The Baby Acts – Shedding Tears of Aggrievement

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After dinner, Chi Yao sat on the swing in the backyard, with the kid on his lap.

Chi Yao had a storybook and occasionally read it to the baby, who listened attentively, looking very eager to learn.

Chi Yao didn’t pay much attention to the baby’s education. With his genes here and Fu Rong’s genes on the other side, the baby learned quickly. Chi Yao wasn’t like other parents who tried to cram everything into their child’s head, wanting them to be a polymath.

“Don’t study so much; just learn what you like.” Anyway, what he and Fu Rong give to the baby doesn’t require any effort from the baby anymore. It’s fine to just be a little rich kid.

While he thinks this way, Chi Yao still hopes the baby can be a bit more like Fu Rong, so he doesn’t have to worry so much.

The little guy is two-faced; Fu Rong knows this for sure. He acts one way in front of Chi Yao and another in front of others.

Chi Yao won’t spoil the baby too much; if there’s a mistake, he points it out directly and makes Chi Yan correct it. Fu Rong’s approach is relatively gentle, so the little guy often just lets it go.

He has a personality more like Chi Yao’s.

Fu Rong doesn’t think it’s a big deal; as long as it’s not a major principle issue, he tends to turn a blind eye to other small mistakes.

The baby is starting to speak more and more, and can express himself quite clearly. He’s especially clingy to Chi Yao, wanting to follow him wherever he goes, like his little tail.

However, Chi Yao will definitely not indulge the baby in this regard; he wants him to rely on himself more often.

One day, there was a big gathering, a ten-year anniversary event at a hotel for someone Chi Yao and Fu Rong both knew, and they were invited.

Naturally, they brought the little guy along. There were quite a few other children there too, and when Chi Yan appeared in a cute little suit, he looked just like a little prince.

His face was as white as snow, and compared to the other children, Chi Yan looked much more refined.

Chi Yao and Fu Rong went off to talk to others, leaving the bodyguard by Chi Yan’s side. The bodyguard stood nearby, watching over him without getting too close; the people here were all important, so there wouldn’t be any major problems.

Although Chi Yan was younger than the others, he wasn’t short.

A child saw Chi Yan and pointed at his face, asking, “Are you a boy or a girl?”

Chi Yan didn’t respond and pouted.

“Ha ha ha, this kid looks like a girl.” The round-faced child laughed loudly.

Chi Yan didn’t quite understand what the other meant, but the look on that face and the tone of voice were things Chi Yan didn’t like.

“Who’s your mom?”

“I heard you don’t have a mom?”

“A kid without a mom is so pitiful.” These older kids were all spoiled.

Chi Yan was over a year old and quite smart, with a higher intelligence than some two- or three-year-olds. How could they say he didn’t have a mom?

He had two dads, both so handsome; everyone else envied him.

Now, someone was mocking him, and Chi Yan got angry and walked straight over.

The child who laughed at Chi Yan was startled by his sudden approach, thinking Chi Yan was going to hit him. Chi Yan didn’t, but the child pushed him slightly instead.

It was a very light push that wouldn’t knock anyone over, yet Chi Yan fell to the ground.

He didn’t cry, but his eyes turned red suddenly, and tears began to swirl in his eyes.

“Oh, oh, oh, you bullied him! You made him cry!” One of the other kids shouted. That child saw that Chi Yan could speak and immediately liked him; such a pretty face, even more beautiful than his sister’s. He wanted to take him home and have him as his little brother.

He didn’t want his current sister; he wanted this pretty little kid.

“I didn’t hit him; he fell down by himself.” The child who pushed him grew anxious.

Everyone else started to cheer, not caring about the trouble.

“You did hit him! You also bullied him by saying he doesn’t have a mom!”

These kids were particularly mischievous.

The commotion attracted the attention of the surrounding adults, and Chi Yao and Fu Rong heard the noise and came over.

In the midst of a group of children, a little one, delicate and beautiful, was sitting on the ground, big tears streaming down his fair face, like pearls.

At first, Chi Yao thought the little one had been bullied, but squinting his eyes, he realized he looked just like he was pretending to cry.

As the little one’s dad, he quickly figured out that Chi Yan was acting.

He wanted to walk over, but Fu Rong stepped forward first. He also noticed that their baby was putting on a show, but the fact that the baby was sitting on the ground was real.

Fu Rong approached and helped the baby up, asking if he was hurt anywhere, to which Chi Yan shook his head, crying.

The round-faced boy yelled, “He’s lying! I didn’t hit him; he’s just acting! He’s a bad person!”

The boy’s father walked over and gave his son a light slap on the back.

Everyone saw him bullying Chi Yan, so they weren’t going to let him off the hook.

The father grabbed the boy’s hand, who was still crying, and immediately plastered a smile on his face.

“Sorry, sorry, Mr. Fu, Mr. Chi. My child is spoiled and has offended your child; I hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s fine; kids play around. Just be more careful next time.” Fu Rong wasn’t the type to hold a grudge.

The father let out a sigh of relief.

But suddenly, Fu Rong changed the subject, asking, “Your child’s remark about my baby not having a mother, that wasn’t something you taught him, right?”

The boy’s father felt a chill down his spine; could he admit it? Absolutely not.

“No, no, of course not! You brat, who taught you to say those things!” He turned and smacked his son’s head.

The boy wanted to argue, but his father shot him a fierce glare, making him cry again.

“Don’t you dare cry!” the father scolded sharply.

The boy bit his lip, feeling utterly wronged, tears falling like rain.

He suddenly turned to look at Chi Yan, this little guy with an angelic face but clearly a little devil, his gaze filled with envy.

When Chi Yan saw the boy glaring at him with a fierce look, he turned and jumped into Chi Yao’s arms.

The little guy was acting, fooling everyone around him, and only Chi Yao, who knew him too well, realized that the little guy had probably been pushed but was definitely not hurt. If he had truly been hurt, he would have just fought back.

However, Chi Yao still put on a stern face. There are always people like this, with mouths on their faces not for eating, but for making careless remarks.

“Chi Yan is our child, and I am his Mother, I can be his Father too. I don’t want to hear similar remarks again in the future,” Chi Yao said, looking around at the others.

It’s one thing to gossip privately; Chi Yao was not the type to mind if people talked about him, but not in front of his baby.

The people around immediately laughed apologetically. Some with children pulled their kids close and advised them to keep a distance from Chi Yan and not to say much to him.

At the banquet later, everyone avoided Chi Yan, but he suddenly ran off to the boy who had helped him earlier.

The boy looked sturdy, and Chi Yan thought he was reliable.

He approached voluntarily, but the boy had been warned not to talk to him. As a result, Chi Yan slightly reddened his eyes, putting on a pitiful expression, and tricked the boy into coming over, telling him not to cry and that he would play with him.

Chi Yan immediately broke into a bright smile.

After returning home that day, Chi Yao called the baby over, who looked innocent and pure.

Chi Yao directly asked him, “Did that boy really hit you today?”

Seeing Chi Yao’s stern gaze, Chi Yan knew he wouldn’t soften just because he pretended to be pitiful in front of others, which would make them immediately feel sorry for him.

But Chi Yao definitely wouldn’t be softened by this. If he lied in front of his dad, he wouldn’t hear bedtime stories that night.

So the baby shook his head: “He pushed me, and I fell myself.”

Though the baby’s speech wasn’t very clear, Chi Yao understood what he meant.

Sure enough, this kid was quite the actor.

He was much better than Chi Yao at that age; Chi Yao would just rush in and hit someone, making them cry loudly.

Unlike Chi Yan now, who pretends to be pitiful, causing others to feel wronged and cry.

Chi Yao pondered for a moment. This kind of behavior should be stopped, but then he thought that if that boy had said Chi Yan didn’t have a mother, and if Chi Yan had heard that, even if he wouldn’t strike back at a child, he definitely wouldn’t let the child’s parents off easily for teaching him to say such things. He was just that kind of person who would take revenge.

On the contrary, Chi Yan’s way of handling it was even better. At least in Chi Yao’s eyes, he thought it was good for Chi Yan to not forgive someone who said he didn’t have a mother.

He shouldn’t forgive.

“In the future, if anyone says you don’t have a mother, you can hit them directly, but you have to ensure that they won’t hurt you. That’s the premise.”

His baby didn’t need to learn patience in this regard. Words that come out of one’s mouth can hurt others. If they weren’t taught a lesson, they would only become worse next time.

But then Chi Yan shook his head.

“I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to? Why?” Chi Yao was curious.

“Just don’t want to.” He didn’t want to hit people casually; hitting is for bad kids.

He would let others hit for him, so he wouldn’t have to lift a finger, and his hands wouldn’t hurt from hitting others.

Chi Yan had learned from Fu Rong that he shouldn’t hit people casually. What if the other side had many people and they turned around and hit him instead?

Chi Yan turned his little head and thought that if he didn’t hit, he could let others do it while he just watched.

Like today, Chi Yan had considered directly hitting that person, but since the other side reached out first, Chi Yan sat down and started crying, knowing that this method could better achieve his goals.

In this regard, it could be said that Chi Yan inherited the way both Chi Yao and Fu Rong handled things.

Chi Yao narrowed his eyes, feeling that the little guy might be a bit too clever.

He pulled the baby onto his lap. As a first-time dad, he didn’t have much experience in parenting.

Using his experiences from two lives to educate his child might actually have errors.

In this aspect, Chi Yao realized that Fu Rong might be more suitable.

Fortunately, Fu Rong was around; otherwise, he would really have a headache trying to raise a child on his own.

“Baby, you’re very smart. Remember, don’t let yourself get hurt, and don’t overly hurt others.”

“Mm.” The baby seemed to understand a bit and nodded his little head.