Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 1559: Chapter 901: Master Huo Reduced to a Good Guy? Little Slicked-Back 2.0 (Part 2)

A timid voice called out, "Dad."

Before the father and daughter could exchange any words, Huo Zheng and Liang Yun, a married couple, were already nearby. Hearing that Huo Qinqi was back, they both came into the frame to speak.

"Weren’t you supposed to come back next week?"

"Finished my tasks and came back early."

"If we knew you were coming back, we wouldn’t have come out." Huo Zheng and Liang Yun, both retired, came to attend the military exercise purely as invited guests; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been convenient to bring their granddaughter.

As they talked, the little girl across from them was fiddling with a model airplane while sneaking peeks at Huo Qinqi.

She thought she was hiding it well, unaware that Huo Qinqi would easily notice such details.

Suddenly, her gaze met with Huo Qinqi’s.

After getting caught, her face blushed red, and she ran off directly.

Huo Qinqi: "..."

Am I really that scary?

Back in his room, Huo Qinqi, after a day of taking care of the child, was exhausted. It was even more exhausting than training those tough soldiers, as his mental energy couldn’t relax for a moment. He increasingly realized how tough his wife’s role was. Just entering the room, he reached out and hugged her, "Shuci."

His voice was deep as his chin rested in the crook of her neck, a bit needy.

"What’s wrong?"

Huo Qinqi had a lot on his mind but didn’t know how to express it, so he just hugged her tighter. After years of marriage, some things didn’t need to be spelled out; they understood each other without words.

Shen Shuci simply patted his arm, "Go take a shower first."

"I feel like the kids are a bit afraid of me? Both the son and the daughter..."

"It’s just unfamiliarity; it’ll get better over time."

"They run away when they see me on video. Isn’t that fear?" Huo Qinqi recalled his daughter’s actions, his feelings mixed.

"Maybe she’s just shy."

"What do you mean?"

"I’ve told you before, that girl really admires you."

"I thought you were just humoring me."

"..."

Although Huo Qinqi didn’t communicate much with his children, he would still care about how they were doing. Shen Shuci had told him that their daughter liked him a lot, which he took as her trying to please him with a joke. After all, they hadn’t seen each other many times, so how could there be like or admiration?

This comes down to the issue with Huo Ran.

Huo Ran would often talk to the siblings about Huo Qinqi.

Told them he could punch a bull to death, kick a tiger over with one foot.

The small surprise in their mind was:

That’s terrifying.

But a certain little girl thought:

Dad is amazing!

In the little girl’s heart, there was always a hero, someone omnipotent, so Huo Ran’s words didn’t deter her but instead sparked a feeling that her father was incredible.

She had seen Huo Qinqi a few times. In the base, he was a powerful figure of authority, and even though she hadn’t spent much time with him, she admired him a lot.

...

Back in their room, the small surprise was still video chatting with his sister, talking about what happened today:

"Today, Dad took Mutang and me out to play, bought things, and ate a lot of delicious food." The little guy, stubborn and proud as he was, couldn’t help but show off to his sister, "I even rode a big horse today."

"Really?" The little girl, fiddling with a model, suddenly felt like the airplane wasn’t fun anymore.

"And he won’t leave again in the future. When you come back, he’ll take you out to play too."

"Will he really take me?"

"Of course he will, even though he looks a bit fierce, is not gentle, and does things in a mess, can’t even dress himself, but... he’s a good person, right?"

Huo Qinqi just wanted to be a kind father to make up for the years of missing fatherly love, but he never expected that after spending a whole day of eating and playing together, in his son’s mind, the evaluation would just be...

A good person!

**

It was the weekend the next day, and Jiang Xiaowai originally wanted to find the small surprise to play with but was stopped by Tang Wan.

"Your great uncle just came back, and they need some family time together. Don’t go disturbing them." Tang Wan saw her son’s annoyed face, feeling a bit unhappy, "How about I take you to your godmother’s house, to play with your cousins?"

Speaking of godmother, she naturally meant Ruan Mengxi.

"I don’t want to go." Although these kids grew up together and had their best friends, Jiang Xiaowai spent most of his time with the small surprise, so the relationship was naturally different.

"Why don’t you want to go? Your godmother said a few days ago that she missed you."

"I don’t like playing with Juanjuan."

Tang Wan was amused: "Who’s Juanjuan?"

"Just Little Juanmao." Jiang Xiaowai gestured to his hair.

Tang Wan was speechless...

Speaking of that little fellow from the Qi Family, he’s quite amusing.

Ruan Mengxi was always worried he’d grow up to be a Qi Zeyan 2.0 version, always styling his hair with a slick side part.

Turns out, though.

This kid was born with natural little curls.

And the curls were extremely irregular.

Qi Zeyan once took the child to an event, wanting to style him with a small slick hairstyle like father-like son, very loving.

But underestimated the degree of his hair’s curliness, once the slick hairstyle was done, a tuft of little curls popped up on top.

Later, he tried several times, used many different hair gels, and as Ruan Mengxi put it, luckily, their son had a lot of hair, or he’d be bald sooner or later from all the fuss.

But the effect was minimal, so Qi Zeyan decisively gave up the idea of creating a 2.0 version small slick hairstyle.

Who would have thought a small slick hairstyle would produce little curls?

He did inherit from his father, naturally likable, this bunch of little curls was even more favored, giving him a mixed-race charm that everyone wanted to touch.

Jiang Chengsi, although not fond of the child’s father, really liked those little curls.

He also took care of his daughter, always calling him uncle before and after him, praising his good car, good driving skills, and handsome looks; Jiang Chengsi thought the kid was much more likable compared to his dad.

Qi Zeyan was puzzled; no one in their family had curly hair, and there seemed to be no relatives in the Ruan family with natural curls either.

Even the daughter had straight hair, how did they end up with a naturally curly-haired son?

When he was perplexed, the elder Qi finally spoke up:

"Your grandma had natural curls."

According to Qi Zeyan’s impression and the photos at home, the late Qi Grandma indeed had curly hair, but he thought grandma deliberately got it permed. Who knew she was born with it.

Even spanning three generations, it was inherited by his son.

...

So when Tang Wan heard her son call him Little Juanmao, she was both crying and laughing, "You can’t call your brother that, you know?"

How did it end up as Juanjuan?

Jiang Xiaowai pouted, "I know."

"You can’t give siblings nicknames; even strangers, kids at kindergarten shouldn’t be given them, it’s really disrespectful." Tang Wan lectured her son, "Did you listen to what I said?"

"I did listen, don’t give others nicknames." Jiang Xiaowai seemed a bit distracted, he usually spent weekends playing with his uncle.

Tang Wan ruffled his hair, "If you don’t want to go to your godmother’s house, your dad has social engagements today, so just come with me to the studio."

"Alright!" Upon hearing that he was going to Tang Wan’s studio, Jiang Xiaowai immediately perked up, happily went to his room to pack his small backpack.

Going to Tang Wan’s studio, although there were no kids his age to play with, those uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters were all very nice to him. With delicious foods, drinks, and all sorts of fun things placed before him, he was naturally happy.