Chapter 5: 第5章 ，小孤儿就是好养活

Chi Wenting saw her calling him "Daddy" again, frowned, picked her up, and corrected her.

"I told you, I am your uncle, not your daddy."

"Your daddy is still back in the village having sons."

Chengcheng *Daddy, you’re going to regret saying that in the future.*

But Chi Wenting clearly couldn't understand her, assuming she was just a baby who couldn't comprehend human speech.

He pinched Chengcheng’s chubby little cheek with his large hand and asked, "Did you take good care of my daughter today?"

"If you didn't, you won't get any milk."

Chengcheng Her little round face puffed up in anger as she glared at him and let out a "Hmph~."

If I don't get to drink it, then I won't!

She threw the milk bottle onto the floor, really refusing to drink it.

Chi Wenting let out a scoff. "Are you provoking me?"

"Even if you don't want to drink it, I’m going to make you drink it."

He picked up the bottle and tried to feed it to her, but Chengcheng went "Pfft, pfft, pfft," spitting it out and spraying saliva all over Chi Wenting’s face...

"You."

Chi Wenting squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. "Are you bullying me?"

Chengcheng shook her little head triumphantly. "La la la~" *I am bullying you!*

*Who told you to bully me first!*

Chi Wenting’s expression grew colder, scaring Chengcheng into thinking he was going to hit her.

But then, Chi Wenting shouted angrily, "Mom!! This little brat is bullying me!"

Old Mrs. Chi replied perfunctorily from afar, "She’s doing that because she likes you; just put up with it."

Chi Wenting couldn't help but purse his lips, sulking.

Seeing him like this, Chengcheng chewed on her chubby little hand, wondering if she had gone too far.

Just as she was about to crawl over to apologize, she saw Chi Wenting pick up Tiantian.

He complained to Tiantian, "Little White Rabbit, this little brat is bullying me. Hurry up and hit her to get revenge for Daddy!"

Tiantian was sucking on her pacifier, her big eyes filled with confusion.

"Da?"

*Who is Little White Rabbit?*

*Who is the little brat?*

*I don't know them.*

Seeing her silly, sweet expression, Chi Wenting sighed. "You really are just like your mother, looking not very bright."

Tiantian seemed to understand that sentence, and immediately let out a "Waaa~," crying in anger.

Old Master Chi gave him a sharp rap on the head.

"Are you sick in the head? Why are you saying things like that for no reason? Don't you know you shouldn't belittle children!"

Chi Wenting rubbed his aching head. "I thought she couldn't understand."

Old Master Chi was furious. "Can't understand? They’re just small, not stupid! Your mouth has become more and more annoying since you started working at the company!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to strike again.

Old Mrs. Chi hurried over to play the peacemaker.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. The children will learn from you if they see this."

The father and son looked at the carpet simultaneously. Sure enough, the two children were sitting side-by-side, their big, round eyes staring at them as if they were truly learning.

The two men immediately separated. Afraid that the children would pick up their habits, they didn't dare to argue anymore.

"Ahem, well, Chengcheng, Tiantian, Grandpa was just playing around with your daddy. We get along great, don't learn from us, okay?"

Chi Wenting also huffed awkwardly, "Who wants to argue with you anyway."

Old Mrs. Chi rolled her eyes at him. "Children have strong imitation skills. In the future, think before you do anything; don't set a bad example for the kids."

The father and son looked disdainful on the surface, but they both took it to heart.

Chengcheng found it amusing. She suddenly felt that her father was quite funny when he was young, so she crawled over and hugged Chi Wenting’s calf.

She felt that with her father’s awkward personality, it would be faster if she took the initiative to build a relationship with them.

Seeing her clinging to him again, Chi Wenting asked strangely, "Didn't you hate me just a moment ago? Why are you clinging to me again?"

*Does she have the memory of a fish?*

*If that’s the case, this little orphan doesn't seem very bright either. Looks like it was a waste to bring her back.*

Chengcheng:...

*I’m starting to hate you again, stinky Daddy.*

Chi Wenting didn't care about her disdain. He picked up Tiantian, thought for a moment, then hoisted Chengcheng up as well, and took them to eat.

Dinner was rich, mainly to celebrate the arrival of the two little ones.

Both Chengcheng and Tiantian could eat solid food now.

Auntie Fang and Old Mrs. Chi each fed one.

Chengcheng had been hungry for a while and ate as soon as she opened her mouth.

Tiantian, however, didn't really like solid food and just wanted her bottle.

Old Mrs. Chi coaxed her patiently, and she only managed to eat a few more bites.

"Be good, you need to eat solid food to get nutrients. Look at Chengcheng, see how happily she’s eating."

Seeing Chengcheng eating with such gusto and a good appetite, Tiantian finally opened her mouth, wanting to imitate her.

Chi Wenting didn't expect the silly Tiantian to just copy Chengcheng, so he said with disdain, "No ambition."

He looked at Chengcheng, who had a good appetite, and let out a cold, aloof snort, though he couldn't help but give a backhanded compliment.

"It's alright, I guess little orphans are easy to raise."

*Eat whatever is given.*

This made Chengcheng want to glare at him again.

Chi Wenting found her anger amusing and reached out to pull her little tuft of hair.

"If you have the guts, bite me."

"Ah-da-da-da-da!!"

Chengcheng glared at him with milk-fueled ferocity, clenching her chubby little fists to warn him not to touch her hair.

Chi Wenting laughed out loud, in a great mood, and even ate an extra bowl of rice.

Old Mrs. Chi watched, pleased.

If she had known her son liked children so much, she would have brought back a few more.

Chi Wenting:...

*Don't.*

He didn't like children; he just simply found this little orphan amusing. He wouldn't be interested in any other orphans.

Other orphans:...We didn't provoke any of you.

At night.

Old Mrs. Chi personally held Tiantian to coax her to sleep.

She had spent the whole day with Tiantian, who had slowly adapted to her and was now willing to be put to sleep by her.

But when it came time to sleep, she still looked for Chengcheng.

Chengcheng didn't need anyone to coax her; she lay directly in the crib, her little eyelids drooping, already drifting off.

Tiantian was also very sleepy. She turned over to hug her, resting her little head on Chengcheng, and fell asleep as well.

Old Mrs. Chi looked at the two children, liking them more the longer she watched.

She said to Auntie Fang, "It’s so lively with children in the house."

"Wenting and the old man haven't eaten together in a long time, and we haven't heard their laughter in ages either."

Now that the children had arrived, both the old and the young were laughing so happily. It was clear these two children were the joy of the house.

Auntie Fang nodded in agreement.

"Yes, if Miss Lan were okay, perhaps she could have had a few more children with the young master, and the house would be even livelier."

Old Mrs. Chi sighed. "I’ve come to terms with their situation. If Lan Jiaojiao can wake up, Wenting can marry her if he wants."

Originally, Old Master Chi wanted to help his sons choose wives.

But Chi Wenting and Chi Jianghe were clearly not the obedient type.

When they were young, they were obedient because they were powerless to resist.

Now that they were grown and had "hardened wings," they naturally didn't want to obey the family's orders anymore; they were becoming more rebellious by the day.

"Anyway, I’m done worrying about it. Now I’ll just focus on raising Chengcheng and Tiantian well and see what happens when they get a bit older."

Just as she was speaking, Chi Wenting walked in.

He walked over, looked at the two little radishes sleeping in the crib, and snorted.

"So clingy."

Despite his words of disdain, his hands were just as annoying, reaching out to pinch the children's chubby little cheeks.

Old Mrs. Chi was afraid he would wake them up, so she swatted his "pig hands" away and lowered her voice, "Don't wake them up!"

It had been so hard to get them to sleep; if they started crying again, she would be the one crying.

Chi Wenting huffed, but ultimately withdrew his hand.

He gave an arrogant snort, "If you won't let me look, then I'm going back to sleep."

With that, he turned and left without looking back.

(End of chapter)