Chapter 1557 - 900: The Awkward and Reserved Father and Son, Heart-to-Heart in the Bathroom (Part 2)
Chapter 1557: Chapter 900: The Awkward and Reserved Father and Son, Heart-to-Heart in the Bathroom (Part 2)
Uncle Huo Ran clearly said:
His dad could punch and kill a cow.
Few words, especially fierce, never provoke him, or you’ll die a rather tragic death.
Your dad is a devil, go ask your uncles if any hasn’t been bullied by him. When you interact with him, be extremely cautious in both speech and actions.
Little Misunderstanding was a bit confused about which version of him was real.
"Mutang, can I stay at your house tonight?"
"Huh?" Jiang Xiaowai was stunned for a moment, he didn’t want to go home at all. Such a good fairy-like day, he wanted to stay a few more days, "Don’t go to my house. If you’re scared, I’ll stay with you at your house, isn’t that better?"
"What else do you want to eat?" Huo Qinqi and Shen Shuci went to order a cup of cola for the two.
"I’m good, thank you Aunt Grandma, thank you Uncle Grandpa." Jiang Xiaowai sweetly said, clutching a drumstick in one hand and a cola in the other, gobbling up happily.
After eating, the four of them strolled around the night market; Huo Qinqi had rarely been to such a place, but with the crowd bustling, he carefully protected the two kids.
There seemed to be some performance ahead; cheers occasionally came through, but the two children were too short to see.
Huo Qinqi looked at his tiptoeing son, "Want me to hold you?"
"No, I’m good." Little Misunderstanding gritted his teeth, "I’m not really interested in watching."
"I want to watch." Jiang Xiaowai was utterly unabashed.
Then two minutes later...
Jiang Xiaowai was riding on Huo Qinqi’s neck, nearly driving a certain proud little oddball crazy.
Little Misunderstanding felt conflicted inside, on one hand knowing this was his dad, wishing for closeness, but with that cold, intimidating face, it was scary.
Huo Qinqi was rather reserved; those who truly knew him would understand. He went out of his way to please his son, clearly showing he cared deeply for the little guy.
But his nature was just like this; acquaintances may understand, but it doesn’t mean the child can.
Much like when he pursued Shen Shuci; this silently flirtatious personality likely wouldn’t change.
"Uncle Grandpa, let me down, let my little uncle see too." Jiang Xiaowai, having grown up with the certain someone since childhood, naturally knew he wanted to see, providing him the opportunity.
Huo Qinqi put Jiang Xiaowai down, wanting to hold his son, but the little guy remained stiff, seemingly unwilling.
"Little Uncle, I’m telling you, it’s really good." Jiang Xiaowai exclaimed in excitement.
This father-son duo rarely engaged in particularly intimate hugging actions. Little Misunderstanding felt uncomfortable, tried tentatively, and only after a few minutes, did he reach out to hug his neck tentatively.
Huo Qinqi let out a long sigh:
The day was finally showing progress; the money and thoughtfulness weren’t in vain.
...
Jiang Xiaowai couldn’t always stay at their house, because their family was about to reunite. Thus, after the fun at the night market, Huo Qinqi sent him home.
**
Meanwhile, at the Jiang Family home
Jiang Jinsang was helping his son take a bath; the little guy’s belly was delightfully round.
"Had fun with Uncle Grandpa today? What did he treat you to?"
"Drumsticks! The big ones." Jiang Xiaowai recalled and looked very satisfied.
"Then shouldn’t we talk about the incident at the kindergarten yesterday?" Jiang Jinsang’s words instantly erased the smile from the little one’s face.
Jiang Xiaowai: "..."
What kind of devil is his dad; this was in the bathroom, stark naked, talking about what?
Indeed, what was coming was unavoidable!
Just why choose a place like this, when he’s completely undressed? It felt strange; he even intentionally reached to cover certain private parts, making Jiang Jinsang find it funny.
It’s not like it’s the first time helping him bathe, is it necessary?
"Dad, the fight yesterday wasn’t started by me, it was that guy bullying girls, purposely pushing her off the swing." Jiang Xiaowai shrank into the water, feeling especially awkward.
"Wasn’t it too harsh with your little uncle? Heard you even got a bloody nose." Jiang Jinsang had heard.
"That was just an accident." Jiang Xiaowai hung his head.
Seeing his look, Jiang Jinsang merely smiled, rubbed his head, "I’m not saying being righteous is wrong, I’m not criticizing you this time. I just want to tell you that being righteous requires knowing the right way..."
Little kids don’t know how to control their actions; if that child really got badly hurt, it wouldn’t be clear. It’s not like you can say you’re justified, and it just ends there.
Jiang Xiaowai listened earnestly, "Dad, can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead."
"Can Uncle Grandpa really punch and kill a tiger?"
"..."
Jiang Jinsang found it funny yet frustrating, wondering who exactly said that to him, knowing he’s not Wa Song.
"I think Uncle Grandpa is pretty nice."
"Just because he played with you and bought you food?" Jiang Jinsang thought, kids are just too naïve, given a piece of candy, they think someone is nice.
"He even let me ride on his head, like a pony ride. You won’t let me, look at other people’s dads." Jiang Xiaowai grumbled in complaint.
"He also played with us and bought big drumsticks."
"Oh, and there was milk tea today."
Jiang Jinsang: "..."
He’s not foolish; clearly, the little guy is indirectly telling him:
As my real dad, hearing this, don’t you feel ashamed? You should do something.
...
Meanwhile, the other three returned to the Huo Family; after a day’s fun, the first thing naturally was to give the kid a bath.
Tonight, it was Huo Qinqi "serving" the little guy, with Little Misunderstanding sitting in the bathtub, squeezing the rubber duck, asking softly:
"Dad."
"Hmm?" Huo Qinqi was still browsing the bottles and jars, completely clueless about which was shampoo or body wash.
"When are you leaving this time?"
Huo Qinqi paused, turned to look at him, the little guy kept squeezing the duck, making a "biaji——" sound.
"It’s just that sister really misses you; she’s coming back in a few days, and I’m afraid she won’t see you." Little Misunderstanding said softly.
Huo Qinqi used to leave most of the time while the kids were asleep. Over time, the child knew clearly, that after they woke up, he may be gone.
Little Misunderstanding felt, with such an unpredictable dad, it’s best not to understand real emotions, too hurtful.
Huo Qinqi heard him talk indifferently like this and began to feel a sourness inside. Though not a man of sentiment, he recognized he owed the child dearly.
"I’m just asking; mom said your work is crucial, it’s for protecting the country, and I know this." Growing up in the Huo family, Little Misunderstanding understood many things from observing.
He never found this odd until kindergarten, then realized only his dad wasn’t around consistently, feeling a bit imbalanced.
"If you leave early, I won’t tell sister, save her from coming home happily, only to find you gone again."
...
Little Misunderstanding kept squeezing the rubber duck hard.
Proud and stubborn, this attitude largely inherited from Huo Qinqi.
"Not leaving this time, working in Beijing from now on." Huo Qinqi whispered.
Little Misunderstanding’s heart skipped a beat, tightened his grip——
A "biaji——" sound, the rubber duck was squeezed out of shape.