Chapter 114
Watching the drama was fine, but when it became too heated, it was truly… too much to bear, too much to watch.
Before entering the Wang family’s courtyard, Cheng Feiying never expected it to be this intense, even more so than this morning.
The program team was also… What was the point of this role-swap segment? These children, given a little bit of power, they didn’t know their place anymore. How long could they swap roles for? Why not swap for a lifetime?
Cheng Feiying looked at Wang Qingchuan, who was facing away from him, his fists clenched, his whole body tense with anger, he clicked his tongue and quietly retreated, step by step. Forget it, he came here to escape the smell of cilantro, enjoy the air conditioning, and maybe complain a little. He wasn’t here to mediate… If they started fighting, it wouldn’t look good on live broadcast if he didn’t intervene, but what if he got involved and was accidentally hit? It was better to just leave.
One person, with a few people following him, quietly came and quietly left.
Wang Qingchuan, consumed by anger, didn’t notice, and Jiang Heye and Wang Zhizhi didn’t even bother to say goodbye.
Apologizing was impossible, Wang Qingchuan, after a standoff and silence, chose to go back to his room, slamming the door shut.
As soon as he left, the tension in Wang Zhizhi’s body eased, his small shoulders slumped.
Jiang Heye rubbed Wang Zhizhi’s head, her gaze lowered, hiding the confusion in her eyes.
The program team’s intention behind this baby-dad role swap was probably to let the dads first see how their babies wanted them to be as parents, then see how they were perceived by their babies, creating a contrast and prompting some reflection.
But how could someone… completely fail to see their child, who had become fragile and sensitive, and completely fail to see their own increasingly monstrous reflection in the mirror?
Were they blind?
At this moment, Jiang Heye was briefly lost, she couldn’t find the meaning behind their efforts.
If Wang Qingchuan couldn’t see anything, if he wouldn’t change anything except getting angry, then they… What were they even doing?
What… could she even do…
“Zhizhi, you’re amazing for getting a little red flower.” Jiang Heye said softly, squatting down and looking at Wang Zhizhi. “The little red flower you got from kindergarten last time, can you show it to me next time?”
“I don’t have it anymore…” Wang Zhizhi lowered his head, his toes scuffing the ground. “I threw it away.”
“Then next time, next time you get a little red flower, show it to me, okay?” Jiang Heye’s voice softened even more.
Wang Zhizhi looked up, meeting her sincere and expectant gaze.
“Mmm…” Wang Zhizhi mumbled.
“Do you have a phone? Or a smart watch? I can give you one, then every time you get a little red flower, I can see it immediately~~” Jiang Heye said with a smile, looking at the child’s slightly reddened ear tips.
“I have a watch, it can take pictures, but they took it away when we came here.” Wang Zhizhi, no longer putting up a strong front like in front of Wang Qingchuan, was a bit embarrassed, he said weakly, “I… I’m not that good, I… I only got that one little red flower. If I can’t get any more in the future…”
“Then you can share other things with me.” Jiang Heye said with a smile. “When we leave the show and get our watches back, we can figure out how to add each other as friends, happy or unhappy things, or if you need any help, you can tell me. Our Zhizhi is so good, even without a little red flower, you’re still the best Zhizhi.”
His heart… felt warm? Wang Zhizhi touched his chest, confused, a warmth spread throughout his body, reaching his face, it even felt a bit hot…
When touched, it was easy to be impulsive.
Although he couldn’t figure out the logic behind it, Wang Zhizhi instinctively said, “I’ll try my best to get another little red flower and show it to you!”
After saying that, Wang Zhizhi paused and slowly closed his mouth.
Ah… Ever since the constant arguments at home, his performance at kindergarten had been… not very good.
His initially confident little face instantly became a bit gloomy, making Jiang Heye chuckle.
The viewers in the live broadcast room, who had been watching Wang Qingchuan with indignation and sympathy, finally relaxed a little.
“Look at CEO Shen diligently drawing, Wen Xiang giving away his house and money, then look at the stubborn Wang Qingchuan, I want to say… Zhizhi, you’re truly unlucky! This Wang Qingchuan… Even the most thoughtful program design can’t save you!”
“Beibei is truly the best Beibei in the world! I didn’t even think about it until Beibei mentioned it… That day, when Zhizhi brought back the little red flower, he was probably immediately scolded for being too loud… Maybe no one even noticed the little red flower. Maybe no one even praised him… Oh my god, I’m going to cry!”
“I’m also going to cry! A little red flower from kindergarten! Adults might not think it’s a big deal, but for a child, it’s a very honorable thing! It’s probably like the confidence and pride adults feel when they get promoted, get a raise… My poor Zhizhi! No praise, he was even scolded… How sad, I’m hugging Zhizhi and crying!”
“Oh my god… Does the person above have to use such a relatable analogy! I instantly thought of myself, seven or eight years ago, when I just started working, after over a year of 996, I finally got promoted and got a raise, I happily went home to share the good news. But my mom said, ‘Oh, what’s there to be happy about with such a small raise, it’s not even enough for the utility bills.’ Thankfully, it was a hot summer day, otherwise, that bucket of cold water would have frozen me to death. Although I didn’t die, I truly wasn’t happy at all, hahaha! Now, when she asks me about my work, my salary, it’s truly… I’m truly like, ‘Not my problem’~~”
“Adults can still handle disappointment, but little babies, they truly… Program team, quickly return the smart watch to Zhizhi, let Beibei add him as a friend! At least, at least next time, there will be Beibei to cheer for him! Sobbing uncontrollably!”
“Sigh, hugging Zhizhi, hugging the person above. There’s always that chicken soup online saying, ‘On a stage of one, even without an audience, without applause and praise, we should learn to shine alone.’ But in real life, after experiencing it, it’s not like that at all. Life is so difficult, who doesn’t want to be praised, who doesn’t want to be picked up and swung around (insert image of Director Wei swinging CEO Mao)?”
“That ‘stage of one’ thing, it’s just chicken soup. Hahaha, that saying, ‘Be grateful for those who criticize you, they’re your guiding lights in life, they help you grow and succeed,’ that’s toxic chicken soup. Don’t just drink any chicken soup, I’m in my forties now, and I can say, my progress and success are only related to my own hard work and the continuous love and support I received. Criticism only makes me give up. And I sincerely hope that the person who said that will only hear criticism for their entire life. Yes, I also hope that Wang Qingchuan will one day experience how Zhizhi felt, bringing home a little red flower and being scolded.”
“Speaking of criticism, I can’t help but think of Wen Qiming, who lectured Yueyue like a teacher on the day CEO Mao had an upset stomach. He’s not doing very well with the math problems today, Yueyue is still too gentle, she didn’t learn the essence of those educational phrases, it’s truly frustrating!”
…
No essence?
But Wen Qiming already felt very, very, very embarrassed.
He didn’t know where the program team found those problems, putting aside the difficulty, the type was very similar to Olympiad math problems.
It wasn’t just direct calculation, it also required a lot of reading comprehension.
They were tiring to do, and when he got them wrong, he couldn’t even figure out where he went wrong.
And after getting them wrong, he was lectured by his daughter, told to read the questions carefully, learn to understand them, not just blindly apply formulas, and not to write too messily or he would misread the numbers later…
What else could Wen Qiming, who knew Wen Jiangyue was imitating him, say? He could only say, she was quite good at imitating.
Not only did she imitate making him learn the things she liked, she also imitated lecturing him. She even timed it perfectly, giving him food even if he didn’t finish all the problems, but she also imitated the part about lecturing him while he was eating.
He managed to eat breakfast.
Lunch, after being pushed back and forth… he eventually ate it.
Wen Qiming deeply experienced how mood affected the body, and how lecturing could greatly reduce appetite.
It was all reheated food, but Wen Qiming still felt indigestion, he had to ask the program team for some digestive tablets.
When Wen Qiming felt a bit better and wanted to talk to Wen Jiangyue about his credibility issue, his daughter avoided him. She didn’t seem to want to talk about it, she used taking a nap as an excuse and ran away…
Clearly… at the Wei family’s house, she could speak so loudly and clearly.
Wen Qiming paced in the courtyard, rubbing his stomach, pondering for a while, he finally came up with a possibility.
Yueyue never mentioned these things at home, she was always obedient and well-behaved in front of him, always agreeing with him, it was just… when he occasionally broke his promises, Yueyue would show some emotions, but she wouldn’t say things like not believing his words, like Wen Xiang said.
Children, especially young children, were always learning.
Learning from… who?
Thinking of this, a chubby little figure popped into Wen Qiming’s mind.
It was none other than the little chubby girl from the next table, her dramatic performance of rolling on the ground and clutching her chest when he didn’t immediately accept the flowers Yueyue bought for him from the market, it was truly unforgettable.
Learning, relying… Was it because there were only the two of them back home, without Wei Maomao, so she didn’t want to talk to him anymore?
Wen Qiming became even more troubled by his guess.
Doing math problems, being lectured, it was already embarrassing enough, did he also have to, like Wen Xiang, lay out his family matters in front of a three-year-old chubby girl to be able to continue the conversation?
Wen Qiming hesitated.
Perhaps because she was being thought of too much, in the Wei family’s house, Wei Maomao sneezed and woke up.
Crying herself to sleep, it had happened again…
They hadn’t even talked about the important matters, and she… Wei Maomao sat up and looked at Cheng Tingyan next to her, mmm, she had left her mark again.
Cheng Tingyan was startled awake by the sudden movement, she opened her eyes and saw the little chubby bunny staring at her, with suspicious traces of drool on her mouth… Cheng Tingyan looked down, mmm, okay.
She touched the handkerchief on the pillow and picked it up.
“What is this?” Cheng Tingyan asked, looking at Wei Maomao, her finger gently pointing at a small white mark on her pajamas, just below her collarbone.
“… “ So why was there a handkerchief on the pillow? Wei Maomao’s paw, supporting her chubby body on the bed, unconsciously tightened, but she still followed Cheng Tingyan’s words and said resignedly, “Toothpaste…”
Cheng Tingyan nodded, satisfied, a faint smile on her face, she picked up the handkerchief and wiped the little chubby bunny’s mouth.
It was so embarrassing!
“Oh, I got your toothpaste on me.” Wei Maomao said with a smile, finding comfort in shared embarrassment.
The handkerchief, wiping gently, abruptly stopped.
Cheng Tingyan: “… “
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