Chapter 627, Little Mischief Maker
They said they gave Li Shanyan a long vacation.
But in less than a week, this little brat managed to return to the office by himself.
“What’s going on? Weren’t you supposed to be drinking with Grand Eunuch Qin and Brother Xu?”
“Don’t mention it.” Li Shanyan plopped down heavily on the office sofa, his little face hanging low. “I guess I’m getting older; I can’t sit still. After just two or three days of drinking, I felt miserable all over.”
“After thinking about it, I’d rather come back to work. If I don’t, I feel uncomfortable everywhere.”
Such a good thing? Young Master Sang vaguely felt that this old coot was hiding something, so he teased, “Do you really like working so much? I had no idea!”
“Well, since you’ve put it that way, I won’t be giving you overtime pay for the coming shifts.”
“Don’t!” Li Shanyan squirmed a bit before muttering gloomily, “Fine. Actually, we were planning to find a quiet little town on the border to relax for a few days.”
“But when we went to the local tavern, the owner kicked us out.”
Young Master Sang raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“…Because the owner said he doesn’t serve alcohol to minors.”
Pfft.
Seeing Li Shanyan’s embarrassed look, Young Master Sang struggled not to burst out laughing, waving his hand with great effort. “Sorry! I generally don’t laugh at people.”
“It’s all your fault!”
Li Shanyan huffed unhappily. “If you’re going to bring me back to life, at least give me a proper body. Why make me look like a child? I can’t even enjoy drinking properly!”
“The same went for Grand Eunuch Qin and General Xu that day. Watching them hold back their laughter, I had no mood to drink anymore! Might as well come back to work.”
Young Master Sang could only shrug. “Be grateful. At least you still have a body.”
“You don’t even think about the neighbor, Huo Longyuan. He wants to find a body to bring his wife back to life but has nowhere to go.”
“…What a hell of a joke.”
The two exchanged a glance and quickly struck a mental wooden fish for good luck.
“Speaking of which, my friend, have you noticed any strange smells in the office lately?”
Li Shanyan sniffed lightly, frowning slightly. “Why does it feel a bit different from when I left?”
“Uh… Maybe you’re overthinking it.” Young Master Sang turned his head awkwardly.
Li Shanyan fixed a scrutinizing gaze on Young Master Sang.
“…You didn’t use the office as a love nest while I was gone, did you?”
“W-What? Who would have the time to—”
Before Young Master Sang could finish, Li Shanyan had already changed his clothes, dragging a mop in his hand, and grumbled, “Hurry back home. You’re not allowed to step foot in my office for the next month!”
Young Master Sang could only leave in a huff.
I have to say, Li Shanyan was the first person Young Master Sang saw who felt such a sense of belonging at work.
He really seemed to treat that office as his own home.
Although as a boss, having such an employee should be something to be happy about, Young Master Sang couldn’t shake the weird feeling about it.
It felt like he was going to develop a psychological disorder from work. Maybe he should find him a spouse.
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After several days without returning home, as soon as he entered the courtyard, Young Master Sang heard a scolding voice from far away.
As he got closer, he saw Zhang Xiaoying with her hands on her hips, looking furious in the garden pavilion.
In front of her stood Little Ying You, adorably dressed in a cute little coat, staring at the ground in silence with a pitiful look on her face.
There were also Si Jingzhu watching the show and Yu Xia ready to mediate.
“What happened?” Young Master Sang curiously approached Yu Xia.
Seeing him, Yu Xia quickly forced a smile. “Master, you might want to talk to Madam. The young lady didn’t mean to; it was just some playful roughhousing among kids, nothing serious.”
Zhang Xiaoying spotted Young Master Sang and immediately complained, “You’re just in time, husband.”
“This little brat just turned one and is already bullying her little brother every day.”
“Some small play fights are fine, but today I had just finished preparing ingredients in the kitchen. As I walked into the living room, I heard Little Lonely crying. When I got to him, he had multiple black marks on his face, all from this little girl’s inkwash!”
Young Master Sang: “…”
It seemed that Little Ying You recognized Young Master Sang as her only saving grace and looked at him with her big watery eyes, looking all cute and pitiful.
Pouting her lips, she sadly said, “Daddy…”
“No use calling anyone.” Zhang Xiaoying shot her a fierce look, “Just look at what you’ve done to your brother!”
“You’re going to be grounded for a whole day today, and you’re not going anywhere!”
After saying that, she glanced back at Young Master Sang.
Young Master Sang immediately raised his hand. “I fully support my wife’s decisions unconditionally and will never go against her!”
“That’s better.”
Zhang Xiaoying seemed somewhat satisfied and leaned over to Young Master Sang, whispering, “Bai Ming is still trying to clean Little Lonely’s face.”
“Once I deal with her, I’ll take her to apologize to Bai Ming and Little Lonely. You go comfort them first.”
“Oh.”
Young Master Sang got assigned a task and reluctantly turned to leave, only to have the corner of his clothes suddenly grabbed by a small hand.
“Daddy…” Little Ying You’s big moist eyes made her look ridiculously adorable; nobody could feel any anger towards her.
Even so, Young Master Sang could only force a smile and mutter quietly:
“Don’t say your mom scolded you. She’s scolding me too, and I just have to take it.”
“You’re asking the wrong person for help.”
Unexpectedly, Little Ying You immediately dropped her earlier pitiful expression and pouted with some resentment. “Dad is really useless.”
Young Master Sang: “…”
What a plot twist. His fists had hardened.
Isn’t it said that daughters are their fathers’ little cotton jackets? Why did his become a burden instead?
Besides being uncomfortable, it was just plain painful.
Searching for Bai Ming in the hall, he spotted Long Huan holding Little Lonely while Bai Ming was wiping his cheeks with a towel.
“Husband? You’re back.” Long Huan was the first to speak upon seeing Young Master Sang.
“Is Little Lonely okay?” Young Master Sang leaned in to check.
“He’s fine.” Bai Ming chuckled softly, “Just a few ink stains; a wipe will do.”
“You should go and persuade Xiaoying not to scold the kids too harshly. Little Ying You just turned one, plus she’s already a bit precocious. It’s no big deal for her to play a little.”
Young Master Sang shrugged. “I don’t dare to persuade her. Otherwise, I’d end up being grounded along with Little Ying You.”
“Plus, Little Ying You is a bit too mischievous; a little discipline doesn’t hurt.”
Bai Ming chuckled softly, “I really don’t know whose temperament she’s inherited.”
“Uh… I-I have no idea. Maybe she takes after her mom.”
“Xiaoying is so gentle and intelligent; how can there be any resemblance?”
Seeing both Long Huan and Bai Ming simultaneously giving him that slightly amused look, Young Master Sang awkwardly cleared his throat. “Okay, okay. My bad.”
Suddenly, the sounds from outside grew louder.
“Faking illness? Faking illness won’t help! No matter what, today you’re grounded!”
Not long after, Yu Xia’s anxious voice followed. “Madam, wait… Young lady, it doesn’t seem like she’s faking!”
Young Master Sang’s smile gradually faded.
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