Two-Faced Husband, Have Some Decency!

”Oh.” Qi Youxuan nodded his head and placed his shovel into his bucket. No one knew if he bought Jian Yi’s story.

”Let’s go.” Song Yu stretched out her hand to him.

Qi Youxuan flung his dirt-covered hand into Song Yu’s palm. Jian Yi hid his revulsion of Qi Youxuan’s filthy body, but Song Yu did not seem to mind it one bit.

”What were you doing in the yard? Great-Grandma spent a long time looking for you.” Song Yu held his tubby little hands and walked toward the house.

As they reached the doorstep, Qi Youxuan stopped suddenly. He peeped into the house and looked warily from left to right. Upon certifying that no one could hear him, he made a come-hither movement to Song Yu, requesting her to bend down.

Song Yu did just that, bending her waist and lowering her head. Then, Qi Youxuan put on the sternest tone ever and said, ”I’m planning to dig a secret tunnel.”

She was momentarily speechless, for she had no inkling that such an answer would be given. Having thought about it though, if Qi Youxuan really was like any other kid with a shovel and some dirt…

It did not seem to fit his character at all. Digging tunnels was much more his style and the idea of it, at least, was a splendid one.

Immediately, Qi Youxuan brought his clay-yellow hands to his lips, sticking his index finger out to make a hush sign. ”Auntie, you must keep my secret.”

Qi Youxuan was willing to enter the house only when he was sure that Song Yu gave her word.

The situation inside the house was rather chaotic. Once Qi Youxuan came in, Aunt Liu went ahead and began bringing out the cooked dishes to the table. Song Yu took the initiative to help. Everyone else was busy with their respective duties, so Qi Youxuan seized the moment when no one was looking and went to Qi Chenglin, using his arm to poke the latter.

”Dad, bring me to the toilet so I can wash my hands!”

Qi Chenglin shot him a glance. Qi Youxuan’s height did not reach the vanity unit, but the washroom had a special wooden bench equipped specifically so he could step on it and wash his hands.

Meanwhile, Qi Youxuan was proud of boastful of himself as a little manly man. He would never stoop to the level of needing someone to help him, which was why the little bench was provided in the first place.

Qi Chenglin narrowed his eyes in suspicion when his son requested his assistance in the toilet. A crafty look in his son’s eyes caught his attention, and after nodding in agreement, he carried up Qi Youxuan and nestled the boy in his armpit as they headed to the washroom.

Qi Youxuan was carried over the vanity unit. He twisted his chubby little body, turned around to open the tap, and washed the sand off of his hands. Once clean, he took from Qi Chenglin his special towel—which had the image of Killua and Gon1imprinted on it—and rubbed his hands dry.

He then wiggled his bottom restlessly on the unit top before remarking secretively, ”Dad, can you call Big Uncle over?”

Qi Chenglin raised an eyebrow. ”What is it?”

”Just call him over. I’ll tell both of you once he’s here.” Qi Youxuan’s round face looked more serious than ever.

Qi Chenglin cocked his eyebrows and sneered before leaving the toilet.

As soon as the door was shut, Qi Youxuan went down the vanity unit and became extra vigilant. He stretched his arm out and locked the door.

Moments later, someone tried opening the door handle, to which he shouted, ”I’M HAVING A TUMMYACHE!”

”…” The other side fell silent, but Qi Chenglin’s tense voice was soon heard. ”It’s me.”

Qi Youxuan opened the door and mulled over whether there should be some kind of secret code in the future, something like three long knocks followed by two short ones.

”Alright, spit it out.” Qi Chenglin closed the door behind him and with equal caution, he locked it.

Qi Youxuan was about to begin when he noticed that his height was vastly different from his father and his uncle. It made him feel like he was not influential enough. He insisted that Qi Chenglin carry him up onto the vanity unit. They were more or less eye-level that way.

”It’s like this, I was playing in the backyard just now,” Qi Youxuan2began explaining. ”I saw Uncle Jian Yi3holding Auntie and stopping her from leaving. I wanted to save Auntie, but when I went over, I heard Uncle’s words, so I hid.”

Qi Youxuan spilled the beans on what Jian Yi said. Although he did not say it word for word, the gist of it remained the same.