Chapter 1315: Chapter 1315: Child Prodigy George Song [3]
The kid’s mom got stuck with such a huge blame, you can imagine how emo (depressed) she was.
In the end, it still took George Song’s dad himself to come comfort her.
In front of the kid’s dad, the kid’s mom’s grievances got infinitely magnified, and she started complaining: "He clearly already knows how to crawl and sit, he’s just pretending, making everyone think I abuse my child."
"It’s not that serious." The kid’s dad took her hand, slowly interlacing their fingers, and what he said next really soothed her: "If the kid really doesn’t behave, giving him a little spanking is fine too. Kids are sturdy, you’re not going to break him. It’s over-pampering that’ll make him develop bad habits."
Bottom line, the kid’s dad was firmly, unwaveringly on her side.
Tang Li’s temper comes fast and goes just as fast.
What can she do, she has a reasonable, fair-minded husband.
Besides—
Back then, when George was so late to learn how to roll over, how could his dad not be worried at all?
So the one George fooled wasn’t just her.
On that point alone, the kid’s dad wouldn’t keep indulging George.
She leaned over and kissed the kid’s dad: "Thank you for believing me, hubby."
Even His Excellency the President would be very receptive to this kind of flattery.
"So how are you planning to thank your husband?"
Tang Li: ...
She wanted to say she had already thanked him, but right as the words reached her lips, she got the subtext of what the kid’s dad meant.
Right now, the couple was in the study on the second floor.
No third wheel around.
This afternoon, Song Baiyan was rare and actually free.
He’d originally been practicing calligraphy in the study.
Then his little spoiled wife came knocking to lodge a complaint.
Tang Li glanced at the clock on the wall; there was still about an hour till dinner.
They’d been married this many years and had never tried a study PLAY.
After all, the kid’s dad usually acts pretty proper.
But occasional bedroom fun is very necessary too.
Otherwise, they’d hit that seven-year itch.
Tang Li had originally been sitting sideways on Song Baiyan’s lap; now she straightened up and quickly swung a leg over him to straddle him, her hands resting on the back of the leather chair, trapping Song Baiyan between herself and the leather chair: "From now on, you’re King Anli."
This was clearly heading toward role-play.
Song Baiyan played along smoothly: "I’m King Anli, then which consort are you?"
"What consort, I’m not doing the consort thing."
As Tang Li spoke, her hands reached behind her neck, using the hair tie on her wrist to pull her long hair up. In an instant, her oval face gained a few degrees of sharp, heroic vibes. Only then did she continue: "Please call me Longyang Jun."
Song Baiyan was amused by her half-hearted cross-dressing and laughed, then said, "This kind of reverse-casting is still missing something."
Tang Li: "?"
Song Baiyan leaned forward and picked up a calligraphy brush from the inkstone.
The next second, Tang Li just felt a cold sensation on her chin.
Then at the corner of her mouth.
Noticing the ink on the brush tip, she had a bad feeling.
Song Baiyan set down the brush and stared at Tang Li’s little face, looking very satisfied with his work. "The legendary Jade-faced Little Flying Dragon is basically like this."
Tang Li: ...
Tang Li suspected she’d been pranked.
And the evidence was ironclad.
She didn’t buy that Jade-faced Little Flying Dragon crap at all. She turned sideways and grabbed Song Baiyan’s cellphone off the desk.
She used the phone screen as a mirror.
Sure enough, she saw the brand-new ’eight-shaped’ moustache on her face.
Looking more closely, it wasn’t as ugly as she’d imagined.
It actually... looked kind of handsome.
Keeping a straight face, she put the cellphone back and then opened up shop in her ’dye house’, quickly switching into character: "Since King Anli likes it this way, we’ll just keep it."
This half-baked ’Longyang Jun’ was downright hilarious.
Song Baiyan reached out, wanting to touch the back of Tang Li’s head, but Tang Li dodged: "Don’t mess up my hairstyle."
"Okay, I won’t."
Hearing this doting agreement from Song Baiyan, Tang Li actually felt a bit embarrassed.
After that, she returned to the main plot: "You don’t move first."
Seeing her so excited, naturally, Song Baiyan cooperated.
Except—
Tang Li caught the faint smile on the kid’s dad’s face and issued a stern warning: "With that attitude, you’re pushing your luck at the very edge of losing me!"
The kid’s dad listened, put away his smile, and sighed: "This Longyang Jun is a bit too domineering."
Tang Li: "..."
Immersed in their role-play, neither of them noticed—
Outside the study door, a tiny figure was peeking in.
Xiao Hua quietly twisted the doorknob open, then quietly closed the door again.
The expression on her little face was also impossible to describe.
Thinking of what she’d just seen—her mom using a dress belt to tie her dad’s hands to the chair—she observed a few seconds of silence for her dad in her heart.
But what could she do?
She was only five this year.
She totally couldn’t beat her mom.
Of course she knew—
Mom treated Dad like that because she was pissed off by her and George.
Thinking this, Xiao Hua clasped her hands behind her back and sighed.
For her and George, Dad was destined to suffer a lot in this family.
Even though her mom was getting more and more inhuman, she was still her biological mom. No matter what, it’s thanks to Mom that she and George even exist.
When she thought about how Mom went through so much pain giving birth to her and George, what else could she do but forgive Mom?
It was just Dad who was getting the short end of the stick.
With a bump on his forehead, George was playing with a balloon on the living room carpet.
Seeing his sister, he immediately let out a little "ah".
Right now, Xiao Hua had zero mood to play games with her little brother.
She watched George crawl lightning fast chasing the balloon and sighed dramatically again with her hands behind her back—
See!
No wonder her mom is her mom!
George had been scared into sprint-level crawling.
That night, before bed, Xiao Hua took the doodle book her uncle gave her and used a marker to write a crooked little life motto—
[In order to not let didi be like daddy in the future, must find didi a gentle wife, anyway, can’t let George be tied up like daddy.]
George, who accidentally exposed himself, never again enjoyed VVVip treatment in this household from that day on.
When George was nine months old, his mom started demanding that he learn to walk.
Sadly, the person involved did not cooperate.
Tang Li looked at George, whose nanny was holding him up under his armpits while his two little lotus-root legs curled up, refusing to touch the ground, and she directly confiscated his lunchtime milk right in front of Comrade Xiao Song.
George: "..."
"Madam, this isn’t good." The nanny couldn’t bear it.
The kid’s still so little, what if he gets too hungry?
Of course Tang Li wasn’t actually going to deprive him of milk; she was just using it to ’motivate’ George, but on the surface she didn’t budge: "He’s such a big man already, it’s time to wean."
Nanny: ...
"Ah!" George looked at his mom.
The nanny brightened: "Madam, Young Master George is calling you!"
As she spoke, she pointed at Tang Li and taught the baby, "Ma-ma! This is Ma-ma!"
George followed up: "Ben!"
"Not ’boom’, it’s Ma—ma—"
George: "Ma, ma."
"Ben (stupid), dan (egg)!"
Tang Li: (ﾉ｀□´)ﾉ⌒┻━┻
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ps: Tang Xiaoli with the painted moustache can be visualized using Cecilia Cheung’s look in "Cat and Mouse".
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