Chapter 80: Dare to Tug My Erbao’s Hair?

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Dabao immediately waved his arms excitedly.

In his urgency, the word “Mama” rang out especially clear and crisp, stunning both Cheng Hongying and He Ziqing into silence.

“Oh my goodness, Qingqing, did our Dabao just say ‘Mama’?” Cheng Hongying gasped.

He Ziqing nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I heard it too. It was so clear!”

Cheng Hongying scooped Dabao up into her arms and showered him with kisses, nearly smothering him into a daze.

“My Dabao is so clever! He already knows how to say ‘Mama’. It was worth all that time Grandma spent teaching you.”

Dabao immediately regretted it. The old lady’s mouth was terrifying—she had kissed him until he drooled.

“Mama!”

Qiu Yinuo paused mid-step just as she was about to push the door open. Her eyes lit up with a sudden gleam as she threw the door open with force.

“Dabao, my precious boy, you actually learned how to say Mama!”

In the next second, Dabao was in Qiu Yinuo’s arms, the frightened look on his face not yet gone.

He clung to her clothes, still shaken, and called out again in a soft, aggrieved voice, “Mama…” His little expression was pitiful and full of longing.

Hearing the word “Mama” for the first time, Qiu Yinuo’s heart trembled.

An inexplicable wave of emotion surged through her—so this was what it felt like to be called “Mama.”

“Dabao, say it again.”

Obediently, Dabao called out once more. Then, as if one time wasn’t enough, he kept repeating it—“Mama, Mama”—over and over again.

Cheng Hongying clapped her thigh in joy. “Look at how smart our Dabao is!”

Right behind them, Jinzi couldn’t help but laugh. “Say Uncle!”

Dabao ignored him completely. This little uncle always tried to get him to call him “Dad” in secret—he was a real troublemaker.

Seeing Dabao’s proud, aloof little face that refused to acknowledge him, Jinzi deliberately muttered, “I think Dabao is a little dummy. He doesn’t even know how to say ‘Little Uncle’.”

Cheng Hongying shot him a glare. “Of course kids can say simple words like ‘Mama’ and ‘Papa’. But ‘Uncle’ is a much harder word. It’s normal that he can’t say it yet. You’re his little uncle, you should be more patient. Dabao is smart—he’ll pick it up soon.”

“Alright then. Dabao, watch my mouth. Uncle. I’m your little uncle—Mama’s younger brother. Come on, say it with me: Little Uncle!”

Dabao opened his mouth—and called out clearly, “Papa!”

Everyone froze, completely stunned.

Because Shao Chengyuan had passed away, no one in the family had ever taught Dabao the word “Papa.” For him to suddenly say it now was a huge shock to everyone—everyone except Qiu Yinuo.

However, someone else in the room suddenly felt guilty and instinctively took a step back.

That small movement did not escape Cheng Hongying’s notice.

“Dabao, what did you just call him?”

Following her grandmother’s pointed finger, Dabao looked at the sheepish little uncle and called out once more in a soft baby voice, “Papa!”

Cheng Hongying didn’t need to guess any further. She grabbed the broom from the side and charged forward.

“Qiu Qianjin, you’ve got some nerve! Spouting nonsense in front of a child!”

“Mom, calm down, I didn’t do anything.”

“Didn’t you? If you didn’t, then why did Dabao call you papa? I think you must be bored. Let me show you how I’ll deal with you. If I don’t make your backside blossom today, I won’t share the same last name as you!”

“You didn’t? Then why did Dabao call you ‘Papa’? Looks like you’ve got too much time on your hands. Just wait and see how I deal with you today! If I don’t beat your butt into blooming flowers, I’ll take your last name!” Cheng Hongying shouted furiously.

As Cheng Hongying chased her son around with the broom, Dabao burst into giggles.

Qiu Qianjin glanced back at Dabao and noticed the mischievous glint in his little eyes. For a moment, he wondered if he was seeing things.

“Dabao, you’ve really made life difficult for your little uncle.”

Dabao’s smile grew wider, and he continued calling out, “Papa, Papa!”

Cheng Hongying, even angrier now, shouted, “Qiu Qianjin, I’ve let you sit idle all day, but starting today, you’ll be helping me with the fieldwork. If you slack off again this year, I’ll make sure you don’t get any meat.”

Wuwuwu…

This time, Qiu Qianjin really wanted to cry.

How could one work without enough energy if they didn’t get any meat?

“Sis, quick, help me stop Mom!” he pleaded.

Qiu Yinuo snorted, “Serves you right!”

Letting him teach Dabao nonsense was a mistake, especially now that Dabao had seen through it. If Erbao had been there, he might’ve been misled too.

“Come on, Qingqing, let’s go back to the house.”

“Sister Yinuo, did the president of the cultural association come to find you?”

She grasped the young girl’s slightly rough hand firmly. “Don’t worry, President Chen’s issue has been resolved.”

“What?” Such a big official, and you solved it just like that? “How did you do it?”

“He’s been sent to prison. Might even be having his last meal,” she said with a calmness that shocked He Ziqing.

“That serious?” He Ziqing was extremely curious. Qiu Yinuo had no power or influence—how did she manage to bring down someone as important as President Chen?

Qiu Yinuo didn’t hide anything and explained everything she and Jinzi had done over the past few days. “Qingqing, you can go back openly now. You don’t have to fear anything. Maybe by the time you get back, the grass on his grave will have grown a meter high.”

After four months of anxiety, He Ziqing finally let out a long sigh of relief.

“Sister Yinuo, it’s truly my blessing to have met you. I don’t even know how to repay you.”

Speaking of repayment, Qiu Yinuo suddenly perked up. “Starting tomorrow, I’m going to start dieting, and slowly, I want to learn martial arts from you. You have to teach me with all your heart.”

He Ziqing nodded seriously. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything I know without holding anything back.”

Qiu Yinuo then hugged Dabao and Erbao tightly, showering them with kisses. “Dabao, Erbao, Mama missed you so much. Did you miss me?”

Seeing her again, Dabao suddenly acted proud and aloof, tilting his little head and refusing to say “Mama” again.

Erbao, as usual, wore his indifferent expression, unmoved.

After hearing Dabao call her “Mama,” Qiu Yinuo naturally hoped Erbao would do the same. She held him and tried countless times to get him to say it, but he remained completely unbothered.

Holding Erbao under the armpits, she looked him in the eyes.

“Mama. Erbao, I’m Mama.”

Erbao yawned lazily again, his tiny clenched fist relaxing. Then, without warning, he grabbed a handful of Qiu Yinuo’s long hair.

The pain felt like her scalp was being ripped off. Qiu Yinuo, clutching the baby with one hand, reached up with the other to pry his fingers loose. “Erbao, let go, or Mama’s going to get mad.”

“Hurry up. Mama being angry is serious business,” she warned.

He Ziqing also stood up. “Erbao, you can’t pull your Mama’s hair. Let go.”

But Erbao’s grip was strong, and no one dared to force it.

When a child got stubborn, there was no stopping them.

Qiu Yinuo wasn’t about to be polite. She grabbed Erbao’s hair. “This is your last chance. If you don’t let go, I’m really going to pull your hair out.”

Dabao blinked. As expected, his mama wasn’t going to let herself lose this battle.

Just then, a loud voice came from outside the door, “Qiu Yinuo, dare to pull my Erbao’s hair and see what happens?”