The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 331 The Attack...

"Dad, I'm leaving." The well-behaved girl at the gate of the courtyard bowed slightly to the middle-aged man who had just returned to say goodbye.

"Are you leaving now? Aren't you going to have dinner?" The middle-aged man asked, somewhat surprised.

"No, I still have homework to do." The girl's words were polite but tinged with a hint of aloofness.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded: "Take care of yourself. If you need anything, remember to tell your family."

"Mmm," the girl replied, but was called back as she was getting into the car.

"By the way, Tian Tian, ​​how did you come up with that idea?" the middle-aged man asked.

"What do you mean by that sentence?" Jing Tian looked bewildered.

"Well..." the middle-aged man recalled, "Last Wednesday, December 4th, you were having lunch at home, and your brother and I were talking about economic growth after China's accession to the WTO. When we used the analogy of treating someone to a meal to describe it, you casually said something like, 'When you treat someone to a meal, you have to be mindful of how others feel,' or 'When you treat someone to a meal, you follow the rules, but others don't.'"

"Hmm..." Jing Tian thought for a moment, then looked embarrassed, "I forgot..."

The middle-aged man was taken aback, seemingly not expecting such an answer, but then relaxed: "It's alright, Dad was just asking."

"I just remembered, I'll call Dad," Jing Tian said, waving as she got into the car.

She was well-behaved and obedient the whole way, just staring blankly at the scenery outside the car. It wasn't until she returned to her villa, said goodbye to the nanny, and went back to her bedroom that she finally let out a long sigh of relief, jumped onto the bed, and rolled around in bed for a while.

“Every time I go back, it feels like I’m in prison. I have to be careful about this and that…” The girl, lying on the bed, sighed. “Yeah, what family would treat their uncle like… and then when I was almost 10, they didn’t say that my father was actually…”

She pouted, turned over and sat up, not wanting to untangle the messy threads of her family's ethics, but the words her father had said earlier involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

"Oh right, where are we now?" the girl muttered to herself.

After thinking for a while, she finally decided what she should tell her parents and that older brother next time she went there.

As for how to subtly reveal it like last time, we'll have to wait until that day is almost here and then do a careful simulation.

She had no choice but to do this so that she could simulate a better ending.

"It's okay, you have skills, you're blessed with good fortune, you'll definitely turn bad luck into good." Tian Tian comforted herself again.

Good fortune shines upon you: When you maintain a cheerful mood, good luck will come to whatever you do.

She obtained this skill after simulating an ending rated "below average," in which she finally married her true love and had a lovely daughter.

However, they divorced not long after, and based on the information obtained from the simulation, it was probably at the request of their families.

Jing Tian was very unhappy. It was from that time that she had the idea of ​​taking control of her own destiny. Unfortunately, her relatively simple life experience left her with no idea what to do.

She thought for a long time with her little brain, and even tried to ask her true love through simulation, before she came to a conclusion: she needed to increase her voice in front of her parents.

The conversation her father mentioned at lunch when they left was one of her schemes: by speaking casually, she would implant her keen foresight into their minds; if one day they gained benefits by following her advice, they would have to regard her as a lucky star again and again, so that people would listen to her.

"It's so complicated, and it takes a long time to manage... Can't it be made simpler?" Tian Tian's laziness was showing signs of acting up again. "It would be great if his suggestions could simulate more things."

Yes, most of those things were taught to her by her true love in the simulation. The information was rather scattered, and she would only get something useful once in ten simulations.

"I've decided! After the New Year, I'm going to start searching for him in the capital!" Tian Tian suddenly sat up straight. She had wanted to do this before, but because she was too young and had only recently arrived in the capital, and her family kept a close eye on her, it was just a thought.

Now, after more than two years of getting to know each other, she has established a good image in front of her real parents. She can do some slightly outrageous things without any problems. In addition, she is also quite tired of being disciplined in various ways. In the beginning, she became familiar with the nanny and would sometimes speak without restraint in front of her. However, she soon discovered from simulations that the nanny had told her family everything she said.

"If I could find him, at least... at least I could talk to him about what's on my mind." Tian Tian sighed and continued talking to herself.

She did want to live with him, but that was obviously impossible, so she could only settle for second best and try to become friends first.

According to the simulated information, her true love should be in the capital at this time. If she doesn't take the initiative, she won't meet him until at least 06.

"I don't want to wait that long," Tian Tian said, resting her chin on her hand and making a humming sound, then revealing a slightly infatuated smile. "I wonder what he's doing right now."

Of course, I'm being a doting father to my daughter.

"Chap! Cha! Cha!" The little dumpling climbed onto someone's back, shouting happily, clapping its chubby little hands back and forth.

"Okay, okay, don't move around." Xu Jiuyang said indulgently, slowly crawling around the room.

Yangyang probably felt it wasn't enough, so he started twisting his body, wanting his dad to go faster. But he accidentally tilted his body and fell down.

Fortunately, Xu Jiuyang was prepared. He quickly rolled over and pulled her into his arms.

The little dumpling wasn't scared at all; instead, she giggled and shook her father's arm, ignoring his glaring eyes, saying, "Again! Again!"

"Stop farting! What did I just say? You have to behave before you can play!" Xu Jiuyang pinched his daughter's cheek and said fiercely.

A doting father may be a doting father, but when it comes to safety, even the most doting father can turn into a tyrant.

"Daddy! I hate it!" The little dumpling immediately burst into tears, but her mouth was pouting and not a single tear came out, even though she pretended to wipe her eyes.

So Xu Jiuyang really kneaded her into a ball, making her scream.

"Alright, can't you be a little gentler with Yangyang?" Sister Xiaoli walked in at that moment.

It sounds like a scolding, but the tone is actually full of doting affection.

She was wearing a loose dress, her hair was loose and hanging down, and it was still slightly damp. With her flushed face, it wasn't hard to guess what she had been doing.

Similarly, we can infer from this what happened even earlier.

"No, I'm very gentle, right?" Xu Jiuyang chuckled as he lifted his daughter high in the air.

Although the little dumpling's face was full of unhappiness and seemed quite angry, it was obvious at a glance that it was all an act.

After playing for a while longer, as always, Xu Jiuyang handed her over to the nanny after the little one started yawning.

"Thank you so much, sister," he said gratefully after coming outside.

"Oh dear, what are you saying, little brother? You're Yangyang's father, it's only right that you find an opportunity to meet Yangyang," Sister Xiaoli said reproachfully.

“That’s not what I meant,” Xu Jiuyang shook his head. “My sister has to take care of two children and also work hard to develop her own career. It must be very hard for her.”

(End of this chapter)