Chapter 1098 - 1098 Shanshan Side Story (25)

Chapter 1098: Shanshan Side Story (25) Chapter 1098: Shanshan Side Story (25) “Hello, Uncle.” Mu Chen bent slightly at the waist, politely saying, “I’m Mu Chen.”

Quan Jingwu responded in a flat tone, “Sit down.”

“Mu Chen, eat whatever you want to eat, don’t be shy. Just make yourself at home,” Jian Qing said as she handed him a bowl of soup.

Mu Chen quickly stood up, taking it with both hands, “Thank you, Auntie, I can get it myself.”

“Mommy, I want some too,” Shanshan cooed.

The next second, Mu Chen directly placed his own bowl in front of Shanshan, “Here you go, Shanshan. It’s not hot anymore, you can drink it now.”

Shanshan’s eyes curved into a smile, revealing shallow dimples, “Mu Chen, you’re the best.”

Quan Jingwu’s brows furrowed, and his deep gaze swept over Mu Chen unintentionally. Seeing him picking out bones from the fish for Shanshan, his frown deepened.

Buttering up, definitely up to no good.

“Xiaojing, eat up,” Jian Qing lifted her eyes to see her husband gazing at Mu Chen, a hint of a helpless smile flickering in her eyes.

Quan Jingwu subtly shifted his gaze and began to pick up his chopsticks.

The meal went smoothly, aside from Quan Jingwu occasionally casting glances at Mu Chen.

After the meal, Quan Jingwu did not forget to check the homework of the three seventeen-year-olds.

Fortunately, Seventeen and Ten had rushed to finish their homework just in time before Quan Jingwu returned home. Otherwise, they might have faced a night of studying by lamplight.

They could be spoiled little demons by their father, but when it came to homework, no slacking was tolerated.

After reviewing his son’s homework, naturally, it was his daughter’s turn.

The moment he stepped into his daughter’s room, a chill emanated from Quan Jingwu.

He saw Shanshan and Mu Chen sitting close together on the carpet, with Mu Chen teaching Shanshan how to play with a Rubik’s Cube. In Jingwu’s eyes, the issue wasn’t what they were playing, but that Mu Chen was sitting too close to his little princess.

He knocked on the door with a force that was heavier than usual.

Hearing the noise, Shanshan looked over, “Daddy.”

“Shanshan, where’s your homework?” Quan Jingwu walked in slowly and plopped down on the sofa, his glares continuously thrown at Mu Chen.

“Here it is.” Shanshan cheerfully handed over her homework, as if she were presenting a sacred edict.

Quan Jingwu took the bound booklet, flipping through it casually. Shanshan watched him intently, nervous that he might catch on to something.

Even though Mu Chen’s imitation of her handwriting was very similar, her father had the eyes of a hawk.

Looking through the latter parts of the assignments, Quan Jingwu’s gaze flickered slightly. After flipping through a few pages, he put down the booklet, “Shanshan.”

His voice, magnetic and rich, sent a shiver through Shanshan.

She affectionately snuggled up to Quan Jingwu, wrapping her small hand around his arm, “Daddy, you must be tired from your business trip today. Shall I give you a massage to help you relax?”

“Shanshan!”

Quan Jingwu called her name in a lowered voice. Shanshan dejectedly stood up, revealing a strained smile, “Daddy, I was wrong.”

Quan Jingwu raised an eyebrow, “What did you do wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have let someone else do my homework for me,” Shanshan said with eyes full of sincerity, looking at Quan Jingwu, “Daddy, please forgive me, I promise it won’t happen again.”

Quan Jingwu suppressed the urge to smile, feigning ignorance, “Who did it for you?”

“Um…” Shanshan hesitated, not wanting to get Mu Chen in trouble, too; after all, you need to have integrity.

Before she could find a good excuse, Mu Chen stepped forward.

“Uncle, don’t be angry at Shanshan, it was me who did it for her,” Mu Chen said as he met Quan Jingwu’s profound violet eyes, feeling a slight sweat in his palm.

“Mu Chen.” Shanshan tugged at the hem of his clothes in secret, observing Quan Jingwu’s expression with her peripheral vision, her voice tender, “Daddy, don’t blame Mu Chen, it’s all my fault.”

Quan Jingwu fixed his gaze on Mu Chen for a moment, then beckoned to Shanshan, “Shanshan, come here.”

“Oh.”

Shanshan took small steps and shuffled over.

Quan Jingwu stood up, his slender fingertips bending, and flicked her forehead. “Next time you do that, Daddy really will make you write a self-criticism.”

Did that mean Daddy had forgiven her?

Shanshan’s eyes lit up as she reached out and hugged Quan Jingwu’s arm, rubbing her little head against him. “I knew Daddy is the best.”

“But there is a condition for not being punished,” Quan Jingwu added unhurriedly.

Shanshan let out an “ah,” “What condition?”

“If you wrote a few less papers, you must make them up—do it now, and I’ll check tomorrow,” Quan Jingwu said, glancing at the Rubik’s cube on the table and speaking leisurely.

Trying to get close to his precious little one with a Rubik’s cube? That door is shut.

Shanshan smiled ingratiatingly. “Daddy, can we change the condition?”

“How about writing a ten-thousand-word self-criticism?” Quan Jingwu countered.

“I think doing the papers is quite good; it helps with my learning progress,” Shanshan quickly backpedaled. “I’ll go and start right away.”

Self-criticism, that’s the worst.

Quan Jingwu curved his lips in satisfaction and strode out.

Pricking up her ears and listening to Quan Jingwu’s footsteps fading away, Shanshan flopped onto the sofa.

Suddenly remembering something, she looked up at Mu Chen. “Sorry, Mu Chen, I almost dragged you down with me.”

Her Daddy truly was hard to deceive. Even when Mu Chen’s handwriting could be swapped with hers without notice, he still found out.

Mu Chen shook his head and reached out to pull her up, then sat down next to her. “Don’t worry, no matter how late you write tonight, I’ll stay with you.”

With those words, Shanshan was deeply moved.

She wrapped her arms around Mu Chen, clinging like a koala, and said playfully, “Mu Chen, you truly are my soulmate.”

Hearing this, Mu Chen couldn’t help but chuckle. “Where did you learn to say that?”

“School,” Shanshan said.

“Alright, hurry up and write. Otherwise, you won’t be able to go out and play tomorrow.”

“Mhm, mhm.”

In the early morning, the mist dissipated, and the birds chirped crisply and pleasingly.

“Shanshan!”

A vigorous voice broke the quiet of the morning.

Jian Qing opened the door and smiled when she saw the visitor.

“Feizhan, why are you here so early today?”

Outside, the youth wore a white tracksuit and a pair of sneakers. His finely chopped short hair was soft and lustrous, and his charming peach-blossom eyes sparkled radiantly, his upturned eye corners adding a dash of roguish charm.

Compared to his childhood appearance, young Master Bai Feizhan had grown quite taller, practically a miniature version of Bai Jue.

“Seventeen said there’s a new game and asked me to come over and play,” Bai Feizhan said casually as he changed into slippers and followed Jian Qing into the living room, one could tell he was a frequent visitor.

“Feizhan, have you had breakfast?” she asked.

“I have,” Bai Feizhan looked around the living room. “Auntie, where are Seventeen and the others?”

Jian Qing replied, “Seventeen and them overslept today and went for a run; they should be back soon.”

“And Shanshan?”

“Shanshan is having breakfast in the dining room. Do you want to eat a bit more?”

Bai Feizhan said with a smile, “Sure, sure.”