Chapter 141 Extra: Wei Rong takes care of the baby
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——Small Theater "Wei Rong's Daily Breakdown with Baby"
When Wei Anlan was just born, he was very well behaved and didn't make any noise. He would only hum when he was hungry or had poop.
The boy's well-behaved appearance won him great praise from his old father Wei Rong.
However, the cute and well-behaved kid began to reveal his true nature as he grew older.
Bang--
The teacup was placed on the table, making a heavy sound, which made little Anlan, who was wearing a scarlet robe embroidered with a qilin, tremble subconsciously.
Wei Rong pinched his brows and looked at the kid who was now five and a half years old. He wanted to take out a bamboo stick and beat his butt until it broke.
"Wei Anlan, tell me what went wrong."
The little boy raised his head. His face perfectly inherited the beauty of both his parents, as delicate as a piece of jade, especially his big eyes which were four times similar to his mother's. Every time he did something wrong, tears welled up in his eyes, and no one could bear to hurt him.
At the beginning, Wei Rong was the same. There was no way, these eyes looked too much like Afu's, making him feel that Afu had had the same eyes when she was a child.
Later, as the cub became more and more noisy, his sympathy for him gradually faded.
Little Anlan pursed her lips, tears welled up in her eyes, and her little hands kept twisting the corners of her clothes.
Yangyang saw the kid being taught a lesson and walked in slowly from outside.
"Meow~" Is the cub in trouble again?
When little Anlan saw Yangyang, he hurriedly and with difficulty hugged Yangyang, trying to use Yangyang's furry body to awaken a little fatherly love.
"An... An Lan is not wrong. It's... it's the Third Prince who's wrong! He didn't let me see his article, so I had to copy it as punishment by the teacher. It's his fault!"
Wei Rong laughed out of anger. If he hadn't known the truth in advance, he would have been fooled by the brat.
"Wei Anlan, are you just looking? You're just robbing people, changing the name to your own, and handing it in. Are you a bandit? Huh?"
When the kid heard his father's questioning, his little mouth pouted so much that a small oil bottle could be hung on it.
Unable to hold back tears, the little boy pulled up Yangyang's furry paws to wipe his tears, saying as he wiped them, "The homework assigned by the teacher is too difficult. An Lan can't do it. Woo woo woo..."
As she spoke, her tears began to flow more and more, and Yangyang felt that her paws were almost wet.
He raised his other paw, signaling the baby to use this one instead.
After hearing the kid's explanation, Wei Rong was about to say that when he was five years old, he could write not only articles but also poems and lyrics, but he chewed up the words and swallowed them down.
Seeing the crying little face covered with tears mixed with cat hair, Wei Rong couldn't bear it. He walked to the kid, squatted down, and looked at him at eye level.
She took out a clean handkerchief, wiped the tears and cat hair off his face, and spoke in a gentle voice.
"An Lan, stealing someone else's article and passing it off as your own is no different from robbery.
If, for example, the homework you copied with great effort was suddenly snatched away by someone else and replaced with his own name, and you were unable to get it back, would you be angry or even upset?
Little Anlan listened to his father's words and nodded. He was indeed angry and uncomfortable.
"Will you still snatch other people's articles after that?"
The kid shook his head.
Seeing this, Wei Rong nodded with satisfaction.
"An Lan won't rob next time. I'll be polite when I take it. If I can't get it, I'll steal it quietly. It's not good to rob openly."
When Wei Rong heard the little brat's words, the gentle expression on his face almost shattered.
Get it politely?
Steal quietly?
Wei Rong: ...
Little boy: (blinking his cute big eyes, looking like he’s waiting for his dad’s praise)
Wei Rong laughed out of anger and finally decided to give this lawless brat a lesson of love.
When Yun Fu returned home, she saw her baby, whose nose was red from crying, rushing towards her with his hands covering his little butt.
"Mother~Mother~wuwuwuwu...Daddy is bad...I'll hit...I'll hit my butt wuwuwuwu..."
Yun Fu struggled to pick up the crying and complaining kid, "Wei Zhaozhao, what have you done wrong again?"
Yun Fu knows this father and son best. They used to be in harmony when they were young, but now they are beaten every few days.
But every time, after hearing what happened, Yun Fu felt that her son was not wronged to be beaten.
He's a total monkey.
He has a harmless face, but everything he does is more troublesome than the last.
This reminded Yun Fu of her childhood, when she was severely punished by her own master.
Yun Fu comforted the boy and let him play with Yangyang, then she found her husband who was practicing calligraphy in the study.
Wei Rong heard the noise, looked up, and saw that it was his wife. He threw the pen in his hand away, walked over quickly, and hugged the woman tightly in his arms.
He put his head on the woman's shoulder and began to complain, "Madam, Wei Anlan wants to make me angry to death and find a new father."
When Yun Fu heard this, the smile in her eyes became more intense, but she still raised her hand to help her husband calm down.
"It's that brat's fault, don't be angry~"
Wei Rong took the woman by the waist and hugged her in his arms, "Madam, you must compensate me, otherwise your anger will not subside."
Yun Fu immediately understood the man's hidden meaning. Her cheek sank, and she quickly raised her hand to stop the man's movements. "The study door is not locked. Zhao Zhao will come looking for it later."
Upon hearing this, Wei Rong raised his voice and gave orders.
"At midnight, send the young master to the Zhu Mansion and hand him over to Prime Minister Zhu."
Yun Fu raised her hand and punched the man in the chest, "Wei Ziyang, your intentions are too obvious."
Wei Rong crushed his wife's words between his lips and teeth.
When little Anlan learned that he could go to his great-grandfather's house, he immediately packed his things happily, and when he left, he held Yangyang in his arms with difficulty.
Yangyang struggled twice and then stopped moving.
Ah Fu's cub, what can Yangyang do? All he can do is pamper him~
When Zhu Moshan saw his great-grandson who was sent to him, he couldn't stop smiling and called him a good boy.
From the day Wei Zhao started talking, his little mouth made everyone around him pout.
With that adorable little face and her cute little actions, she has fooled many people without them realizing it.
When Wei Zhao saw his great-grandfather, he naturally started to act like a spoiled child, then frowned and started to complain.
Zhu Moshan naturally believed whatever his great-grandson said.
The next day, he met Wei Rong on the way to court and scolded him harshly, asking him how he could spank a child.
Wei Rong sneered. He knew that the brat would complain to his great-grandfather.
He immediately told out his fallacies from yesterday in full.
After hearing the whole story, Zhu Moshan fell silent.
This kid is really going a bit too far.
But there is no way, because we are of different generations, I can’t resist my great-grandson’s coquettishness and cuteness.
When Wei Anlan returned to his home from his great-grandfather's house, what awaited him was the "kind" teachings of his amiable father.
The little brat covered his butt and said, "Daddy, please have mercy on Zhao Zhao's butt~"
Wei Rong smiled kindly, "Oh."
Yun Fu was lying under an apricot tree not far away, holding a storybook in her hand. She watched the father and son interacting, and reached out to touch Yangyang who was lying on her belly.
The cat being petted stretched lazily, turned around, and revealed its soft and furry belly.
The breeze blows on your face, making you feel relaxed and comfortable.
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