ST3YC Chapter 124

Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child Chapter 124: Qingqing’s Rebellious Period

[Big Star: I feel so bad for my little one. He went to such great lengths to save someone, only to be vilified by a bunch of keyboard warriors.]

[Tsk: Media, please be a little more human. Can you please investigate thoroughly before you break the news?]

[A passerby asks timidly: So… what’s the relationship between Wang Shuzhi and Madam Fu?]

[Wang Shuzhi’s current girlfriend: My brother’s sister is my little one’s sister. They’re siblings, I guess.]

…

The mastermind, seeing this, turned livid with rage and immediately called, demanding, “What’s going on? Didn’t we agree that this piece of dirty laundry would bring down Wang Shuzhi?”

An equally gloomy voice echoed from the other end of the line, “We didn’t expect him to have this trick up his sleeve.”

“So what do we do now? You took my money. If you don’t get this done, you’ll have to puke it all out!”

He slammed his clenched fist down on the keyboard, the force so immense it even snapped it in two, a testament to his fury.

“Now I…” The other party’s words suddenly cut off mid-sentence. After a long wait, there was no response, but the phone showed connecting. Narrowing his eyes in confusion, the mastermind lowered his voice and asked, “What’s wrong with you? Why are you suddenly silent?”

After a long pause, the other party finally regained consciousness, but uttered a shaky word before immediately hanging up. When he called again, the call was no longer connected.

“We…we should just stop and hide!”

“Hello! Hello!”

Only the busy tone remained. He called again several times, but the other party remained like a turtle, playing dead. The mastermind, his face gloomy, turned to look at the computer screen.

When he saw the latest news updates, his pupils shrank and he froze in place.

Three official statements appeared at the top of the large LCD screen.

[G City Officials: Thank you Fu Group for your generous donation of 100 million yuan in disaster relief funds.]

[G City Officials: Thank you Gu Group for your generous donation of 100 million yuan worth of disaster relief supplies.]

[City G officials: Thank you, Mr. Wang Shuzhi, for your personal donation of 100 million yuan in disaster relief supplies and funds.]

Three simple official thank-you messages accompanied the astronomical 300 million yuan worth of supplies and donation certificates, along with several candid photos of Wang Shuzhi and Qingqing personally helping on the front lines.

Some of these photos were taken by local reporters, while others were taken by passersby. The quality of both photos was poor, especially the ones in the pictures, who were clearly makeup and looking utterly disheveled from sifting through the rubble, moving rocks to save people. These photos are arguably the ugliest, yet they have nonetheless moved many.

[Bald Uncle: I’m a grown man, and I couldn’t stop crying looking at these photos, yet I’m not embarrassed at all.]

[Hungry: So touching, these are the most beautiful photos I’ve ever seen.]

[Big Tree: As expected, the male idol I’m a fan of is truly amazing. Even my mom praised me for choosing an idol. 】

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“Chairman Fu, should we continue to take action?”

The secretary stood beside Fu Heng and asked respectfully in a low voice.

After the scandal about his wife broke out, their Fu Group’s public relations department was the first to notice it.

They had made all the preparations and even contacted the legal department, wanting to teach those who dared to slander their chairman’s wife a severe lesson.

Unexpectedly, before they could take any action, the G City officials took action on their behalf.

“No need.” Fu Heng tapped the table with his fingertips, his eyes fixed on the scandal that was still floating overhead, and his voice was cold: “Notify the public relations department to withdraw the clarification announcement that was originally prepared and send a lawyer’s letter directly.”

Since someone has already done the work of explaining, let them handle the punishment.

“Yes.” The secretary nodded and left. Before leaving, his eyes inadvertently swept across the closed lounge door in the chairman’s office.

Those people on the Internet are used to making up stories. Their chairman and his wife have such a good relationship, how could his wife cheat?

After his secretary left, Fu Heng took care of some more official business. Seeing that time was almost up, he stood up and headed for the closed door.

He reached out, grasped the doorknob, and pulled it open…

“Hit him! Kill him! Ahhhhh… I’m being attacked! Come save me!… Quick, quick, quick! I’ve got a lone, unlucky bastard, take your aunt’s blows!”

The intense sound of gaming effects, coupled with the girl’s equally excited shouts, practically formed a massive, intense battle scene.

If she hadn’t been holed up in her room playing games for nearly two hours, Fu Heng might have had the time to check on her results.

But now…

“Gu Qingqing!” A deep, slightly angry voice boomed from behind, startling Qingqing so much that she dropped the game controller and, with her neck tilted back, shouted loudly, “Here!”

She was practically standing at attention.

“What did I say before I left?” More than once, Fu Heng felt the need to assert his authority.

Otherwise, this brat wouldn’t obey .

“Speak…speak…” Qingqing’s eyes darted around, lively and alert.

Her animal instincts told her Fu Heng was dangerous, and she’d better not provoke him.

But… her restless mind had suddenly lost its memory, and she’d forgotten what Fu Heng had told her before she went into the room to play games.

Perhaps Qingqing, so preoccupied with the game, hadn’t listened carefully.

Qingqing lowered her head, not daring to look at Fu Heng.

Seeing her guilty expression, Fu Heng knew the child hadn’t taken his words to heart.

“Didn’t I tell you that you can only play games for half an hour and then go to bed for a nap?”

“Uh…” Qingqing glanced up at Fu Heng, her urge to survive suddenly escaping her: “Did you tell me that?”

Fu Heng: “…”

He strode forward, catching Qingqing before she could react, and feinted a few times at her little bottom.

There was no actual fighting, but the terrified Qingqing herself began to howl in agony: “Ahhhhhh… Someone’s been beaten to death! Help! Fu Heng is murdering his wife! Someone, save me!”

Fu Sijin, who had just stepped into the chairman’s office, was torn between feigning indifference and leaving, or bravely going in to save his mother.

After much deliberation, he… silently prepared to close the half-open door.

But Qingqing, who was inside, caught sight of the noise outside. Her eyes lit up, and she immediately rushed out like a savior. She grabbed Fu Sijin and pushed him in front of her, forcing him to withstand Fu Heng’s wrath.

“Son, I’d rather die than let my friend die. And you’re my own son. I carried you for ten months, and now it’s your turn to do something for me.”

“…” Fu Sijin, who slipped away a step too late and was taken away to serve as a shield.

“…” Fu Heng chased out and confronted his eldest son.

The father and son exchanged a glance, each seeing the same helpless look in the other’s eyes.

Fu Sijin pondered for a moment, figuring that since the incident had already come to him, he couldn’t just ignore it. He asked his father, “What did my mom do again?”

“What do you mean by again? I’m being good, okay.” Qingqing poked her head out from behind Fu Sijin, only to meet Fu Heng’s stern gaze and shrank back cowardly.

Humph, she wasn’t afraid of Fu Heng.

She just… just didn’t want to get spanked. It was too embarrassing for a grown-up like her to get spanked. If she got out, she’d be laughed at by the whole class.

“Ask her yourself.” Fu Heng raised his chin slightly and nodded at Qingqing, signaling his son to ask. He was too angry to say anything.

“Mom?” Fu Sijin turned his head and looked at Qingqing questioningly.

Under the gazes of the two, one big and one small, Qingqing felt incredibly stressed.

She weakly pressed her fingertips together and whispered, “I just… played games for too long and forgot to take a nap.”

“How long did you play?”

Hearing her vague words, Fu Heng wouldn’t let her evade the point and ignore his mistake.

“One…” Qingqing cautiously raised a finger, then another, then two, observing the expressions of the father and son: “Two, three hours.”

His vision went dark, and his temples pounded.

So the child had been playing for even longer than he’d expected.

Fu Heng rubbed his brows in a headache. Fu Sijin also looked disapproving: “Didn’t you just stay up all night yesterday…”

Qingqing quickly covered his mouth mid-sentence, but Fu Heng had already heard it.

“Gu Qingqing!” Another low growl, this time with a deeper rage.

“I was wrong. I won’t do it again. Please forgive me!” Qingqing instinctively raised her hands in surrender.

“Go to bed right now, right now!”

He pointed to the lounge door, and Qingqing quickly rolled in, tucking herself into the quilt. Within a second, he could hear her steady breathing.

It seemed that Qingqing had reached her limit, and she fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed.

“This kid really thinks her body is made of iron, and she’s not afraid of sudden death!”

Qingqing was not afraid, but he was afraid, so he couldn’t help but get so angry.

After considerately pouring a cup of tea for his father, Fu Sijin sat down on the sofa, facing the wide-open lounge door.

Fu Heng was worried that Qingqing was lying again, using the excuse of sleeping to play games, so he simply didn’t close the door this time and just monitored Qingqing.

Fortunately, Qingqing was really asleep and didn’t notice at all.

Gazing at his mother’s sleeping face, Fu Sijin’s eyes lit up with a hint of a smile. “Was I this naughty when I was fifteen?”

“Not really, it’s just that your mother is particularly mischievous.”

His eldest son had always been obedient and composed, and Fu Heng didn’t even know what he was like when he got naughty.

Perhaps his wife knew.

Perhaps neither of them knew.

“I’m sorry to have troubled you lately.”

With the New Year approaching, everyone was busy, and even his uncle had less time to visit his mother.

Therefore, the burden of caring for his mother fell more heavily on his father.

Unfortunately, as her memories returned, his mother lost the obedient nature of her childhood and became rebellious and naughty, making her difficult to discipline.

Playing games all night was a minor issue; there were even more extreme cases. Fortunately, they kept a close watch on her, and there were no rumors of the Fu Group chairman’s wife getting into fights.

This also indirectly demonstrated just how difficult 15-year-old Gu Qingqing was.

Fu Sijin and the others saw the hard work of their father, and occasionally sighed that it was not easy for parents to raise children. As a result, the relationship between father and son became closer.

I don’t know whether to cry or laugh, maybe it’s a dilemma.

Qingqing slept until after ten o’clock in the evening.

Nearly eight hours, which can be regarded as making up for the sleep time she lost due to staying up late.