He Tried to Bully the Wrong Adult—So the Kids Diagnosed Him Dead

Xie Yaoyao’s face was flushed pink.
The entire little person hid under the blanket, looking a bit shy.
He let out a small huff at Ning Shixue.
‘I not scared!’

Truly the offspring of a CEO.
At just three and a half, he had already mastered the essence of being a tsundere.

Little Tangyuan next to him also hid under the blanket, only a pair of eyes watching them.

Was it really okay to not be brave?

He didn’t yet understand what envy was, but he was very envious of the little hat and little monster by Xie Yaoyao’s pillow.

The bullet comments fell silent for a moment.

It was absurd.
Ning Shixue seemed like he was still the same reckless little madman as before, yet he was also completely different.

Tang Haohao vigorously rubbed his eyes and finally stopped crying too.
Tang He’an pulled him out of bed to wash his face.

Ning Shixue’s whole body felt slightly feverish.
He didn’t know if it was because the cold rain had slapped his face indiscriminately earlier.
He had a sense of foreboding and quickly burrowed under the blanket.

Xie Yaoyao insisted on sleeping right next to Little Tangyuan, forcing Ning Shixue, separated by two children, to be next to Ji Qing.

His toes curled under the blanket.

What kind of mess was this.

Xie Yaoyao and the others weren’t asleep yet.
The two little ones were doing something—you pinch me, I pinch you.
Little Tangyuan was more timid, so most of the time, Xie Yaoyao was pinching his chubby flesh while he obediently let it happen.

Little children don’t know their own strength.
Ning Shixue poked Xie Yaoyao’s little bottom.
‘Don’t pinch him too hard.’

But before Xie Yaoyao could speak, Ji Xiao blinked his big eyes and said obediently,
No, Little Ning Gege.
We doing massage.

Massage!
Xie Yaoyao also shook his little head.

Ning Shixue: “…”

What kind of massage was that?

Ning Shixue simply asked him,
‘Don’t want to sleep?
Want me to play with you for a bit?’

Play what?
Xie Yaoyao pouted.

Ning Shixue leaned his pale cheek against the pillow, his lips a stark red.
His eyelashes curved, his smile tinged with mischief.
He crooked a finger at Xie Yaoyao and commanded,
‘Sit up.’

Xie Yaoyao stood up in a daze.
He wore baby pajama pants, his chubby little feet planted on the pillow.

‘Turn around.’
Ning Shixue’s cool, pale, slender finger traced a circle in the air.

Xie Yaoyao looked down and pattered around in a circle.

Ning Shixue stretched out a hand to him.
‘Shake hands.’

Xie Yaoyao plopped down, giggling, then grabbed Ning Shixue’s hand and pressed it under his little belly.

Ning Shixue curled his knuckle and tickled his little tummy.
Then said,
‘Lie down.’

Xie Yaoyao tilted his little head to the side and lay flat on the pillow, not moving.
But his big, dark eyes were still blinking with unusual excitement, waiting for Ning Shixue’s next command.

Yet it didn’t come.

It was already past eleven.
During the day, they had climbed mountains and gone to the strawberry farm.
The little ones were actually already tired but had been forcing themselves to stay awake from overexcitement.

Now, touching the pillow, Xie Yaoyao’s eyelashes fluttered.
His whole body grew heavy, and he fell asleep.

The first child to fall asleep.

[…]

[My silence is deafening.]

[Thank you.
I am thoroughly convinced.
If I ever curse Ning Shixue again, I’ll be a little dog.]

[Xie Xiaogou: Who cursing me?]

[Help, I’m laughing so hard my mom came to hit me in the middle of the night.]

The other guests nearby were also stunned.

He Lin, eager to try, raised a hand to Miaomiao.
Sit up.

Daddy,
He Miaomiao gave him a complicated look.
‘You’re the little dog.’

He Lin: “…”

Kids grow up and become harder to fool.

Xie Yaoyao fell asleep, so no one was pinching him.
Little Tangyuan finally couldn’t hold on any longer and closed his eyes too.

He Lin carried Miaomiao to their room.

Before leaving, He Miaomiao hugged his neck and said enviously,
Daddy, when can you be as awesome as Little Ning Gege?
You can’t even fight wolves.

He Lin: “…”

He Lin couldn’t help but shed bitter tears again.
Was proving paternal love this dangerous these days?

The little ones finally all started to sleep.

Ning Shixue lowered his eyelashes.
He lay there for a while.
When everyone’s breathing gradually evened out, he finally fell completely asleep.

–

The rain stopped by midnight.
The next day, the director came early again with his loudspeaker, calling for everyone.

Ning Shixue’s eyelids felt heavy; he nearly couldn’t get up.
It was only with Xie Yaoyao pulling his hand with all his might that he managed to sit up.
His face was even paler than last night, the corners of his eyes a drunken red.

What are we doing today?
Ning Shixue asked, his voice hoarse.

As soon as he spoke, he realized his voice sounded muffled and his nose was stuffy.

Tang He’an was putting on clothes nearby, paused, and asked,
Do you have a cold?

He was almost forty now and had changed his opinion of Ning Shixue a lot.
To him, Ning Shixue wasn’t much different from Xie Yaoyao.

They both seemed young.

Seems like it,
Ning Shixue sniffled.

It had rained last night.
Ning Shixue felt cold all over, so he found a pair of gloves and a relatively thin cashmere scarf.
Half his fair face was hidden under the scarf, only his reddened nose and those beautiful eyes visible.

When they went out, they discovered there were two people behind the director.

There was a dark-skinned little boy of about six or seven, and a young man in his twenties wearing a black T-shirt and black cargo pants, with dyed white hair.

First, let me introduce everyone,
the director led the applause.
This is the special guest for the first episode of ‘Let’s Go, Baby!’—Teacher Qiu Mingchuan!

Qiu Mingchuan greeted them.
Hello, everyone.

Only then did Ning Shixue remember this person.

The scum gong’s lackey.

It was him who, a few nights ago at the bar, egged Xie Hanzhou on to make the original host jump into the sea.

Although Xie Hanzhou also acted, his main thing was his band and singing.
Qiu Mingchuan was the drummer in his band.

The children of the Xie family started learning opera as soon as they could talk, mostly specializing in Peking opera female roles (qingyi).
Xie Hanzhou’s maternal grandfather, Liao Qingchi, was a famous Peking opera performing artist in the country.

He was upright and strict, even with Xie Hanzhou and the others.

Learning opera trained both body posture and eye expression.
Plus, Xie Hanzhou had a handsome face.
Even with little acting skill, his presence alone could overshadow many male stars.
His fame was no accident.

Qiu Mingchuan formed a band with Xie Hanzhou in high school.
When Xie Hanzhou became famous, he rode the wave of success.

Until recently, when he was involved in a scandal with a popular actress.

The woman was pregnant.
He didn’t want to take responsibility.
But a hospital check revealed the child couldn’t be aborted.
The woman’s manager made a quick decision, forcing Qiu Mingchuan to step up and take responsibility.

Qiu Mingchuan was at his wit’s end.
His agent was also furious with him.
In the end, they could only acknowledge the relationship, then packed Qiu Mingchuan off to this variety show, hoping to give him a new persona.
Maybe they could still salvage his fan base and public image.

Today’s task is to collect seashells at the beach!
The more you collect, the better the rewards!
After handing out the task cards, the director introduced the little boy.
This is Jiang Yu.
He’ll accompany everyone later.

Jiang Yu wasn’t shy at all and took a step forward.

Actually, the other side of this mountain was the sea.
But taking a bus would take several hours.
By train, it was only two or three stops away.
The program team had many people and chartered a train car.

They first left the village and headed to the train station at the foot of the mountain.

Ning Shixue, wrapped in his scarf, walked at the very back.
His complexion really didn’t look right.
He Lin also went over to ask him,
Are you not feeling well?

Ning Shixue shook his head.

You don’t remember me?
I went to your wedding,
He Lin avoided the cameraman and lowered his voice to speak to him.
I’m Xie Zhaozhou’s senior martial brother.

Ning Shixue: “…”

This was awkward.
He himself hadn’t attended his own wedding.

Seeing he didn’t respond, He Lin didn’t press further.

But he did remind Ning Shixue.

Only then did Ning Shixue remember Xie Zhaozhou still hadn’t replied to his message.
He didn’t know if he was planning to settle accounts later.

The look in Qiu Mingchuan’s eyes next to him was odd.

Ning Shixue still hadn’t proactively acknowledged him, and He Lin was actually bothering with Ning Shixue?

The original host was the ultimate simp.
Not only did he fawn over Xie Hanzhou, but he also took care of Xie Hanzhou’s friends.
At nightclubs and lounges, he’d pour drinks when told, light cigarettes when asked.

He didn’t know what Xie Hanzhou thought, but being served by Ning Shixue was extremely satisfying.
Who could blame him, with a face that didn’t pale even among the beauties of the entertainment industry.

Ning Shixue.
Qiu Mingchuan held back, then finally called him proactively.

Ning Shixue’s voice was cool and indifferent.
‘What?’

Having been watched by various monsters in game instances, he was particularly sensitive to that kind of gaze.
He had noticed Qiu Mingchuan staring at him earlier but couldn’t be bothered.
He hadn’t expected Qiu Mingchuan to persist.

Qiu Mingchuan was taken aback.
Hindered by the camera, he lowered his voice, his tone unfriendly.
Who are you talking to?

It was the first time he’d seen Ning Shixue treat him with this attitude.

‘To you,’
Ning Shixue said, his whole demeanor lazy.
‘I suggest you go to the hospital for any eye problems as soon as possible.
Otherwise, this show’s fee might not be enough for your treatment.’

He didn’t lower his voice.
The cameraman clearly recorded what he said.

[??? Why suddenly turn hostile?
Wasn’t Ning Shixue on good terms with Qiu Mingchuan?]

[Ning Shixue was chasing Xie Hanzhou, right?
Didn’t he try to please everyone connected to Xie Hanzhou?]

[So what’s the situation now?
Don’t tell me he’s given up on Xie Hanzhou.
I’d die laughing.]

Qiu Mingchuan’s face flushed red and then pale.
He never expected Ning Shixue to immediately deny him face.
His agent had repeatedly warned him not to cause trouble on the show.
His throat moved.
He could only force an awkward laugh.
I was just saying hello.

He Miao and the other little ones, following Jiang Yu, weaved through the adults.

Hearing Ning Shixue talk to Qiu Mingchuan, He Miao asked Qiu Mingchuan curiously,
Gege, your eyes sick?

Qiu Mingchuan: “…”

I am Tiga!
Tang Haohao also pounced over.
I come cure you!

…No need, no need,
Qiu Mingchuan hurriedly declined.

No be polite,
Tang Haohao patted his little chest.
My mama said, sick must say, then go hospital.
Otherwise, later need surgery, very scary.

Ji Xiao, who had been listening quietly, also couldn’t help but speak up, asking softly,
Gege, you not enough money?

His mother’s hospital stay had cost a lot of money.

Qiu Mingchuan’s face darkened further.
Then Xie Yaoyao suddenly pattered over.

He dared to give Ning Shixue a cold look, but he couldn’t afford to provoke the Xie family’s little treasure.
He could only let Xie Yaoyao grab his wrist.

What are you doing?
He Miao asked curiously.

The original host often drank Chinese medicine and had invited old Chinese doctors to the house for pulse diagnosis.
Xie Yaoyao would lie beside them and learn.

Now he was a mature doctor.

The baby fat on Xie Yaoyao’s face puffed out with each breath.
He pinched seriously for a while, then said,
‘You no pulse.’

Qiu Mingchuan: “…”