Film and Television: Are the leading ladies using my rewards?

As the two walked in, Qiao Weidong felt awkward and wanted to escape, but he couldn't bear to give up this opportunity to see his daughter.

With gritted teeth and the mindset of going to the execution ground, he walked into his home.

So what if it's awkward? If I'm not awkward, then it's someone else's!

Upon entering the house, he saw Ye Bai, the brat who had played such a big joke on him, blocking the kitchen doorway and peeking inside.

"Sister Qian, why are you making this kind of medicinal cuisine again?"

"Let me make this clear first, like Yingzi, I don't like drinking this kind of medicinal soup."

Song Qian smiled.

"It's not for you, don't worry."

"It's for me to drink."

Upon hearing this, Ye Bai leaned closer and examined her expression.

There's nothing wrong with it, is there?

"Sis, if you're sick, you should go to the hospital. Don't take medicine randomly."

Upon hearing that someone was sick, Qiao Yingzi, who had been eavesdropping through a crack in the door, rushed out immediately.

He nervously pulled Song Qian along, looking her up and down.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing Yingzi asking her all sorts of questions with concern, Song Qian was too embarrassed to say that she was afraid of getting too many rewards and having too much of a lifespan increase, so this was just an excuse she made up in advance.

He patted her head and comforted her:

"I haven't been sleeping well lately, I've been having trouble sleeping, it's probably because of too much stress."

The pressure was so intense that Qiao Yingzi almost rolled her eyes.

Complaining about being stressed? I'm the one under a lot of stress! I'm under so much pressure!

Forcing a smile, he said awkwardly:

"You look radiant and have a wonderful complexion, how could you be under so much pressure?"

"Of course, if you're really not feeling well, go to the hospital and I'll go with you. Otherwise, I really can't concentrate on my studies!"

“It’s because I drank Chinese medicine and ate medicinal food that my complexion is better,” Song Qian hugged Yingzi. “As for the check-up, I’m not feeling well, so I’ll have you come with me.”

"Is it done, my little darling!"

Qiao Yingzi chuckled and remained silent.

My gaze shifted and I saw the takeout box that Ye Bai had placed in the kitchen.

He glanced at the takeout, then at Song Qian.

He glanced at the takeout, then at Song Qian.

That furtive behavior made Song Qian uncomfortable.

With a wave of his hand, he brought Ye Bai and her into the kitchen.

"Alright, alright, you two study for a while, the food will be ready soon."

After glancing at Old Joe and the large box in his hand, Ye Bai went to the balcony, found a yoga mat, and laid it on the floor.

Only then did he turn to look at Qiao Weidong.

"You two, father and daughter, go inside and talk. I'm going to do some meditation."

As he spoke, he took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the yoga mat, and remained motionless.

Qiao Weidong was speechless as he watched Ye Bai's movements.

"How many years has this kid been practicing? He's so old and still so immature. Does he believe in martial arts and cultivation of immortality?"

Qiao Yingzi, however, suddenly brightened up and went to the balcony to sit cross-legged with him.

He even beckoned Old Joe over.

"Isn't it said that men are boys until they die? It's good that he doesn't cause trouble."

"Anyway, he has never stopped practicing the Zhouyi Cantongqi. I often see him sitting cross-legged and practicing."

As a seasoned practitioner of the Zhouyi Cantongqi for nearly 18 years, Ye Bai disregarded the time and directly began the "Refining Form and Building Foundation" technique, which he had long since mastered.

Sit cross-legged and regulate your breathing. Place your hands on your lower abdomen (Dantian) and practice reverse abdominal breathing at a frequency of 6 breaths per minute.

Visualize your lower abdomen as a faint red glow from a burning ember, with the heat rising along your spine to your mingmen point (lower back).

Continue for 30 minutes, completing 108 breathing cycles.

Once his body's memory began to assist his breathing and he entered a state of habitual cultivation, Ye Bai opened his eyes and said:

"So what if I'm a bit of a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur)? At least meditation can clear my mind and relieve stress."

"In addition, I am in good spirits, good health, and mental health, which is much better than most of my peers. In comparison, Brother Qiao and Yingzi are much worse off than other girls their age."

Qiao Yingzi: Meow meow meow?

If you're going to say something, just say it. Don't gossip about people's weaknesses!

Upon hearing this, Qiao Weidong looked at his daughter with concern.

"Yingzi, is it because your mom isn't letting you eat properly?"

"Next time we meet, let's go eat hot pot, spicy hot pot, red oil hot pot!"

"Oh, right..."

Remembering the gift I brought, I moved the large box from the doorway.

"Look what this is! It's a telescope Dad bought for you!"

"Take a look at the kind you like, play around with it when you have nothing to do, relax and don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Qiao Yingzi didn't even bother to sit cross-legged and practice with Ye Bai; her eyes lit up as she looked at the packaging.

After a quick check, a smile appeared on her face.

"Yes, this is the one I like!"

"Thank you, Dad!"

[Accompanying Ye Bai in cultivating the Zhouyi Cantongqi, Zhouyi Cantongqi +0.01, Appearance +0.01]

[Qiao Yingzi accompanies you in cultivating the Zhouyi Cantongqi; Zhouyi Cantongqi +0.01, Cultivation +0.01]

Ye Bai sensed it for a moment, and his eyelids twitched.

The +0.01 from the Zhouyi Cantongqi is nothing special; it's just a matter of studying classical texts.

But the cultivation level behind him is extraordinary; it's just like I thought last night—he can truly cultivate immortality!

While Ye Bai was lost in thought, Song Qian frowned.

Big thing, unhappy, said:

"You're already in your final year of high school, Yingzi, don't listen to him, he's wasting his time on frivolous pursuits!"

Qiao Yingzi's smile faded, replaced by a bitter expression.

"You should take it back; my mom won't allow it."

"The placement exam is coming up soon, so I need to switch to studying and do more practice tests."

Look at Qiao Yingzi, who dares not accept it, then turn to look at Song Qian, who forbids it from being accepted.

Qiao Weidong had no choice.

He waved to Song Qian, signaling her to go ahead and do her own thing.

Then he squatted down in front of his daughter.

"Yingza, tell me, which university do you want to apply to?"

"University?" Qiao Yingzi looked at her with a "don't be ridiculous" expression. "There's still a year left."

"And you never ask about my studies normally, why are you so concerned about it now?"

Old Joe was quite embarrassed by this question.

I had no choice but to resort to parental authority and change the subject:

"You're the one who said that. I was just thinking that I care more about your health than your studies."

“Now that you’re a senior in high school, your mom still has to teach students every day. I’m worried she won’t be able to handle it, so I’m planning to come and help her.”

Chapter 024┤Song Qian: This is my cheat code, Wen Jie, don't you dare to be so presumptuous!

When Qiao Yingzi heard that Lao Qiao wanted to help Song Qian, she couldn't help but laugh.

He glanced at Song Qian, who was equally annoyed.

He waved to Old Joe.

"You're actually doing her a disservice by not coming!"

Qiao Weidong curled his lip.

This kid really cut to the chase.

Am I really that much of a drag on the team?

Seeing that the balcony had fallen silent again, and that her daughter was ignoring her and sitting cross-legged with that brat doing some nonsense kung fu.

The door creaked open, and someone arrived.

It's great to have someone here! Having someone here gives us something to talk about and makes things less awkward!

Qiao Weidong rubbed his hands together and stood up, just in time to see Song Qian come out of the kitchen and open the front door.

"Wenjie, wow~ why are you dressed up so formally?"

“It’s Jenny’s birthday today,” Tong Wenjie explained as she changed into her slippers, “so we threw her a party at the company.”

"You dressed up so formally for her?"

Song Qian asked, and then let Fang Yifan in.