Chapter 259 (Second Update)
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After speaking with Feng's mother, Ye Qingxi thought that since Feng's parents rarely came back, she, as an outsider, should not bother them.
He said politely, "Great-Grandpa, I've been out for a while now, and Dad must be missing me, so I have to go back now."
Phoenix's parents: ? ? ? They're leaving already? Aren't you going to chat with them a little longer?
"Then your great-grandfather will give it to you," said Grandpa Feng.
"No need, Uncle Zhuo will take me. Now that your aunt and uncle are back, Great-Grandpa, you can talk to them more."
Grandpa Feng looked disgusted. "What do I have to say to them?"
Father: ...Shall we go?
"But Xiaoxi, you call me Great-Grandpa, why are you calling them Uncle and Aunt? This messes up the generations. You should call them Grandpa and Grandma!"
Feng's father almost coughed up a sound. This... he was going to be called grandpa so soon?
He wasn't mentally prepared yet.
Ye Qingxi thought to herself, of course it's because Feng's parents aren't familiar with him, and they probably don't even know that he knows Feng Que, so they call him Uncle Feng Que. If I come up to them and call them Grandpa and Grandma right away, and they look so young, like handsome middle-aged men and beautiful women, they might be unhappy and feel offended.
There's never a problem with calling someone younger.
In previous years, it wasn't good to shout for too long.
Like now, he can say, "Oh, I forgot."
Ye Qingxi pretended to be embarrassed, "Uncle and Aunt look so young and good-looking. They are not like the grandparents on TV at all. I thought they were uncle and aunt."
Feng's mother laughed again, thinking that he really knew how to talk.
"Now you know," said Old Master Feng.
Ye Qingxi nodded and smiled, "Hello Grandpa and Grandma, my name is Ye Qingxi, and I'm six years old!"
"Hello," Mother Feng said with a smile.
Feng's father also said, "Thank you for coming to keep your great-grandfather company."
"You're welcome~" Ye Qingxi said with a smile, "I should thank my great-grandfather for treating me to dinner and letting me play with Aristotle."
"If you like it, you can come often in the future," said Grandpa Feng.
Ye Qingxi smiled and said, "Great! Then I can play with Aristotle often!"
The group chatted and laughed for a while, and then Feng's parents gave Ye Qingxi some of the local specialties they had brought back from abroad.
Ye Qingxi then bid them farewell and got into the car with Grandpa Feng.
"Great-grandfather, you really gave it to me?" Ye Qingxi asked in surprise.
"Of course it's true?" Old Master Feng sat down next to him, smiling as he looked at him.
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingxi smiled faintly.
He thought that since Grandpa Feng's son and daughter-in-law had returned, he would make the most of his time to spend with them.
Unexpectedly, he would personally deliver it to me.
It seems that he really does like me.
Thinking of this, Ye Qingxi couldn't help but feel happy.
Hopefully, Uncle Feng and his parents can spend more time with their elderly parents in the future.
Grandpa Feng escorted Ye Qingxi all the way to the hotel and then had Xiao Zhu help him carry his things to his hotel room.
Seeing that no one was inside, he asked with concern, "Where's your father?"
“My dad is still filming. I just told him I was coming back, but he can’t leave, so I asked Uncle Zeng to come and keep me company. He should be here soon.”
"Uncle Zeng?"
"That's my dad's agent, Great-Grandpa, you've met him before, the uncle who accompanied me to the toilet."
"Oh," Old Master Feng remembered.
He was worried that it wouldn't be safe for Ye Qingxi to be alone in the room, and he was also afraid that she was young and would be scared to be alone, so he didn't rush to leave.
Instead, she said, "I just remembered, I have videos of Aristotle as a child on my phone. Do you want to see them? They're so cute!"
“Okay,” Ye Qingxi said curiously.
Grandpa Feng took out his phone and quickly found the video he had recorded.
In the video, Aristotle is still a puppy, lying lazily on the lawn, playing with a small yellow ball.
"So cute," Ye Qingxi said.
Seeing that he liked it, Grandpa Feng found other videos of Aristotle when he was a child.
Ye Qingxi looked at the thumbnail on his phone screen and suddenly saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
It's familiar because of its small size; it looks like a miniature, cute version of Feng Que.
The reason he seemed unfamiliar was because he was so small and adorable; he was clearly a cub.
"Is this Uncle Feng?" Ye Qingxi asked, pointing to the thumbnail in the video.
Grandpa Feng laughed. "It's him."
"Great-grandfather, you're Uncle Feng's grandfather?" Ye Qingxi asked knowingly.
"Didn't your father tell you?" Grandpa Feng asked.
“My dad said you’re an investor, someone who puts money into the movie.”
Grandpa Feng laughed heartily, thinking to himself that Mu Shaowu really went to great lengths to prevent Ye Qingxi from discovering his relationship with Feng Que beyond that of director and actor.
That's true. If he's just Feng Que's grandfather, why would Mu Shaowu, the movie's lead actor, need to have dinner with him?
But if he were an investor, it would be a different story.
Grandpa Feng didn't expose Mu Shaowu, he just said, "Now you know."
Ye Qingxi nodded, "I knew it! Great-Grandpa, you look a bit like Uncle Feng."
"Grandpa looks a bit like Uncle Feng. They both have beautiful eyes, and they both have a greenish tint."
"That's because your great-grandmother was a foreigner, and her eyes were a beautiful, lake-green color. So your grandfather and Uncle Feng inherited her eyes."
When Mr. Feng spoke of his deceased wife, he couldn't help but feel nostalgic.
Fearing he would be saddened, Ye Qingxi quickly said, "Great-Grandpa, may I watch Uncle Feng's video?"
"Sure." Old Master Feng's thoughts were instantly pulled back.
He opened the video, and Ye Qingxi saw Xiao Fengque, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and overalls, kicking a ball on the grass. He was having a great time, and the black and white ball rolled around under his feet.
Suddenly, he turned his head, his fair little face broke into a smile, and his clear eyes shone with the light of summer. "Grandpa, watch the game!"
After saying that, Xiao Fengque kicked the ball away.
The video ends here.
Ye Qingxi never expected that the animated Little Phoenix would be even cuter than the thumbnail!
Looking at the video of the fair-skinned, stylish, and doll-like little boy, he found it hard to imagine that he would grow up to be no longer the cute and pretty type, but a handsome and extraordinary young man.
That's really surprising.
"Great-Grandpa, could you send me a copy of this video?" Ye Qingxi asked him.
He wanted to show it to his father, who would surely be very surprised.
"Sure," Old Master Feng said without hesitation.
He quickly sent the video to Ye Qingxi.
Ye Qingxi nodded and watched it again, then heard Xiao Fengque's grandmother's voice again, "Grandpa, watch the game!"
He couldn't help but laugh.
Ye Qingxi thought that Grandpa Feng must love his grandson very much, which is why he played with Feng Que when he was young and has kept this video for so many years.
He was such a good grandfather, just like his own grandfather.
They all love their grandson very much.
It took more than ten minutes to finally reach Ye Qingxi's hotel room.
Seeing that Grandpa Feng was there, he nodded politely and said, "Hello."
"Since you're here, we'll be leaving now."
Grandpa Feng stood up. "Xiao Xi, your great-grandfather is leaving now. If you want to play with Aristotle in the future, just call your great-grandfather anytime."
"Okay," Ye Qingxi replied.
Grandpa Feng then led Xiao Zhuo towards the door.
Zeng Chong breathed a sigh of relief after seeing him leave and asked Ye Qingxi, "Did you have fun tonight?"
Ye Qingxi nodded, and generously shared some of the local specialties that his parents had given him with Zeng Chong, saying, "Uncle Zeng, please have some."
"I won't eat it; you and your dad can have it."
"When will my dad finish filming?" Ye Qingxi asked.
"It'll take about an hour and a half. You can watch TV for a while first."
As Zeng Chong spoke, he turned on the TV for him.
Ye Qingxi then chose to watch a slice-of-life drama.
Zeng Chong: ? ? ?
No, at your age, you watch slice-of-life dramas instead of cartoons?
Is this appropriate?
"Of course it's suitable," Ye Qingxi thought to himself. He doesn't watch slice-of-life dramas. What can he use to fool him when he comes up with concepts and solutions that are beyond his age?
Is it a cartoon for kids?
So, in order to pay for his own entertainment, he can only watch slice-of-life dramas, urban dramas, and even some melodramatic soap operas about the wealthy.
Fortunately, Ye Qingxi doesn't dislike these dramas; in fact, she sometimes watches them with great interest and even searches for related posts online.
After watching two episodes, Mu Shaowu returned.
When Zeng Chong saw him return, he said a few words to him, then said goodbye to Ye Qingxi and left.
"Is the steak good?" Mu Shaowu asked Ye Qingxi as he sat down next to her.
Ye Qingxi nodded.
"Not only was the steak delicious, but Grandpa Feng also has a Samoyed, which is super cute. I even played frisbee with it."
"Really? Even cuter than your cotton candy?"
"Of course my cotton candy is cuter," Ye Qingxi said, showing favoritism.
He opened his smartwatch and showed Mu Shaowu a picture of Aristotle, saying, "His name is Aristotle."
"Good heavens," Mu Shaowu exclaimed, "Can this name really live up to its name?"
"It's so big, it should be able to hold its weight," Ye Qingxi said with a smile.
Mu Shaowu patted his head. "If you like, Daddy will buy you a puppy too, then you'll have both a cat and a dog!"
Ye Qingxi shook her head. "My great-grandfather also said he would give me a puppy, but I refused. I'm still young and don't have time to walk a dog or take good care of it, so I want to wait until I grow up before I get a puppy."
“Okay.” Mu Shaowu always supported his ideas. “But if you ever want to get a puppy again, just tell Dad, and Dad can arrange for someone to walk the dog for you. That way, you can just play with the puppy.”
"I don't want to," Ye Qingxi said. "My dog should be walked by me. If someone else walks it, I won't know which friends my dog has outside, which friend it likes the most, or what that dog looks like. Then I won't be a qualified dog owner."
Upon hearing this, Mu Shaowu felt that his son was just a very responsible child with his own thoughts.
He quickly examined himself: he knew who Ye Qingxi's good friends were outside, and his best friends were their Little F4 group, and he knew what they looked like very well.
Very well, he's barely a qualified father.
"Okay, we'll listen to our future puppy owner," Mu Shaowu chimed in.
Ye Qingxi couldn't help but laugh.
He turned to look at Mu Shaowu, his eyes crinkling with a smile, "Dad, I have something good to show you~"
"What good stuff?"
"A particularly adorable child~"
"Isn't that you?" Mu Shaowu cupped his son's little face in his hands. "The cutest child in the world is sitting right in front of me~"
Ye Qingxi felt a little embarrassed by what he said.
"It's a different kind of cuteness from mine~"
"So, baby, you also think you're cute, right?" Mu Shaowu teased him.
Ye Qingxi, enraged and embarrassed, shouted: "Dad, are you still going to watch or not?!"
"Look, look," Mu Shaowu quickly coaxed his baby, "Daddy will look now."
Ye Qingxi raised her wrist and opened the video she had received from Grandpa Feng.
Looking at the stylish and adorable child in the video, Mu Shaowu exclaimed in surprise, "Phoenix... Phoenix Palace?!"
Ye Qingxi nodded, "Isn't it cute?!"
"Uncle Feng can be so cute sometimes!"
Mu Shaowu: ...Indeed, it's hard to believe, Feng Que, you can be this cute?
How did you go from being pretty and cute to being 1.89 meters tall and clearly a dominant one?
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