“Woof—!”
Jiang Fuyue was jolted awake by a barking dog.
She opened the bedroom door to see Han Ting dragging Little Mang downstairs by the leash.
Hearing the noise, he instinctively turned his head and locked eyes with Jiang Fuyue. The teenager froze.
Little Mang took the chance to wriggle free and ran to her feet, rubbing up against her wildly.
Tail wagging like a windmill.
“Stupid dog! Come down with me!”
“Woof—” You’re the stupid one!
A vein popped on Han Ting’s forehead. “Believe it or not, I’ll take away all your snacks!”
“Woof woof—” Whatever, you already did!
Furious, the teenager stomped in place and pointed at Little Mang, ready to hurl more threats— Only to catch sight of Jiang Fuyue’s faintly amused expression from the corner of his eye, instantly flustering him.
“What are you laughing at? Is it that funny?!”
Jiang Fuyue nodded calmly: “Yeah. Usually it’s people bullying dogs, but today’s the first time I’ve seen a dog bully a person. Pretty entertaining.”
“You—!”
She tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing: “What?”
“I’m not gonna waste my time on you!” he huffed and stomped downstairs.
“Woof—!” Little Mang jumped and barked joyfully.
Jiang Fuyue patted its head. “Gloating, huh?”
“Woof woof woof—!”
——
Knowing Jiang Fuyue was flying to Zurich early the next day, the Grandpa insisted on seeing her off at the airport.
Han Shen: “You’re not exactly in top shape. Maybe take it easy?”
“Click your tongue at me again and I’ll show you what these old bones can still do!” Old Man Han glared.
Han Shen shrugged, not intimidated.
Han Ke came downstairs, adjusting his collar. Hearing this, he chuckled: “Dad, if you go, Yueyue will have to take care of you again. You’ll just be a burden.”
“Nonsense! I’m perfectly healthy, don’t need anyone to look after me.”
Han Heng gulped down a bite of toast: “Yueyue’s got classmates and teachers with her—what are you going for? To compare gray hair or wrinkles?”
Old Man Han: “…”
What a little brat. Not even worth scolding!
Seeing all three of his “char siu sons” object, the old man grew unhappy and turned to Jiang Fuyue for support.
“Yueyue,” he said casually, like it was no big deal, “how about Grandpa takes you to the airport tomorrow?”
Jiang Fuyue paused mid-page with her newspaper.
Old Man Han hesitated: “If it’s inconvenient for you, never mind…”
“It’s not inconvenient. If you have the time.”
“I do! Of course I do! I have plenty of time!”
He returned to the living room like a different man—chest out, head high, even humming a little tune smugly.
Han Shen and Han Ke exchanged glances.
Han Heng was more direct: “What, you just found money on your walk?”
The old man raised his chin: “Yueyue personally invited me to take her to the airport. What do you think?”
Han Shen: “You sure it was an invitation, and not just her politely agreeing after you offered?”
Old Man Han: “…”
Even getting exposed couldn’t dampen his good mood.
He marched upstairs, and slam! Shut the bedroom door.
Ten minutes later, he descended slowly in a custom-tailored tuxedo.
Polished shoes, neatly styled hair.
Han Shen: “?”
Han Ke: “!”
Han Heng whistled in admiration.
The old man beamed. At least this brat has some taste.
“I’m wearing this tomorrow to send Yueyue off—how about it?”
Han Shen: “…You sure you’re not headed to a business gala?”
Han Ke: “Or maybe a ribbon-cutting ceremony at a branch office?”
Han Heng: “You should go straight to the Competition Committee and announce a ten million yuan donation to cultivate talent for the motherland.”
The old man nodded thoughtfully: “Alright. I’ll wear this tomorrow then!”
He waved to a maid: “Iron every inch of this outfit—no creases allowed, got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
Han Shen: “…You’re really doing this?”
Han Ke: “Totally unnecessary.”
Han Heng: “Legendary!”
Old man ignored them all and whipped out his phone, snapping selfies in front of the mirror: “This angle’s nice… wait, this one’s better… composition’s perfect but expression’s off. Retake…”
Three sons: “?”
Their dad was clearly unwell.
Old Man Han took dozens of selfies, agonized over the best nine, made a collage, and posted to Moments.
Caption: Sending off my little princess tomorrow. In this outfit, I’ll be the handsomest CEO at the airport!
Instant likes and comments flooded in.
CEO A: [Old Han, you really went all out!]
Boss B: [Little princess? Since when did you have a daughter?]
Director C: [Stylish~]
The old man responded while smiling smugly.
Suddenly, he glanced at his three sons lounging on the sofa— “Why haven’t you liked my post yet? Yueyue already did!”
Han Shen: “…I’ll do it now.”
Han Ke instantly grabbed his phone: “Liking—done.”
Han Heng: “Should I use my celeb influence to repost it on Weibo?”
Old Man Han actually considered it: “…Nah, can’t be bothered to add so many WeChat contacts. Next time.”
Next time?!
Han Shen immediately shot Han Heng a glare: If you can’t say anything helpful, shut it!
Old Man Han: “Liking’s not enough. Leave a comment too.”
“…Okay.”
Han Shen: 【As long as you’re happy.】
Han Ke: 😊
Han Heng: 【Shouting mad support for CEO Han, the OG boss!】
Old Man Han beamed: “Ooh! Mom commented too—”
Before he could finish, his eyes lit up and he eagerly checked.
Wife: [Is this really Han Qishan?]
He replied immediately: 【It’s me.】
Wife: [Act your age.]
Old Man Han: “?”
Han Shen’s eye twitched, barely holding back a laugh.
Han Ke stared at the ceiling. Deep breaths… deep breaths…
Only Han Heng laughed out loud: “Pfft—HAHAHAHA! Dad, you got roasted by Mom!”
Old Man Han glared: “…You looking to get smacked?”
“Anyway, Yueyue’s looking for today’s paper. I’ll go bring it to her!” He bolted out faster than a rabbit.
Han Shen stood up: “Cough! Just remembered—something urgent at work.”
Han Ke: “Yeah, tons of reports to read—gotta go.”
—
In the garden
Jiang Fuyue took the newspaper from Han Heng.
Front page: Unknown Virus from F Continent May Have Reached M Continent.
“Thanks, Little Uncle.”
Han Heng sat across from her. “Why do you like reading this kind of news?”
Without looking up, Jiang Fuyue skimmed line by line. “Then what kind of news do you think I should read?”
“Don’t most girls your age like celebrity gossip or fashion tips?”
She looked up.
Han Heng froze: “…Did I say something wrong?”
“Little Uncle,” she said seriously, “caring about national affairs is everyone’s duty.”
“Oh…” He scratched his head awkwardly. Getting schooled by his niece—what a day.
“Then I’ll read it too, from now on.”
Jiang Fuyue nodded and set the paper aside.
“You’re done?”
“Finished reading.”
The article only skimmed over the expert team and didn’t go into detail.
—
That afternoon, Han Ting invited classmates over.
They grilled BBQ in the small garden and brought out two VR game consoles.
“Whoa! Brother Ting really is something—your garden’s bigger than my whole house.”
“This VR setup is top-tier! Must’ve cost a fortune.”
“D*mn! Cool, rich, and ruthless—our Brother Ting has it all.”
These were Han Ting’s little fanboys, calling him “brother” left and right.
But some boys from a rival class, who normally didn’t get along with him, had tagged along uninvited. They claimed they wanted to see if his house was really that fancy.
Han Ting couldn’t take the provocation, so he snapped: “Fine, come. Who’s afraid?”
So they came.
And then—
“It’s alright, about the same as my house.”
“Nice console, but it’s not the latest. We’re on G9 now.”
“No infinity pool? I’ve got two.”
“This BBQ pit smokes too much. No ventilation system?”
“Not enough exotic flowers.”
“The soil’s not five-color blend.”
“These stone tables and stools are actually stone? At least go for jade, right?”
Han Ting clenched his fists.
But he held back.
His fanboys didn’t, though. Brother Ting was their boss—how could they let some punks insult him like this?!
“Hey! What kind of BS are you guys spouting?”
“Watch your mouth.”
“If you’re so tough, let’s compete on something real!”
The rival group’s leader stepped up, arms crossed and smirking: “Sure. What are we competing in?”
“Grades!” one of the fanboys piped up.
“Hahaha—you serious? Didn’t Han Ting rank at the bottom last semester?”
Fanboy: “Who said anything about him? Let’s compare relatives—that’s way more exciting!”
“What?”
“Do you know who Brother Ting’s sister is?”
Everyone: “?”
“Jiang—Fuyue—!”
