Chapter 1647: Chapter 962: Finale (Part 1)

Si Qingxiao nodded, "They haven’t known each other for very long, right? Their first meeting at the aquarium was just before the end of summer vacation, that was already late August, wasn’t it? How long has it been? So fast?"

"Strictly speaking, blind dates are a bit different from normal dating. Both families are aware from the start." Shen Zhixian explained, "My uncle is dying to have them meet on a blind date today and then have them get married and consummate right on the spot. You have no idea how anxious he is."

"In all of Beijing, who doesn’t know Old Xie is anxious." Tang Wan laughed. "But if the two families are meeting, it means the two of them are progressing well. That’s a good thing."

"He even wants me and Yanting to go along for dinner. To put it bluntly, we’re just going as company." Shen Zhixian clicked his tongue.

Ruan Mengxi propped her chin on her hand. "If I’m not mistaken, this might be Young Master Xie’s first time meeting the parents, right?"

"You’re not mistaken." Shen Zhixian chuckled. "You don’t even know, the Xie Family doesn’t even care about celebrating Mid-Autumn now, all they can think about is meeting their in-laws. It’s just a simple meet-and-greet over a meal, and the whole family is acting like they’re facing a great enemy."

"If we hadn’t made plans with you guys long ago, I probably wouldn’t be able to get away."

"Since it’s the first time, everyone’s bound to be a little nervous."

Si Qingxiao laughed softly. "Can’t blame them. Young Master Xie has had countless blind dates for so many years, and this is the first one that’s made it this far."

"It hasn’t been easy on Old Xie either. He’s finally lived to see the day his precious son grew a brain." Ruan Mengxi teased.

"He even trotted over to accompany her on dog walks." Tang Wan chimed in.

...

Chatting idly, before long it was time to eat.

After everyone sat around the table, with so many kids present it was naturally very lively. It was just that Jiang Xiaowai and his little gang were especially naughty, only caring about playing and refusing to eat, and of course—

Somehow they ended up in Huo Qinqi’s study and broke his things.

Naughty little brats like that always need a bit of punishment.

Without getting a single bite of food, Jiang Xiaowai, Little Yiwai and Little Juanmao were hauled out to the yard and made to squat in the corner.

The sun had long since set, and a few bright stars were already scattered in the misty blue sky.

"Bro, I’m hungry." Little Juanmao was younger than Jiang Xiaowai, and usually called him Brother.

Jiang Xiaowai patted his pockets. There were still two candies that had already started to melt. He handed them to Little Juanmao, sighed, "Great-uncle is so fierce. How come they still haven’t let us go back in?"

"My dad’s always been fierce."

Life is hard—Little Yiwai heaved a sigh!

When Huo Qinqi had just come back to Beijing, he’d been practically at his beck and call, bringing him all sorts of tasty snacks and fun toys, even helping bathe him and lull him to sleep. But as time went by, he changed.

He was always hearing Uncle Huo Ran say that women are fickle...

But his dad was clearly the most fickle man!

He put on such a good act at first, then after being home for a while, his true nature came out.

As long as Little Yiwai misbehaved, he’d always be punished. One time his dad even specially dragged him to the training grounds and, right in front of him, knocked down a few big burly men.

Forward kicks, hook punches, over-the-shoulder throws!

Little Yiwai had been terrified, thinking he’d be next.

Watching Huo Qinqi haul him onto the Martial Arts Arena, his little heart trembled nonstop, but he still stubbornly held it in!

"Tinglan..."

"Dad, I was wrong!"

A real man doesn’t suffer unnecessary losses—if you have to admit fault, then admit fault!

"Where were you wrong?" Huo Qinqi crossed his arms and looked down at him from above.

Little Yiwai started making a self-criticism:

"I shouldn’t have deliberately messed up your study so badly, scribbled all over the walls, refused to put away my toys, and even deliberately messed with Grandpa’s beard. Dad, I really know I was wrong. I won’t dare do it again next time..."

The little guy sounded very sincere and heartfelt.

"If you do something wrong, you deserve to be punished."

"I..."

As soon as Huo Qinqi finished, Little Yiwai suddenly turned around, back to him, stuck his butt out. "Then go ahead."

Huo Qinqi frowned:

What was this brat doing, pointing his butt at him.

"Weren’t you going to hit me? Then hit my butt."

Huo Qinqi was speechless. "Go back and put your toys away properly, and apologize to Grandpa."

"That’s it?" Little Yiwai had thought his butt wouldn’t survive the day.

"Write the pinyin alphabet, one hundred times for each letter."

"..."

The little guy instantly wilted. At his age, even writing numbers like 1-2-3 was hard, let alone writing pinyin.

After Huo Qinqi finished, he saw that Little Yiwai still wasn’t moving and frowned slightly. "Why aren’t you going?"

"Dad... how about you just give me a beating instead."

Huo Qinqi gave his little butt a light kick. "Hurry up and go clean up your toys. Don’t you dare try to bargain with me!"

No one had ever dared bargain with him like this before. It really made him want to kick the kid out on the spot!

...

Thinking back on everything from yesterday, Little Yiwai felt deeply aggrieved.

"Little Uncle." Jiang Xiaowai tilted his head to look at him.

The three kids were bored out of their minds. After squatting there and pulling at grass for a while, Jiang Xiaowai picked up a little stone and started drawing in the dirt, sketching a person whose gender was impossible to tell. Beside it he tried to write the six characters for [Great-uncle is a big bad egg], only to realize he didn’t know a bunch of them.

The three of them discussed and debated, and in the end they signed it:

[Huo OO big bad dan]

The three little guys were very pleased with themselves and even admired their masterpiece for a bit.

"You three, come in and eat." Jiangjiang came out to call them. The three really were starving, so they left the crime scene untouched and ran back inside.

They’d thought all the good food would definitely be gone by now, but it turned out everything had been saved for them. The three little gluttons wolfed it down, and after they finished, everyone chatted a while longer before heading home.

The crime scene wasn’t discovered until the next morning.

Little Yiwai was still sleeping when Huo Qinqi yanked him out of bed...

"What are you doing so early in the morning?" Shen Shuci frowned.

"Pointing out the scene of the crime!"

Little Yiwai had still been groggy with sleep, but the moment he saw what was on the ground, he sobered up instantly.

"This is talking about me, isn’t it." Huo Qinqi sneered lightly. Since Huo Qinqi had been the one to suggest making the few kids stand in punishment yesterday, he said, "Spit it out. Who did this?"

"It was me." Little Yiwai would never sell out Jiang Xiaowai and Little Juanmao.

"Do you think I don’t know your drawing level? That ’Huo’ character is yours, the rest aren’t." Having been a scout, if Huo Qinqi couldn’t figure out at least this much, all those years would’ve been for nothing.

"I’m the one who did it."

"You’re pretty loyal. My name’s pretty hard to write, huh?"

Little Yiwai clenched his teeth and said nothing. His dad’s name really was hard.

Normally when you learn to write, you start with your own name, so Little Yiwai could write the character "Huo" but couldn’t write his dad’s full name.

He’d thought that, with it being a holiday today, his dad would punish him at the crack of dawn. But instead Huo Qinqi just had him come to the study and wrote his own name on a piece of paper:

"Your mission for this entire vacation is to learn to write my name properly."

"How many times do I have to write it?"

"Until I’m satisfied."

"..."

"Dad, didn’t you say you were taking me and my sister to see planes and cannons today?" Today was not only Mid-Autumn Festival but also National Day. Huo Qinqi had promised them long ago.

"Bring your notebook and pen. Whenever you’ve got downtime, you write."

Little Yiwai stared at his dad’s name, his eyes vacant and hollow. He really shouldn’t have gone along with Jiang Xiaowai last night just for the momentary thrill.

He was just a child. Why did he have to bear so much.

...

As for the mastermind Jiang Xiaowai, on the morning of Mid-Autumn he happily went to the old residence with his parents, and was now riding his little scooter, putt-putt-putt, showing off as he cruised down the street.

On the three-wheeled scooter, a song was blaring: "What’s Daddy’s daddy called? Daddy’s daddy is called Grandpa..."

Catchy and brainwashing as hell.

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