Chapter 187: All Are Scoundrels

Qin Siyuan, two years older than Qiu Yarong, shoved her hard, causing her to fall to the ground, scraping her little hand.

“You little punk, you hit my daughter?!” Tang Haofei was heartbroken and quickly scooped up Qiu Yarong. Seeing her scraped hand bleeding, his brows furrowed tighter. “Does it hurt? Daddy will blow on it for you.”

He looked down at the little girl in his arms, his eyes filled with worry. He was afraid she might cry and didn’t bother to confront Qin Siyuan, the little scoundrel, for the time being. He softened his voice and coaxed her.

Qiu Yarong didn’t want to cry, but she was furious. She didn’t bother correcting his frequent use of the term “Daddy” and broke free from his arms, pouncing on Qin Siyuan to seek revenge. Her expression was fiercely fierce.

“You hit Rongrong!” Jiang Xiaochao and Xiaoya, seeing this, were also unhappy and jumped in together.

In a blink of an eye, the little ones were all tangled up in a chaotic mess.

It took several minutes to pull them apart.

Hu Xiujie sternly told Qin Siyuan to apologize to Qiu Yarong. Qin Siyuan clenched his tiny fists, but eventually, under Hu Xiujie’s increasingly cold gaze, he reluctantly apologized to Qiu Yarong, his eyes turning red.

It was clearly they who provoked him first!

Hu Xiujie wasn’t helping him at all now!

“I’ll beat you up next time!” Qiu Yarong snorted in displeasure. Her little face was a bit arrogant at the moment.

Her hand was scraped, and after the fight, she wanted to go to Qiu Yingwen to whine.

“Sister Rong, shall I put some ointment on for you?”

Tang Haofei, the father, was practically groveling to Qiu Yarong.

“No, I want Mommy to put it on for me!” Qiu Yarong shook her head, refusing and skipping off to find Qiu Yingwen.

Tang Haofei followed her. Hu Yao, helpless, fixed Jiang Xiaochao’s messy hair and clothes and took him and Xiaoya back to the room to wash their hands and faces.

“Mommy, where’s little brother?” Jiang Xiaochao looked up at Hu Yao with a cute face and asked.

“Little brother is asleep.” Hu Yao carefully wiped his soft, fleshy little face, smiling at Xiaoya beside him and pinching his cheek. “Don’t fight with Xiaoya, you bad boy.”

“I didn’t, I’m not a bad boy.” Jiang Xiaochao pouted in grievance, feeling wronged.

“Chaochao is not a bad boy.” Xiaoya shook her head, defending Jiang Xiaochao, softly and earnestly saying that she was the one who fought because Qin Siyuan bullied Qiu Yarong.

“Yeah, Qin Siyuan is the bad boy.” Hu Xiujie smiled and re-braided her messy braid.

Seeing her gentle demeanor towards Xiaoya, and her agreement that he was bad, Qin Siyuan felt both wronged and angry. He couldn’t help but want to yell at Hu Xiujie.

The next second, he saw Jiang Han.

He quickly shrunk behind Hu Xiujie, feeling wronged.

“Jiang Fuchao, did you go dig coal with Zhao Jiaxing?” Looking at Jiang Fuchao, who was covered in dirt from rolling around all morning, Jiang Han was full of disgust. He walked to Hu Yao’s side and flicked his forehead.

“You can’t even wash it clean, let alone wipe it. Throw it away!” This scoundrel probably went to play with ashes, his whole body was black.

“Dad!” Jiang Xiaochao covered his little forehead, groaning in pain.

He did go play with ashes, and he even painted the outside wall of the courtyard black, drawing a bunch of messy pictures.

But his dad didn’t know about it today, and he didn’t pay much attention to what he was doing today because his dad was glued to Hu Yao’s side today.

He had been hearing Jiang Han mention Zhong Jinghuai every day, and today, Jiang Xiaochao finally met him.

He thought this Zhong Father was pretty good, he was really kind to him. He wasn’t fierce when talking to him, he gave him gifts, and when he saw his little hands were dirty, he patiently helped him peel an egg.

Jiang Xiaochao just didn’t know why Jiang Han hated him so much.

“Don’t throw me away.” Jiang Xiaochao wiped his dirty arms himself, indicating that he could still be kept after cleaning.

“Throw you away with your brother!” Jiang Han swatted away his head as he approached.

These two brothers are all scoundrels.

Jiang Fuchao was, and Jiang Fuheng was too. Jiang Fuchao was fine, he had always been such a scoundrel, but what was wrong with Jiang Fuheng, wasn’t he supposed to be aloof and ignore people? Why was he smiling so happily at Zhong Jinghuai with his mouth open?

He should grow two more teeth, he would smile them all off.

That thing had been raised for a month, and he hadn’t even seen him smile at his own father!

Throw them all away!

“Don’t always say such things.” Hu Yao gave him a swat.

Ever since Zhong Jinghuai came, he had been acting like he was protecting himself from a wolf, even though it was he who invited him.

Hu Yao also knew that he was still brooding over Jiang Fuheng’s smiling at Zhong Jinghuai.

It was funny and strange, he was so small, he ate and slept all day, and he rarely smiled at Hu Yao, but today, he let Zhong Jinghuai hold him, and he suddenly laughed so happily.

Of course, Jiang Han was unhappy. He felt that Jiang Xiaochao was better than him at that moment.

It was a lively day. Hu Yao changed Jiang Xiaochao into clean clothes and then started the feast. The little protagonist, Jiang Fuheng, was still asleep, but Hu Yao held him out to toast with everyone.

Everyone cheered and congratulated, clinking glasses, full of joy and celebration.

Hu Yao’s smile never faded.

“What’s wrong with Wenwenjie? Why is her face so red?”

During the feast, Du Ximei noticed Qiu Yingwen, who looked out of sorts, and asked with concern.

At first, she thought she had had a few too many drinks, but then she realized something was wrong.

Du Ximei stared blankly as she grabbed Qiu Yingwen’s hand that was touching her belly.

She only realized now that she had talked to Qiu Yingwen for so long, and Qiu Yingwen hadn’t paid any attention to her. Now, she was acting strangely, touching her.

Looking at her eyes, they were hazy, and her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness.

“Wenwenjie?” Du Ximei gently patted her.

“It’s so hot.” Qiu Yingwen sighed uncomfortably, her mind not quite clear. She only felt a fire burning in her body, getting hotter and hotter.

“Water…”

Her strange appearance made Du Ximei frown. Song Sikai didn’t know where he went to get something for her.

Seeing her trying to tear off her clothes, Du Ximei quickly grabbed her hand again and pulled her back into the room amidst the noisy crowd.

“Sister Wenwen, wait a minute.” Du Ximei pressed her down on the sofa, first poured her a glass of water, then went to wipe her face with a wet towel, intending to call Song Sikai to take her to the hospital later.

Her current appearance was clearly wrong.

The coolness of the water slid down her throat, and Qiu Yingwen became slightly more conscious. She nodded at Du Ximei’s words: “Hmm…so hot, wash my face…”

The little bit of coolness dissipated, and she felt hot all over again.

Du Ximei hurried to get a wet towel.

But in just a minute, she rushed back and couldn’t find Qiu Yingwen!

“Wife, slow down, slow down!”

Song Sikai saw her running around anxiously with her belly, he was scared, he shouted and ran over to hold her hand.

“Where’s Sister Wenwen?!” Du Ximei was very anxious, and also annoyed. She shouldn’t have left Qiu Yingwen alone, if something really happened…

Du Ximei thought, tears welled up in her eyes from worry.