a lunch break, the survival-conscious employees quickly replied, "No, no, no, we need to take a lunch break, we'll take it right away!"
Xia Jianming's sharp, aged eyes swept across the room: "What are you looking at?"
"A variety show on Strawberry TV."
The employee is a huge fan of Xu Yirou, and she wants to recommend her favorite succulent to everyone in the world.
He mustered his courage and picked up his phone, both fearful and expectant: "Chairman, would you like to take a look?"
Xia Jianming's eyelids drooped.
The scene showed a group of children and young people arguing and making noise, which was completely unacceptable to him, who valued table manners highly.
Just as I was about to look away, I heard a soft, sweet voice coming from inside.
[Xiaoshan isn't stupid at all; it's you who doesn't know how to teach children, and you're lazy too. You're bad.]
[Hmph, I'll scare you.]
Xia Jianming was taken aback. He might not understand others, but no one understood his son better than him.
The spoiled brat who was so arrogant at home didn't show any impatience after being seriously lectured by the little girl; on the contrary, he seemed quite happy.
There wasn't even a basic attempt to scare them.
Has she changed her personality?
Xia Jianming was baffled. He admitted that the little girl named Rou Rou was indeed cute and charming, but appearance was the least important thing.
Physical appearance will eventually age. Just like he was a handsome rich second-generation when he was young, but later his body was hollowed out by wine and women, leaving only his wealth to look at.
As he grew older, he found himself increasingly unable to keep up with his work, while his only son, Xia Chuan, indulged in pleasure all day long, showing no signs of being a proper heir.
However, a single fragment stirred up a myriad of thoughts in Xia Jianming, causing an unnamed anger to rise within him, and his face darkened to the point of being dripping with gloom.
An employee facing the chairman's stern face: trembling with fear. (Image)
Xia Jianming strode around, the wind howling fiercely.
He originally had two sons, two heirs!
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