The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

"We're back!"

Xia Qing slammed open the villa door with a powerful and imposing manner.

However, this imposing manner wasn't directed at anyone in particular; it was simply because she was holding potato chips and didn't have a hand to open the door.

Potato Chips lay nestled in her arms as Xia Qing carried them toward the living room.

In the living room, three parents were chatting on the sofa. The food was ready on the table, and they were just waiting for the two children to come home and have dinner.

As soon as Xia Qing entered the living room, she sat down next to Shen Jingwan and held up the potato chips in front of her mother, as if showing them off.

"Mommy, look, isn't it cute?"

"Hmm, cute."

Shen Jingwan smiled and reached out to pat the potato chip's head.

Xia Qing turned her head again, and facing Ye Guoqiang, who was sitting opposite her drinking tea, she held up the dog and asked:

"Uncle Ye, look, isn't it cute?"

"That's good, that's good."

Ye Guoqiang nodded happily, but he didn't really think it was that great. After all, he had seen too many puppies like that, but he couldn't resist the fact that the child liked it.

Xia Qing asked each question and showed them one by one. Following this order, it was time for An Jianxing to speak.

An Jianxing was already prepared. When Xia Qing asked Shen Jingwan, he had already anticipated seven or eight ways his daughter would ask him, how he would reluctantly accept it, and then he would definitely add a sentence at the end, "Since you like it, then keep it" to show his fatherly love.

But after waiting there for a long time, he realized that Xia Qing hadn't asked him anything.

After asking Ye Guoqiang, Xia Qing sat on the sofa with the dog and played with potato chips, without even glancing at him.

This blatant neglect is even more painful than direct confrontation; indeed, no one can stand passive-aggressive behavior.

An Jianxing was a little embarrassed, but since he had provoked the situation, he couldn't vent his anger. He could only rub the two walnuts vigorously to vent his frustration, making a loud clattering sound.

Ye Shu put out the dog food and the dog cage, and just as she sat down next to it, poured herself a glass of water and took a sip, she saw An Jianxing across from her looking like he cared about her to death, but he couldn't bring himself to beg for peace. She felt a little sorry for him for some reason.

He coughed, cleared his throat, and offered to help An Jianxing:

"Dad, this is the puppy that Xia Qing picked up downstairs. Its name is Potato Chip. It's quite well-behaved and even knows where to go to the toilet."

"Yeah?"

Upon hearing the word "Dad" and then hearing Ye Shu steer the conversation towards dogs, An Jianxing immediately followed suit:

"As long as it behaves, and doesn't pee or pee anywhere or destroy the house, there shouldn't be any major problems... This dog looks quite fun..."

As he spoke, he turned to look at his daughter, trying to use this roundabout tactic to get her to back down.

See, I don't object anymore, so please pay attention to me.

But Xia Qing wasn't buying it at all. Instead of paying attention to An Jianxing, she suddenly turned around, glared at Ye Shu, and asked:

"Tsk... What did you call me?"

This one sentence immediately put an end to the atmosphere in the living room. The three adults looked at the two children and assumed they had argued on the way, so they remained silent.

Ye Shu was drinking water from her teacup when she heard Xia Qing's words and her hand trembled.

He glanced at Xia Qing, then at An Jianxing across from him, who was eagerly waiting for his daughter's forgiveness, then at his father sitting opposite him, who was drinking tea with his head down, indicating that he didn't care about looking at him, and then at Shen Jingwan sitting next to her daughter, who, although not looking in their direction, had a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.

In this situation, in this setting, how can I possibly say "darling" like this?

He quickly gave Xia Qing a meaningful look, attempting to send a telegram like Sister Zhi Qiu had done:

There are other people around, can't you show some respect?

But who is Xia Qing? She doesn't care about that.

She held the potato chips and waved them directly in front of Ye Shu:

Don't try to play dumb with me, or I'll unleash my dogs on you!

The potato chips also cooperated by barking at Ye Shu. Although the small noise had no deterrent effect, it showed that the potato chips were firmly in their position.

Ye Shu was extremely unwilling, but there was a precedent right in front of him waiting to be forgiven, so Ye Shu had no choice but to lean close to Xia Qing's ear and mumble a sentence through his throat:

"relative#&……"

"I didn't hear you clearly."

Xia Qing raised her chin, clearly not buying it.

Ye Shu then gritted her teeth, stamped her foot, and raised her voice louder, as if facing certain death:

"Honey……"

The moment those three words were uttered, the atmosphere in the living room changed again.

Xia Qing smiled with satisfaction, a smile befitting a victor. She placed the potato chips on her lap and rubbed them gently.

At this moment, Shen Jingwan stood up and said:

"Alright, the children are all back, let's eat."

It was intentional. After being trained by Zhi Qiu for so long, Ye Shu could tell at a glance that Aunt Shen was doing it on purpose.

I waited until he finished shouting before standing up to smooth things over.

The family moved to the dining room and sat around the table. The atmosphere was quite subtle, and it could be said that everyone was preoccupied with their own thoughts.

Ye Guoqiang held his wine cup and clinked it against Ye Guoqiang's, but his eyes kept glancing at his daughter, intentionally or unintentionally.

How can I get my darling daughter's forgiveness? I need help urgently.

Shen Jingwan smiled and served food to the two children.

Look at my husband and I, their relationship is so good, it's wonderful.

After clinking glasses with An Jianxing, Ye Guoqiang took a sip of his wine, and while raising his glass, he glanced at his son, whose face was as red as a monkey's bottom, and sighed inwardly:

[My poor son's future position in the family is in jeopardy. But these things are like Zhou Yu and Huang Gai—one is willing to attack, and the other is willing to accept—why should I worry about it?]

Ye Shu lowered his head and picked at the ribs that Shen Jingwan had put on his plate, but found them tasteless.

[It's like a family of three went on vacation and none of them came back, how embarrassing...]

While he was feeling down, Xia Qing was secretly delighted. She happily picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth, chewing as she thought:

[Hmph, you didn't call Zhi Qiu that in front of Mom and Dad, did you? I'm the first person to do so!]

At its feet, Potato Chips was perched on the edge of its little bowl, wagging its tail and proudly showing off the chicken wing that Shen Jingwan had just given it:

[So delicious! It smells amazing! Who invented this? It's so satisfying to put in your mouth!]

Shen Jingwan placed another piece of meat on Xia Qing's plate, and as she handed it over, she seemingly unintentionally touched Xia Qing's chopsticks.

Xia Qing looked up and saw her mother gently nodding her head towards her father.

Xia Qing turned her head and saw An Jianxing looking like he had something on his mind, drinking alone. He kept glancing in their direction, looking pitiful.

She was just being stubborn with her dad, and seeing his deflated and silent expression, she stopped being angry.

She took the initiative to speak to An Jianxing:

"Pour me a glass of yours, I want some too."

Upon hearing this, An Jianxing almost burst out laughing. His precious daughter had taken the initiative to talk to him, and he immediately perked up.

"Honestly, this young girl, all she knows is how to drink..."

He seemed reluctant, but his actions betrayed him; he got up, grabbed a wine cup, poured a small cup for his daughter, and said as he did so:

"This liquor is strong, you can't drink too much, just a taste is enough."

"Ugh, I know, you're so nagging."

Xia Qing took the wine cup, took a small sip, and it was indeed spicy, so spicy that she hissed and laughed.

She reached out and picked up a shrimp, but instead of eating it herself, she put it into An Jianxing's bowl.

At that moment, An Jianxing was overjoyed, grinning from ear to ear, and pulled Ye Guoqiang along:

"Haha, come on, bro, let's have a drink!"

Xia Qing couldn't help but smile when she saw her father so happy over just a shrimp.

The atmosphere at the dining table was harmonious. There were only potato chips. After finishing the chicken wings, he was licking his paws and looking up at Shen Jingwan to see if there was any more. He hadn't had enough.