Chapter 154: Who’s Your Dad

Qiu Yingwen went out to buy pastries. There were still many customers waiting. Du Ximei helped pack the pastries, and Hu Yao helped collect money.

The current booming business was a far cry from the quiet days just a few months ago.

It was thanks to Qiu Yingwen’s excellent skills and delicious, affordable pastries that so many people came to buy.

Hu Yao and Jiang Xiaochao had lunch with Qiu Yingwen and the others.

Jiang Xiaochao had been running around with Qiu Yarong all morning. After lunch, he mumbled something to Hu Yao in a daze, but she couldn’t understand. He eventually rested his head on her lap and fell asleep.

Hu Yao wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled at his sleeping face.

Both little ones were sleepy. There was a small bed in the shop, and Qiu Yingwen let them lie down and take a nap.

She had taken an order for wedding cakes two days ago, and she needed to finish them in the next few days. With the two noisy children asleep, she started working. Hu Yao and Du Ximei also helped with some small tasks.

Time flew by, and the afternoon quickly passed. In the evening, Jiang Han came to pick up Hu Yao and Jiang Xiaochao. Du Ximei also had to go home with Song Sikai.

“I’ll pay you back one egg tomorrow, and then I’ll be all even!”

Before leaving, Qiu Yarong counted on her fingers and said seriously to Jiang Xiaochao. She had taken an egg from Jiang Xiaochao to coax the little girl, and she was keeping track of it, paying it back slowly.

“Oh.” Jiang Xiaochao nodded, not knowing if the accounts were right. He held Hu Yao’s hand and skipped home.

“Dad, I caught a longan chicken today, but you weren’t here. I put it in my pocket, and it ran away after we finished eating. Rongrong said she’d let her mom make it into a pastry for you to eat.” He spoke softly to Jiang Han, who he hadn’t seen all day, seeming a little regretful that he couldn’t eat the longan chicken he caught.

“Take your claws off your mom’s hand! Can’t you walk properly? Trying to kidnap your mom?” Jiang Han wanted to kick him again. He didn’t usually see him so filial. He was so eager to catch longan chickens for his old man.

And what was going on with Tang Haofei’s daughter? Why was she so nice to him?

“Then I’ll hold your hand.” Jiang Xiaochao’s happy little steps stopped. He reluctantly let go of Hu Yao’s soft hand, went to the other side, grabbed one of Jiang Han’s fingers, and continued skipping.

“Dad, your hand is so big.”

“It hurts when you hit my butt.” Jiang Xiaochao finally understood why Jiang Han hit him on the ground.

“Why does it hurt? You’re tough as nails! Don’t you see your mom say it hurts?” Jiang Han found him annoying.

The little guy couldn’t even keep his hair still. The few strands of hair on top of his head swayed left and right in the wind.

Jiang Xiaochao had no idea his dad was so annoyed with him. He was still focused on talking to him: “It’s different! Dad, you hit my butt, Mom, Mom, you touch me!”

He thought for a moment and explained the difference. He then raised his little hand towards his butt, ready to demonstrate how he hit him and how he touched Hu Yao.

Jiang Han wasn’t paying attention and let him hit him twice.

“Are you a pervert, Jiang Fuchao?” Jiang Han kicked him away.

“Dad is like that! Dad is also a pervert!” Jiang Xiaochao snorted, put his hands behind his back, and covered his little butt that had been kicked.

“Okay, stop it, let’s go home for dinner.”

Finally, Hu Yao stopped the father and son from fighting again.

Du Ximei and Song Sikai were going home the same way. Along the way, Song Sikai kept asking Du Ximei about the child.

Du Ximei was quite happy when she saw him come, but now she found him too talkative: “If you keep talking, I’m going to go eat and sleep at my sister’s house!”

“Okay, okay! Godmother, sleep with me!” Jiang Xiaochao was very welcoming.

Song Sikai didn’t agree. He immediately shut his mouth, expressing his grievance that he wasn’t being talkative. When they reached the fork in the road, he quickly grabbed Du Ximei and walked away, not giving her a chance to sleep with Jiang Xiaochao.

“I haven’t slept with Godmother.” Jiang Xiaochao mumbled as he watched them walk away.

“You go to their house with your pillow and lie between your Godmother and Uncle Sikai.” Jiang Han didn’t care if Jiang Fuchao slept at home or not. He was sleeping alone on the second floor anyway.

“Can I?”

“Why not?”

“…”

After dinner, Jiang Xiaochao, after taking a bath, hugged his little pillow and went to tell Hu Yao that he was going to sleep at Song’s house.

Hu Yao couldn’t help but laugh. She gently told him not to disturb them.

“Why don’t you sleep with Dad and Mom today?”

“No.” Jiang Han rejected him first.

Jiang Xiaochao’s bright eyes dimmed, but he still insisted on sleeping with Hu Yao.

He hadn’t slept with Hu Yao in a long time. Compared to Du Ximei and Song Sikai, he naturally preferred to cling to Hu Yao.

After some persuasion, Jiang Xiaochao happily went into Hu Yao and Jiang Han’s room, happily placing his little pillow in the middle.

“Dad, do you want me to step on your back today? I’ll also give you a massage.” He was so enthusiastic.

What child doesn’t like to sleep with their parents? If he wasn’t so well-behaved, he might not have had his own room until now.

“Use some strength. You’ve been eating so much every day that you’ve become a ball. You only know how to eat. Your strength is like a chicken’s.” Jiang Han lay down naturally and let him step on his back, with many words of disapproval.

Jiang Xiaochao snorted when he heard him say that. He clenched his little fist, lifted his little foot, and stepped down hard.

He used too much force and accidentally stepped wrong. His little foot kicked Jiang Han on the head.

Jiang Han’s words of disapproval stopped. After a while, he got up with a black face and flipped him over.

There was a bloody taste in his mouth. The little bastard kicked him while he was talking, and he had a cut on his tongue and the corner of his mouth.

“Dad, your head is so hard! My little feet are a little sore.” Jiang Xiaochao didn’t realize the danger yet. He bent down and covered his little feet, even thinking of asking Jiang Han to blow on them, lifting his little feet towards Jiang Han.

His little feet were indeed red from the kick.

Jiang Han sneered and reached out to grab him and throw him onto the pillow. He used Hu Yao’s pillow to cover him: “Don’t live, Jiang Fuchao!”

“Ugh ugh ugh! ~Daddy~…” Jiang Xiaochao waved his little hands and feet, struggling randomly, his voice muffled.

Hu Yao hadn’t finished showering yet and was still in the bathroom when she heard the commotion between the father and son. When she came out, she saw that the bed, which she had neatly made, was messed up by the father and son.

Jiang Xiaochao, with his little butt sticking out, was trying to climb down from the bed, struggling to escape. His milky voice was tinged with urgency, trying to persuade his father to let him go: “Daddy~ Daddy~!”

“Dad your ass, who’s your dad!”

Hu Yao: “…”