Two-Faced Husband, Have Some Decency!-Chapter 478 - Daily Lives of the Qi Family · The End
Chapter 478: Daily Lives of the Qi Family · The End
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Little Youning indicated that she was too lazy to clamber up the slide herself.
Thus, Wen Xu picked her up again and placed her on top of the slide with the utmost care. His cautious and gentle behavior made others forget that he was merely eleven years old.
Little Youning cheered joyously as she slid down. She asked Wen Xu to put her on top of the slide again and again; even so, Wen Xu was not the least bit annoyed.
Although he was expressionless, he still fulfilled her every request.
Little Youning stared at Wen Xu with her grape-sized eyes, making the cool and distant Wen Xu quite uncomfortable.
“What’s your name?” asked Little Youning abruptly.
“Wen Xu,” he replied. Despite his voice still being squeaky like that of any child’s, his manner was extremely cold and aloof.
He acted distant yet obedient—this reminded Little Youning of Little Muche. “Are you… Are you willing to be my partner?”
The undercover bodyguards watching from a dark corner stumbled forward when he heard the chubby baby’s request. They were already astonished to see the young master of the house being ordered around by this chubby baby—how dare she ask such an absurd question.
“When I want to beat up someone, you’ll be the one with the bat; when I’m in an argument, you will always back me up; when I want to climb trees, you will be my stepping stool.” Little Youning stared at Wen Xu earnestly with her hands cupping her plump little face. “Are you willing?”
Wen Xu kept his mouth shut for a long while, then finally answered, “I live in T City—I can’t follow you around.”
Little Youning was caught completely off-guard. It was rare to find such a dignified yet obedient young boy—he was a lot more suited for the position than Little Muche.
“But I overheard my family’s conversation the other day. It seems like they plan to transfer me to Jixia Elementary School,” revealed Wen Xu.
Wen Ren planned to have Wen Xu’s Chinese Kungfu master move to B City with him. During the day, the boy was to attend classes in Jixia and practice his Chinese Kungfu when he gets home just as he did in Lanshan Courtyard. On weekends, he was to return home to Lanshan Courtyard.
That was also the reason for Wen Ren and Fang Jiaran’s visit; it was to discuss with the Qi brothers the procedures needed to get Wen Xu enrolled in Jixia Elementary School.
Little Youning’s eyes sparkled. “I’ll go to Jixia Elementary in the future too! You must wait for me! When I start school in Jixia, you must remember to be my partner!”
Wen Xu’s undercover bodyguards all had dark expressions as they stared wide-eyed at their young master’s blank expression. It seemed as though he was seriously considering the chubby baby’s ridiculous request.
That could not happen!
Just as Wen Xu was going to unveil his answer, he saw Ruan Danchen heading toward them to bring Little Youning back for lunch. Ruan Danchen heard from Fang Jiaran that her eldest son, Wen Xu, was also outside. Fang Jiaran even showed her a picture of him. Even so, Ruan Danchen never expected him to be playing with her precious little daughter—he was even holding her in his arms.
In his arms, her daughter was squished into a big fat ball of flesh. She was impressed by the fact that Wen Xu could still move.
“How did you two end up playing together?” inquired Ruan Danchen smilingly. She extended her arms to take Little Youning from his arms. After all, she felt guilty that an eleven-year-old child had to carry the little fatty.
To her surprise, Little Youning completely ignored her extended arms. Instead, she patted Wen Xu’s shoulders and announced, “Mommy, this is my new partner I just recruited!”
“…” Both Ruan Danchen and Wen Xu were utterly speechless.
Nonetheless, Wen Xu did not refute. Silently, he expressed that he had no comments regarding Little Youning’s claim.
On the way home, Little Youning did not ask to be put down. Thus, he carried her all the way home.
Indulged in the comfort of his arms, Little Youning did not feel like walking with her own feet anymore. She pointed her chubby finger at the sofa. “Big Brother Wen Xu, carry me to the sofa.”
“…” Without a word, Wen Xu headed toward the sofa. However, instead of putting her down, he sat down himself and positioned Little Youning on his lap.
Qi Chengzhi was dumbfounded by the fact that Wen Ren—a loud and annoying man—could have a son so distant and reserved.
Wen Xu was different from Chu Zhaoyang—Chu Zhaoyang was merely quiet and expressionless; Wen Xu, on the other hand, gave off an intensely intimidating aura.
Naturally, Qi Chenglin was even more bothered by this. He glared at the boy who had his precious daughter in his arms—disregarding the fact that he was only eleven.
“Ahem!” Qi Chenglin coughed loudly as he eyed Wen Xu with much intensity.
However, Wen Xu did not let go. Qi Chenglin wondered if he truly did not get the hint or was merely acting dumb.
He was not bothered by her heaviness either.
“Ahem, Ningning, come. Let Daddy carry you.” Qi Chenglin extended his arms toward Little Youning with the most tender expression.
Compared to Wen Xu, Little Youning was naturally closer to her own dad. Thus, without hesitation, Little Youning chose Qi Chenglin.
Wen Xu’s expression dulled instantly. He glared at Qi Chenglin as he handed Little Youning over reluctantly. When Qi Chenglin reached to hold her, Wen Xu still did not let go.
Left with no choice, Qi Chenglin clenched his teeth and warned, “Let go.”
Wen Xu blinked repeatedly, then finally let go. His arms felt empty without the chubby baby in them.
Qi Chenglin ground his teeth as he carried his precious daughter away. Finally, he understood Wei Ziqi’s feelings. He even decided to make his son hate Wei Ziqi even more—he could not be the only one suffering.
Only when Song Yu came out of the kitchen to announce that the food was ready did Qi Chenglin put Little Youning down.
“Carry me… Carry me to the dining room.” Little Youning was already too lazy to walk.
Wen Xu’s lips curled up. Just as he was going to pick Little Youning up, Qi Chenglin heard her voice and strode in with wide steps. He scooped Little Youning up instantly and even gave Wen Xu a menacing glare.
Qi Chenglin thought, “Tsk, that eleven-year-old brat. How shameless of him to want to kidnap my precious daughter because of something so small.”
Wen Xu’s lips twitched. The faint smirk he had on vanished instantly.
Fang Jiaran’s attention was fixed on her son the entire time. Her lips curled up excitedly, twitching sporadically.
“What are you doing standing here so suspiciously,” Wen Ren asked as he approached her from behind. His slender fingers landed softly on Fang Jiaran’s skull, gently rubbing her head.
“We’re guests in someone else’s home now—what are you doing?” Fang Jiaran mumbled with a flushed face as she tidied up her slightly disheveled hair.
“Why were you smiling so smugly?” teased Wen Ren in a low voice. Subconsciously, he started smirking wider than her.
Fang Jiaran was too lazy to argue with him. She tugged on his sleeves, beckoning him to lower his head. She whispered, “Xuxu seems to be very fond of Youning.”
“Oh?” Wen Ren raised an eyebrow. He noticed that their son’s attitude toward Qi Chenglin’s daughter was a little unusual, but he did not think Wen Xu liked her to the extent that Fang Jiaran suggested.
Fang Jiaran rolled her eyes. “You men are all so slow when it comes to love. Looking at them now, I can’t help but think, although I don’t have a daughter, having a daughter-in-law is almost the same thing! Look how adorable Youning is!”
“Isn’t it a little too early to be looking for a daughter-in-law for our son?” questioned Wen Ren as he glared at her suspiciously.
Wen Xu, who was entering the dining room, stopped in his steps. Fang Jiaran spotted him and beckoned him over.
Wen Xu approached her with an expressionless face, making her quite troubled—Wen Ren was in no way a reserved man and neither was she. The two of them could talk endlessly—there would not be a single minute of silence with them around.
Sometimes she wondered if it was because Wen Ren and she had too much to say, stealing away their son’s words—maybe that was why their son came out to be this little ice cube.
“Xuxu, do you like Youning?” whispered Fang Jiaran, grinning ear-to-ear.
Wen Xu looked at his mom, then glanced at Little Youning, who was seated in a highchair. His expression softened and his lips curled up. In his child-like voice, he declared firmly, “In the future, I will protect her.”
Fang Jiaran’s grin could not grow any wider. “My son, that’s all I need to hear! In the future, Youning will be part of our family!”
Wen Xu smiled faintly. He nodded.
Qi Chenglin, who was scooping food for his daughter, had no clue that his precious daughter just became someone’s target. They were even shameless enough to plan on dragging her into their family already.
Wen Xu turned to Wen Ren. Wen Ren bit his lips, revealing a galling expression. “Whoever our son wants to pursue, she’ll naturally belong to our family now. I’ll beat up whoever that tries to snatch her from us.”
Assured, Wen Xu turned around and headed into the dining room and sat next to Little Youning.
“Ningning, when I move here to attend Jixia Elementary School, I’ll be in a totally unfamiliar place, so you have to protect me.” Although his expression was still bland, his voice made him sound terribly pitiable.
Wen Ming, who had been sitting there eating silently the whole time, almost jumped out of surprise.
Little Youning, who was clueless about herself being Wen Xu’s target, pounded her chest proudly and gave herself out. “Don’t worry, I will protect you!”
“…” Qi Chenglin was rendered speechless.
“It must be fate that brought these two children together!” Fang Jiaran grinned and said as she shook her head.
Qi Chenglin was going to explode with rage. That rascal was eight years older than his daughter!
“Hmm, if I remember correctly, you’re seven years older than Danchen, right?” Wen Ren inquired abruptly.
“…” Qi Chenglin was at a loss for words.
— Daily Lives of the Qi Family · The End —
