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Old Zhao immediately turned and walked towards the backyard. One moment he was joking with me, and the next he was grabbing my ear, kicking and hitting me!
I was still trying to figure out what was happening when Old Zhao suddenly seemed unhinged, his demeanor shifting as if he had lost his mind. It felt like everyone around us was acting just as crazy.
"Ouch, Old Zhao, what are you doing? Be gentle, it hurts!"
Old Zhao snorted in response, "Does it hurt? Good! Who told you to be my son? I can hit you whenever I want, no need for a reason!"
What could I say? What else was there to say? His words were rough but made sense; when it came to disciplining a son, there’s no need for justification. Damn it! When I have a son in the future, I’ll hit him whenever I feel like it too!
Being dragged through the living room like a little chick in front of so many people made me feel embarrassed. Ouyang Zhirou saw me and burst into laughter, completely different from how she acted when she saw me outside.
“Dad, I brought this little rascal over for you,” Old Zhao said before slipping away. I covered my ears and shot a glare at his retreating figure.
“Ah, this is Ouyang Xiong’s daughter,” someone said.
Before Old Zhao could finish speaking, I nodded and replied, “Yes, I know Ouyang Zhirou. She even kissed me once.”
I spoke so casually, but Ouyang Xiong and Ouyang Zhirou instantly exploded with shock. This whole situation had already put Ouyang Xiong in a difficult position, and here I was bringing it up again—like pouring salt on an open wound.
Ouyang Zhirou didn’t seem to realize that I would keep mentioning this incident as if she had suffered some great injustice. Please! There are plenty of people who would love to be kissed by her; why would she feel wronged?
She immediately turned to Old Zhao and pouted, “Grandpa, look at him!”
“Cut it out! That’s my grandpa! Do you think reporting me to him will work? Do you even know what blood is thicker than water?”
In an instant, a pair of slippers flew towards my face at lightning speed; I barely had time to dodge before they hit me squarely on the nose.
“You little rascal, come here! You’re just like your deadbeat father—never learning anything good!”
Old Zhao dragged me into the study.
I couldn’t understand why he was treating me like this! Who do you think you are, Grandpa? Why are you siding with her?
With a loud bang, he slammed the study door shut. I expected a lecture from Old Zhao, but instead he said something surprising: “So you’re quite the little rascal! How did that happen? Tell Grandpa all about it!”
At that moment, I deeply understood what it meant to inherit traits from one’s parents.
With someone playing the villain, there must be someone else playing the good cop; my grandmother was fussing over Ouyang Zhirou while Old Zhao took Ouyang Xiong into another room to discuss some matters. In this world, there are no permanent enemies.
Li Hong had already dived into the kitchen and started bustling about.
As I vividly described, Old Zhao, with a face full of satisfaction, let me out. But just as I stepped out of the study, I heard him say, "Zhi Rou, let me show you some pictures of our Xiao Lun when he was little."
Perhaps it was the innate curiosity of girls that made them so eager for such things. The moment my grandmother said this, she readily agreed, and a glint of mischief flashed in her eyes.
"This one is from when he was little, trying to steal food from the puppy in our village!"
My instinctive reaction was panic! How could my grandmother reveal my childhood antics to her? If this got out, I would have no face left in front of Ouyang Zhirou.
Oh no! Grandma, please don't!
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