SFBF CH92

In the past, when there were only Ao Zai and his little dad at home, Ao Zai would also frequently come over here to keep his little dad company while he played games.

Back then, big dad was in the hospital and older brother was at school; as a single cub, whenever Ao Zai felt at a loss, he would run to his daddies’ bedroom to find his little dad.

Therefore, Ao Zai roughly knew the layout of this study; at the very least, he was completely clear about what was inside his little dad’s “gaming zone.”

Ao Zai knew that his little dad would speak into a black object called a microphone.

This way, he could communicate with the uncles and aunties on the other side.

Thus, when someone asked if the baby had arrived, Ao Zai barely thought twice and answered directly in a crisp, clear voice, It’s Ao Zai!

After all, Ao Zai was the only cute cub here!

Yet the moment his milky voice resounded, the speakers instantly went dead silent.

Everyone had stopped speaking.

A moment later, someone exhaled softly: “Oh my gosh, is it really the leader’s child? So cute~~”

Actually, Ao Zai had spoken to a few individual guild members before, but it was merely a casual sentence or two. Shen Qing wasn’t used to staying on a live microphone with people all the time, and when Ao Zai was around, it rarely coincided with large-scale guild raid activities. Therefore, having so many guild members online right when the leader’s baby happened to be present was a first-time occurrence.

Various cries of surprise and praise continuously resounded from the speakers.

Knowing that those were all praising him, Ao Zai gradually lost himself in the compliments.

After being placed onto the chair with a “plop” by his little dad, Ao Zai simply kicked off his little slippers and scrambled up onto the desk using all four limbs.

In the past when Ao Zai came over, because there wasn’t an extra chair behind the desk, his little dad would frequently lift him onto the desk as well.

The desk, crafted from solid wood, was sturdy and pressure-resistant. The desktop was wide and tidy, frequently kept spotlessly clean, making it quite comfortable to sit on.

Having climbed onto the desk by himself this time, Ao Zai found a good spot and began greeting the air: “Hello, pretty aunties and uncles!”

He was too small; even though Shen Qing had explained to him what a microphone and speakers were, Ao Zai had no concept of them.

In his big head, the voices praising him came from behind the computer, so Ao Zai would try his best to lean closer to that area to greet the uncles and aunties who praised him.

Ao Zai’s little voice was very crisp, showing zero stage fright whatsoever.

Rounds of sharp intakes of breath resounded. Someone politely returned the greeting to the baby, while someone else joked: “Don’t call me uncle, call me older brother! This older brother just graduated from university this year, I’m only 22! Still young!”

Ao Zai, who was adjusting his sitting posture with his short little legs, happened to catch this sentence. Hearing this, he tilted his small head and said, “22 years old, that’s the same age as my little dad, so you’re an uncle!”

The other side went completely silent once more.

Immediately following that, the “energetic youth” who had asked to be called older brother cried out loudly: “What, what, who is your little dad??”

Hearing this, Shen Qing felt that at a time like this, he had to actively step up and reveal his identity.

Otherwise, if Ao Zai kept talking, this cub would probably bluntly blurt out his real name and home address just to answer the question of who his little dad was…

Although he was the future “Dragon Proud Sky” protagonist in the book, the tiny Ao Zai at this moment didn’t show much of an unyielding or rebellious side. …Granted, toward people he didn’t like, Ao Zai was still considerably unyielding, proud, and delicate, giving absolutely no face.

But most of the time, Ao Zai was very cute, amiable, and approachable. As long as the people he met hadn’t provoked him, he would respond or help them very cutely and warmly.

The protagonist cub here was just this kind and blunt during his childhood.

And seemingly because he was being raised by Shen Qing, the sharp, solitary, and cold side of the little protagonist rarely showed itself anymore.

Aside from still not letting other people pinch his face and not attending kindergarten, Ao Zai seemed to have zero requirements for everything around him, possessing a very high level of acceptance.

He was always busying himself with his own things in a very cute manner, occasionally becoming fragile and wanting to look for his little dad or cling to him, but this was exactly what conformed to a child’s natural instincts.

Therefore, whether in the eyes of outsiders or Shen Qing, this was merely a flawlessly cute little milk-bundle.

Thus, having a premonition that the enthusiastic Ao Zai would directly report his ID card details, Shen Qing quickly snatched the microphone and said, “Me. His little dad is naturally me.”

Everyone: “…”

The leader’s cool but pleasant voice resounded, and the entire chat room plunged into silence once again.

After about several dozen seconds, someone finally asked tremblingly: “So Boss, you… you are 22 years old this year?”

“…What happened to ‘the kids are old enough to buy soy sauce’? What happened to the greasy middle-aged uncle??”

“The boss’s voice has always sounded very young. I kept saying it felt like he was a kid.” The one speaking was an older brother who had previously revealed his real age to be nearly 40.

This person was a veteran of the guild too, constantly living out his retirement years in the guild, and he played with pure sincerity, never hiding his real information.

Shen Qing actually hadn’t intended to deliberately hide it either, but in the past, everyone’s speculations about his age and looks were always interspersed with banter and jokes, so Shen Qing let them gossip without refuting them, and of course, he wouldn’t directly jump out to state the fact that he was young and handsome.

Today was the first time someone had asked about his age so bluntly and explicitly.

So he spoke straight too: “Just about, counting nominal age I’m already 24.”

——If it were his actual age, he should be 26.

Everyone: …

“May I ask weakly, what about that Big Boss in the leader’s family?”

At such a perfect moment for gossip, who would want to miss out!

Thus, someone asked tentatively: “How old is the Big Boss?”

“Mm?”

Having completely found his position, lying down, and propping his little legs up on the desk, Ao Zai looked at his little dad.

He frequently heard his little dad call his big dad “Big Boss,” so he felt the other side was asking about his big dad.

Thus, being very polite and answering every question asked, Ao Zai continued to reply crisply: “My big dad is very, very big!”

Everyone: “??? How big is big?…”

“That can’t be right, judging by the voice it feels like he’s very young too…”

As the other side discussed it, Ao Zai also became bewildered and uncertain again.

He couldn’t help but tilt his face up, displaying his baby fat, and asked his little dad, “Little dad, is big dad big?”

Shen Qing: “…Not that big either.”

Raising his hand to gently rub Ao Zai’s fair and tender big cheek, Shen Qing said, “Twenty-seven, I suppose.”

The other side: …Is it twenty-seven, or twenty-seven or eight?

…

Whatever it was, that wasn’t old at all!

As long as it wasn’t seventy-eight, it didn’t count as anything!

But then again, to a three- or four-year-old baby, twenty-seven or eight was indeed very old.

So Ao Zai’s description wasn’t wrong either!

It was very, very big!

The uncles and aunties on the other side, who were basically the same age as Ao Zai’s daddies and therefore felt too embarrassed to let Ao Zai call them older brother or older sister anymore, laughed uncontrollably, all exclaiming how smart the leader’s baby truly was.

They had seen the leader’s Moments and knew the leader’s family had two cubs, guessing this baby should be the younger one, so someone else teased Ao Zai: “Then what about your older brother? Why is there only you as a single cub, where is your older brother?”

Ao Zai: “Older brother isn’t here, older brother is studying downstairs!”

“…Isn’t today the weekend? Your older brother is so diligent?”

“Yes!”

Having completely forgotten that this was his daddies’ desk, Ao Zai picked at his little toes while saying, “Older brother never rests. He is currently taking a German class, and tonight, he is also going to learn Italian.”

“…German? What’s the other one? Italian?”

“Yes!”

Ao Zai, who was focusing on picking his toes, thought the uncles and aunties on the other side didn’t understand, so he directly spoke two sentences of Italian.

In fact, Ao Zai had also finished practicing today’s spoken homework before he started playing.

It was just that Ao Zai had relatively less homework, and older brother wanted to take the opportunity to learn more while Brother Ming was around, which was why only Ao Zai was leisurely playing right now.

For this reason, Ao Zai even felt a little bit embarrassed, and couldn’t help but flip his small body over, resting on his stomach on the desk with his chin in his hands—

For a cub as big as Ao Zai, is it really good to be this relaxed?

As his little foot dropped down, his big toe directly hit his little dad’s keyboard. Ao Zai didn’t notice and gave another flexible kick.

In the game, on the World Channel:

[Qing Qing Zi Jin: ccccccccc……]

[?]

[What’s the situation?]

[The leader of Shi Fei Cheng Bai is wildly swearing online?]

Shen Qing: …

Reaching his hand out, he lifted the little chubby cub off the desk, sat him up properly, and rearranged him on the desk.

Ao Zai: …

Dangling his short little legs, he continued to stare blankly at his little dad.

A huge wave of cries of surprise and discussions continued to come from the speakers.

Everyone didn’t pay much attention to the little interlude on the World Channel.

Those who did notice casually explained on the World Channel: [It was our leader’s cub hitting the keyboard, please forgive any disturbance.]

——Resolutely maintaining the image of their guild.

[? What’s the situation? What are you guys doing with your leader’s cub?]

[I heard Great God Zi Jin’s cub is exceptionally cute, so cub, are you there? (Starry eyes) If you see this, answer Auntie!]

[…Are you guys okay? A kid that small can play games? Wake up, they probably don’t even know how to read!]

Originally, they didn’t want to pay attention to the World Channel, since everyone was busy teasing the cub.

But seeing someone on the screen questioning the leader’s cub, the aunties and uncles who had just been amazed by little Ao Zai’s spoken foreign language indicated that they couldn’t tolerate this.

The people from Shi Fei Cheng Bai called out on the World Channel again: [That’s not necessarily true, our leader’s cub is a genius.]

[Have you guys seen a four-year-old child who can speak Italian and fluent Chinese?]

[Oh right, it’s said that our leader’s oldest cub already knows four foreign languages: German, French, Italian, and English…]

[Correction! Our leader’s baby says he knows them all too!]

[…]

While the discussion on the game’s World Channel was lively, within the voice chat channel, the genius child Ao Zai had no idea what was happening.

He had long since changed the topic and was currently telling the uncles and aunties about how handsome his dad was.

In reality, Ao Zai didn’t clearly know what handsome meant either, but he had interacted with many uncles and aunties, and Ao Zai remembered that every single one of them had praised his little dad for being handsome.

Sitting on the computer desk and drinking the fresh fruit juice that the nanny auntie had just brought over, Ao Zai crossed his little legs while saying, “Oh right, there are also people chasing after my little dad! Whenever little dad goes out, he has to wear a hat and a mask, otherwise he will be chased!”

“…Is the leader really that handsome?”

The family members in the chat channel all became skeptical.

They felt that handsome men and beautiful women were everywhere on the streets nowadays, and very few were exceptionally ugly.

And basically, as long as someone wasn’t exceptionally ugly, dressing up could bring out their highlights and make them handsome.

So just how handsome could he be!

To the point where he had to wear a hat and a mask when going out, otherwise he would be chased?!

A walking catnip? But everyone wasn’t a cat!

But while these words sounded very absurd, they couldn’t withstand the fact that the person saying them was a mere four-year-old cub.

Would a child lie?

“How about the leader posts a photo?” someone said.

Others followed up to create a stir: “Yeah, without posting a photo, this matter can’t be explained clearly anymore.”

Shen Qing listened to them chatting from the side, wanting to laugh at first, but later on he almost laughed until he caught a stitch in his side.

The voice chat signal wasn’t very good, and with many people speaking together, it was very noisy.

Even like this, Ao Zai could still chat so cheerfully with those uncles and aunties… Was this little friend truly the future protagonist? Why not just change careers and become a heartthrob little male lead instead.

What was even funnier was that in some places, Ao Zai’s expression wasn’t clear. For instance, it wasn’t that Shen Qing would be chased by people if he didn’t wear a hat or mask when going out.

The real situation was clearly that someone recognized him and chased after him wanting an autograph, that’s all. Cough… he occasionally did encounter some face-fans!

And then the aunties and uncles opposite actually believed Ao Zai’s words, without a shred of doubt.

——The hilarious level of Ao Zai solemnly and enthusiastically chatting with them even when the signal was bad and he couldn’t hear clearly what those uncles and aunties were saying: 100%.

——The hilarious level of the people talking all at once opposite believing Ao Zai’s words just like that despite the bad signal: 10000%!

Shen Qing supported his waist, which had been bent over from laughing.

Then, his voice carrying laughter, he said, “My baby is just using an exaggerated way of speaking. Actually, it’s not that exaggeratedly handsome, just average handsome.”

Hearing that the leader didn’t intend to post a photo again, the opposite side chanted in disappointment together: “Hmph.”

Shen Qing didn’t care, still explaining with a smile: “‘Being chased’ doesn’t necessarily mean ‘being pursued’ in romance, don’t misunderstand.”

Suddenly, someone from the opposite side chimed in: “Could it be the kind of chased where you’re being hunted down?”

Shen Qing: “…”

This was indeed a direction he had never anticipated.

“Alright, alright, the leader doesn’t want to post a photo so everyone shouldn’t make things difficult for him. Let’s chat about a serious topic. Little Ao Zai, what does your dad do for a living?”

People had asked Shen Qing what he did for a living before; after all, he was a mega-whale, and ordinary working people couldn’t afford to pay-to-win like this even if they wanted to.

And sometimes games were also very good social channels. Some people doing business who encountered figures who were clearly massive bosses would ask what the other party did, just to make a friend.

And then Shen Qing’s answer was: Nothing, just lying flat at home.

The business people felt his answer was too perfunctory, likely because he didn’t want to say or it wasn’t convenient to say. After all, rich people would always find some career to do for themselves; even answering that they casually did some investments or the like counted as a profession. Ordinary people wouldn’t say they ‘did nothing at all.’

If they said that, it meant it wasn’t convenient to say.

Thus, no one pressed further.

Now this question was being asked again, mainly because the Big Boss of the leader’s family had appeared, and looking at this couple’s spending today, it must have been several tens of thousands at least. Real, solid rich people. Thus the members became curious again: what exactly did their leader and the leader’s Big Boss do?!

And asking his cub this question in front of the leader didn’t count as prying into privacy.

If the leader were unwilling, he could directly stop it and not let his cub speak.

But Shen Qing… actually, he was very curious too. Did Ao Zai know what his daddies did?

He recalled Gu Huaiyu mentioning before that he only found out his mother was a pianist after he had learned the piano himself.

The reason causing this situation to happen was the Gu family’s faint familial affection and his mother’s coldness toward him.

…Although President Gu always treated the past lightly whenever he mentioned it, and even to this day Shen Qing didn’t explicitly know exactly everything he had experienced.

But just this single phase of childhood life experience was still heartbreaking to think about on his behalf.

Thus Shen Qing was curious: did Duo-duo and Ao Zai know what their daddies did?

Well, between him and Gu Huaiyu, it seemed neither of them had ever spoken to the cubs about their own work.

But their home was different from the Gu family. With such a loving, positive, and upward-striving environment in their home, the cubs should know what their family did…

Shen Qing directed his gaze onto Ao Zai, wanting to see how he would answer.

“Mm.”

Ao Zai tilted his big head up to think for a moment, interspersed with the action of lifting his little foot.

Then President Ao indicated that this question couldn’t stump him.

“My big dad is an entrepreneur.” Because people frequently came to the house for meetings, and with Uncle Li and the others around, Ao Zai vaguely knew that big dad’s work was very busy.

He originally didn’t know what big dad was busy with either; the word “entrepreneur” was told to the cub by Auntie Lian, who frequently came to the house for meetings to report on work.

Ao Zai didn’t understand what it meant, but he remembered it——

“Auntie Lian said big dad created a lot of revenue, provided jobs for a lot of people, and paid a lot of taxes! He’s an entrepreneur!”

Hearing his answer, Shen Qing nodded, feeling very gratified.

At the same time, it also indicated that it was enough and there was no need to say more, since he himself didn’t have the kind of work defined by society…

But Ao Zai had already puffed his little chest out again and said, “And then my little dad is a salted fish!”

…Usually, little dad always said he was a salted fish, so Ao Zai remembered it, and felt that this was precisely little dad’s profession.

Shen Qing hadn’t expected the cub to have this kind of perception, and couldn’t help but be amused by him again.

Although he didn’t consider a salted fish to be a profession, his baby’s words weren’t wrong in the slightest. So to summarize: as expected of the little protagonist, he was truly sharp when capturing information!

But because there were simply too many guild members squeezing into the voice channel at this moment, the signal lagged, and everyone only heard clearly what his big dad did——running an enterprise, so no wonder they were so rich.

It just felt like the age and free time didn’t quite match up? …Running an enterprise at such a young age, yet still having time to accompany his partner to play games…

Wait, the Big Boss was clearly very busy; wasn’t he just called away and left!

Moreover, their cub was taught so well, rattling off those four foreign languages; they couldn’t even find any faults using a translator! How could they be an ordinary family!

The Big Boss was clearly desperately squeezing out time to accompany their leader to play games!

The members, who felt they had cracked the case, suddenly felt a surge of respect for that Big Boss whom they hadn’t interacted with deeply yet.

It was just that regarding their leader’s profession, due to the lagging, everyone hadn’t quite heard clearly what Ao Zai was saying.

Those who did hear clearly didn’t quite dare to confirm it.

[Did I hear wrong? The baby said our leader is a salted fish?]

[Yeah, salted fish means lying flat. The leader said before too that he did nothing, just lay flat.]

[No, I think what the cub said should be a kind of profession. After all, a father wouldn’t act too much like a salted fish in front of his child, right? I think it makes more sense if the cub said his dad sells salted fish!]

[Ah? Can a salted fish selling industry be made that big, needing to pay a lot of taxes?]

[Probably not, my friend’s family is in the seafood business; it makes money, but they only make tens of thousands a month, let alone someone selling salted fish…]

Everyone was discussing frantically in their small group, until Ao Zai felt the uncles and aunties hadn’t understood, and supplemented: “My little dad’s daily work is eating, eating lunch, and taking an afternoon nap.”

Everyone: …

Ao Zai seriously broke down his little fingers to count them out item by item: “And then learning painting, learning piano, eating dinner, sleeping… mm, and occasionally going to find big dad to play, picking older brother up from school, and frequently taking Ao Zai out to play!”

Not knowing how to phrase it so the aunties and uncles could understand, Ao Zai very considerately inventoried his little dad’s entire daily routine.

His crisp little voice echoed within the channel, and Ao Zai’s voice sounded proud and happy.

——Within little dad’s not-very-active salted fish daily routine, a cub frequently cropped up!

The aunties and uncles translated: …So, salted fish still meant that lying flat meaning.

“…”

The channel fell into a strange silence once more.

Over here, Shen Qing subconsciously refuted: “I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense.”

He could tell; the daily routine that Ao Zai summarized of his was likely from the period when Gu Huaiyu had just been admitted to the hospital for surgery.

During that period of time, President Gu was critically ill in the ICU and couldn’t be visited frequently, and Duo-duo went to school, so most of the time it was Shen Qing taking Ao Zai out to play.

During this interval, the father and son had not only established a very deep friendship, but from the looks of it, it had also left a very deep impression on Ao Zai.

But today was different from the past.

Shen Qing said, “How could I possibly only do this much stuff every day?”

The guild members on the other side of the network: breathed a sigh of relief.

…Right, how could the leader only need to do this much stuff every day!

Listening to what the cub said throughout, it seemed the only things that could relate to work were learning painting and learning the piano…

And it was learning, not teaching, nor exhibiting or performing.

It was merely learning, which was a bit too relaxed and couldn’t be considered work…

Even if the other one in the family ran an enterprise and was very capable of making money, everything matched with each other; could someone really be this leisurely and care about nothing at all!

Now hearing the leader’s voice of denial, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that this was only right.

At the same time, their leader’s voice of defense also resounded again as Shen Qing told Ao Zai: “Aside from these things you mentioned, I clearly play games very seriously every day too…”