Ultraman: Forced to become the Dark Boss

"Hmph, it's because Xiaoxue isn't cute at all."

At this moment, Mrs. Xia Mu was like a child who had won a game of house, proudly holding her head high, like a white swan.

"Mom is terrible too..."

Qingxue whispered carefully, but Mrs. Xia Mu still heard her.

"Hey? Xiaoxue, how dare you talk bad about your mother!"

"I'm definitely going to tell on them this time!"

Mrs. Xia Mu stared wide-eyed, looking incredulous. She trembled as she clutched her chest, pointing at Qingxue's little head with her other finger. Her expression and actions made it seem quite convincing.

"... "

"Mom, why do you act like a child, throwing tantrums all the time?"

"You've disappointed me so much as your daughter. How can I trust you to be independent in the future? Will you be able to take care of yourself?"

Qingxue rolled her eyes in annoyance, sat in the chair swinging her legs, tilted her head, stretched out her left hand, and used her right hand to count her mother's faults one by one on her fingers.

"...That seems to be my line, doesn't it?"

Mrs. Xia Mu made the same eye-rolling gesture as her daughter.

Having such a prodigious daughter, is it a misfortune or an incredible stroke of luck?

"Madam, Miss, Master is coming back."

The young Aunt Yuanxing cautiously reminded him from outside the door.

Qingxue glanced at the time subconsciously, then quickly jumped off the chair and tidied up the study, which was already looking a bit messy.

"Tsk tsk."

"Oh dear, Xiaoxue, there's something else here too. It's a mess here too."

"Oh dear, I forgot your height is a major drawback..."

Mrs. Xia Mu looked at Qingxue, who was frightened.

The gloating voices kept coming out, making Qingxue pout in anger, muttering to herself:

Mom is so awful!!!

Chapter 77 Reunion

...

When Xia Muxiong returned looking tired, he saw the mother and son sitting upright in the living room.

"... "

Xia Muxiong looked at the two of them thoughtfully, but still didn't ask anything.

Having become a mid-level backbone member of the defense force, he has a considerable workload every day, so he often finds it difficult to pay much attention to his family.

Two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, furtively watched Xia Muxiong as he walked towards the study.

"call…"

"call…"

Both of them let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

"A little bit!"

Noticing her mother's somewhat surprised look, Qingxue made a face in annoyance, then jumped off the sofa and ran towards the bedroom.

"This child..."

Mrs. Xia Mu found it somewhat amusing.

He then continued watching TV.

...

"I'm so tired..."

Sitting at his desk, Xia Muxiong stretched his limbs a little to relieve some of his fatigue before starting his work.

Have you made all the decisions?

But when he actually started to examine the proposals, he discovered that almost all of them had already been decided by the higher-ups. In other words, these proposals were actually the final decisions.

"What happened to democracy? It's turned into a one-man show, isn't it?"

Xia Muxiong irritably threw down a thick stack of proposals.

It made a loud "bang" sound.

But he didn't care at all.

He pounded his hands on the table, his face showing great impatience.

What's the point of giving us so much work every day? Isn't everything decided by you high-ups?

Suppressing his dissatisfaction, Xia Muxiong flipped through the documents he had thrown on the table and then spread them out in a mess.

However, he forced down the frustration in his heart, and even tightened his grip on the documents, making the A4 paper crumpled.

"Ridiculous! Handing over the only naval military base to the Japanese government and the defense force for joint management in exchange for the opportunity to continue expanding personnel?"

"Even if it expands directly, what can the Japanese government do?"

Xia Muxiong was filled with rage and threw the several A4 sheets of paper containing the proposal out!

The unfolded, light paper drifted down slowly, then silently landed on the ground.

Although he was from Japan, Xia Muxiong did not have a good impression of the Japanese government, which is why he was able to join the UPC Japan branch.

Only by being free from political bias can one better consider issues from a global perspective.

Xia Muxiong breathed heavily, then looked at the next "proposal".

His intuition told him that he probably wouldn't get a good night's sleep tonight.

"...Were these high-ranking officials raised on iron? Their brains are full of rust!"

"Is he drunk? Is this a solution that a human brain could come up with?"

"Baka yarou!"

Xia Muxiong gradually lost his mind, and his voice, which he had been able to control, could no longer be suppressed, and he roared incessantly in the room.

She had originally intended to bring the water to her husband, but the sudden roar startled Mrs. Xia Mu, and she accidentally dropped the cup.

The warm water instantly splashed onto Mrs. Xia Mu and the ground, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces with a crisp sound.

The study fell silent instantly.

While Mrs. Xia Mu was somewhat bewildered and at a loss, the door was suddenly flung open.

Xia Muxiong's figure appeared at the door.

He swept over the shards of glass scattered on the floor, then looked at his somewhat disheveled wife.

He shook his head in annoyance and closed the door again.

Qingxue, who rushed over upon hearing the commotion, happened to witness this scene and immediately became somewhat angry.

"How could Dad do this..."

"Shh, he's in a bad mood right now, don't bother him."

Although shocked by her husband's indifference, Mrs. Xia Mu, who was used to being submissive, didn't pay much attention and just quietly tidied up.

"Splashing and clattering."

After carefully cleaning up all the debris on the ground, Mrs. Xia Mu left dejectedly.

Only Qingxue listened to the constant noises coming from the study and watched her mother's figure gradually disappear from sight.

My perception of my father seemed to change instantly.

Inside the room, a tall figure sat at a slightly dimly lit desk, backlit by the light.

His hands were pressed tightly against the table, which was littered with papers and other debris.

"Damn it..."

Xia Muxiong's bloodshot eyes looked somewhat frightening, his voice became hoarse, and his whole demeanor became eerie.

After a long silence, Xia Muxiong rubbed his cheeks in confusion. Why was he so easily angered today? What's wrong with me? Isn't this the kind of work I do every day?

...

"Huh? You're back. Why don't you go inside?"

Xia Muqingxue's memories were interrupted by a sudden sound.

I heard a voice that was familiar from my memory, yet felt strange.

Qingxue turned around stiffly and saw Xia Muxiong standing there calmly, with Secretary Liu Teng behind him looking very respectful.

For some reason, standing in front of this man, Qingxue's feelings became even more complicated.

She lingered her gaze on the two faces for a moment before saying, "I came to see you... and also to discuss some things."

"Oh, really?"

Xia Muxiong glanced at her.

Utterly indifferent.

He then walked towards the villa gate, and only stopped when he brushed past Qingxue, saying, "Come in."

The emotionless words made Qingxue tremble slightly. Even though she had expected this scene, she still felt a pang of sorrow when she actually faced it.

The man who, despite his busy work schedule, never forgot his family, seems to be gone forever.

No, I will make Father turn back.

She silently made up her mind.

As the temporary human form of Dark Tiga, Qingxue was also able to sense that something was wrong with her father.