Chapter 48 p2
Not only was Wei Maomao speechless, but the viewers in the live broadcast room were also speechless.
“Hahaha, look at Wang Qingchuan’s cleverness, where does he usually use his brain?”
“Why is he scheming like this, why not just observe his surroundings! He even needs a three-year-old to teach him how to do things!”
“??? Why is Wang Qingchuan so realistic, suddenly excluding Cheng Feiying? Weren’t they buddy-buddy, moving water jars together before I went to the bathroom? Now they’re broken up by CEO Mao?”
“How is it CEO Mao’s fault, you were in the bathroom for too long. It’s not Wang Qingchuan’s fault either. Many of you probably haven’t been watching the individual live streams of those inside the house, right? Initially, Wang Qingchuan was moving the water jars, he was probably tired from searching and couldn’t move it on his own. Cheng Feiying went in and said they should move it together, and they would split whatever they found underneath. Wang Qingchuan agreed, and then they lifted and lifted and lifted, hahahahaha… Guess what, after all that effort, the water jar barely moved more than when Wang Qingchuan was doing it alone.”
“Really, those who missed it missed out, you should have seen Wang Qingchuan’s confused expression, hahaha, when he stopped and looked at Cheng Feiying, his face was screaming, ‘What are you doing?’ I’m dying of laughter!”
“Wang Qingchuan used to be an athlete, he probably doesn’t like playing with weaklings who slack off, he’ll run if he can, hahaha!”
…
As soon as Wei Maomao gave him the hint, Wang Qingchuan froze.
If what this little girl said was true, then what had he been doing all this time?
Wang Qingchuan, who had had enough of moving various objects, with a sullen expression, decided to give it a try and went into the house to carry out a table.
As soon as Wang Qingchuan carried out the table, everyone else immediately knew what the two had whispered about.
“Sister, did you know this was the firewood? Why didn’t you tell me and Dad…” Cheng Rongrong dusted herself off, saying with a pitiful voice, “Dad was inside moving those heavy, heavy water jars, working so hard for us…”
“We were just guessing, I was the one who suggested letting Uncle Wang try first, he was here first, do you not like Uncle Wang?” Wei Maomao, without even taking a breath, retorted, then asked with a puzzled expression, “Wasn’t your dad looking for his own firewood? Who was he working hard for?”
Cheng Rongrong: “… “
“Alright, Rongrong, that’s enough.” Cheng Feiying couldn’t stand it anymore, what was wrong with this Wei Maomao, always making his daughter speechless, so rude!
“Daddy…” Cheng Rongrong retreated to Cheng Feiying’s side, clutching his clothes timidly. “Daddy is tired.”
Cheng Rongrong was actually being sincere, she was starting to feel that the situation wasn’t good. It wasn’t just because of that annoying chubby girl who was always causing trouble… It was mainly because Cheng Feiying was truly too tired.
Speaking of which, it wasn’t entirely due to her mother’s favor and her proximity to him that Cheng Rongrong held a higher place in Cheng Feiying’s heart than Cheng Tingyan, she had also put in effort.
Cheng Feiying wasn’t a particularly patient person, especially as he got older, he became more self-centered. Bai Lei, as his wife, could naturally control him, but Cheng Rongrong was different, she was just his daughter. So when she sensed that Cheng Feiying was about to lose his temper, Bai Lei would avoid him, whether she was there or not. If she couldn’t avoid him, having someone else take the brunt of his anger was also an option… Relying on this awareness, she had always been the perfect daughter in Cheng Feiying’s eyes, rarely experiencing his anger.
Today, during the bike task, it was clear that Cheng Feiying was competing with Wei Chengli. Cheng Rongrong didn’t dare to, nor did she want to, dissuade him, she was just hoping that Cheng Tingyan would make more mistakes so that Cheng Feiying could vent his anger. But for some reason, both of them were hitting every target… Then Cheng Feiying was even pointed out by the younger Wei Chengli for making a basic mistake in drinking water, and even spilled water on himself… It was a disaster.
When they arrived at this location, Cheng Feiying had only been inside for a short while before wanting to move the water jar together. Cheng Rongrong, seeing this, quickly came out to switch with Cheng Tingyan. Was he kidding? Doing this kind of work when he was already so tired, wasn’t he a ticking time bomb?
Cheng Rongrong didn’t know when Cheng Feiying would explode, but she felt it probably wouldn’t be long. She had to be even more well-behaved, hoping that Cheng Tingyan would be less so.
The problem now was, if Cheng Feiying lost his temper on live broadcast, how could she salvage the audience’s perception of him…
He couldn’t lose his temper at outsiders, it would look terrible.
The best scenario would be if Cheng Tingyan made a mistake, giving Cheng Feiying a legitimate reason to get angry.
She had initially wanted to create the image of a good father who favored his older daughter throughout the show, but it seemed that wouldn’t work. Cheng Feiying had already failed to act well several times… Then how about the persona of a loving father in daily life, a strict father in crucial moments? That was also acceptable, right?
Speaking of which, Wei Maomao watched with an indifferent expression as Cheng Rongrong clung to Cheng Feiying’s clothes and acted pitiful. No matter how this segment was edited, the audience wouldn’t misunderstand that it was Yan Yan who made him move the water jars, right… Let them act all they want. But what Wei Maomao couldn’t have imagined was that in her previous life, Cheng Feiying’s image of a “loving father” in daily life and a resolute “strict father” in crucial moments was, in this life, being planned and shaped in Cheng Rongrong’s mind at this very moment.
“Good girl, Rongrong.” Cheng Feiying squatted down, wanting to pick up his daughter, but he managed to lift her but couldn’t stand up, stumbling slightly. Anger welled up inside him, he glanced at Cheng Tingyan and said, “She’s not being cooperative, she’s not helping Daddy, then Daddy won’t help her either, she can go get those two kilograms of firewood herself.”
Wei Maomao: ???
Wang Qingchuan, who had just come back after verifying the solution at the other side of the courtyard and was missing a few kilograms of firewood, passing by to get a stool: ???
“Good job, little Maomao, they’re saying anything made of wood counts as firewood.” Wang Qingchuan stopped, sharing his findings, then looked at Cheng Tingyan. “Yan Yan, do you want me to bring you a stool? It’s about six or seven kilograms, you and Maomao can split it.”
Cheng Feiying: …
“No…” Cheng Tingyan was embarrassed to trouble someone she wasn’t familiar with, she could move it slowly by herself.
“Thank you, Uncle Wang! We really can’t carry it… Uncle Wang, you’re such a good person! So, so, so good! What would we do without you! You’re a hero who steps in to help those in need, thumbs up for you!” Wei Maomao stretched out her chubby paw.
Wang Qingchuan, who was initially enjoying this sweet, childish flattery, almost spat out his last mouthful.
“It’s nothing, it’s nothing, just lending a hand.” Wang Qingchuan waved his hand and went into the house. He suddenly felt a bit disgusted by Cheng Feiying, but there was no need to make an enemy of him.
Wei Maomao glanced at Cheng Feiying, who was holding back his anger so much that his entire face was stiff, and lowered her hand with satisfaction.
But as she turned her head, she met Wang Zhizhi’s gaze, which was filled with a complicated emotion.
Oh… Hi, this tangled web of love and hate, Wei Maomao forced a smile awkwardly.
Wang Qingchuan quickly came out carrying a few stools, placed one on the Cheng family’s scale, and, not daring to hear any more praise from the little chubby girl, hurried back to his own scale.
With those few stools, the Wang family successfully passed the stage, even exceeding the required amount of firewood.
Wang Qingchuan generously left the extra chair by the scale, giving it to Wei Chengli.
Honestly, the fact that they could pass the stage just by carrying a few chairs was something Wei Chengli, who had been cycling for ages, couldn’t believe. Especially since the person who came up with this idea included his own silly dumpling… Tsk tsk.
“Baby, you’re so smart, let’s send you to school after we finish filming.” Wei Chengli, having easily passed the “Firewood” stage without even getting dirty, held the little dumpling’s hand as they walked towards the “Rice” location, chuckling.
“No!” Wei Maomao shook her head vehemently.
Wei Chengli chuckled. “Come on, when you go to school, you’ll have a teacher, then you can start your sentences with ‘Teacher said,’ wouldn’t that be fun?”
“Not fun!” Wei Maomao gave him a sidelong glance.
Was he kidding? She worked herself to death in her previous life, in this life, she wanted to be a lazy bum, she wouldn’t start working hard at three years old!
“Why not? Look, Tutu also goes to school, Yan Yan also goes to school, don’t you love Tutu, don’t you love Yan Yan, then you should go to school too.” Wei Chengli was initially joking, but as he spoke, he felt he was making a valid point.
Wei Maomao was about to retort when the hand Cheng Tingyan was holding was gently squeezed.
“Who is Tutu?” Cheng Tingyan asked softly, both curious and embarrassed.
“It’s a little bunny from a cartoon, hahaha, called Tutu, an earthy little bunny who lives in the dirt, not a human.” Seeing Cheng Tingyan blushing slightly and wanting to ask more, Wei Chengli couldn’t help but tease her. “Don’t worry, in the real world, Maomao only loves you.”
In the next second, Wei Chengli was pleased to see Cheng Tingyan’s slight blush turn into a deep crimson.
“Hahahaha!” Wei Chengli couldn’t help but laugh out loud, oh, how cute and easily teased children were.
But as he laughed, he suddenly felt a pang of sadness.
“What, did I say something wrong? Why are you pinching me so hard?” Wei Chengli looked down at the dumpling. “What, don’t you only love your Yan Yan? Don’t you have any love left for your poor old father?”
Wei Maomao: …
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