Chapter 117: If The One Doing The Variety Show With Him Were Nan Yuanman
The scene immediately descended into chaos.
Jiang Chuyun took two punches before reacting, angrily grabbing Feng Langqing’s hand: “Feng Langqing! Are you crazy? Why hit me out of nowhere?!”
“I can’t hit the little one, but you’re her uncle—can’t I hit you?” Feng Langqing forcefully shook off Jiang Chuyun’s hand, his face dark: “Don’t tell me you didn’t see that your precious niece did it on purpose!”
If Nan Yuanman weren’t different from the other children, and had slipped on the apple and fallen…
“I’m telling you, Jiang Chuyun! This matter, our Feng family and your Jiang family—it’s not over!” Feng Langqing grabbed Jiang Chuyun’s collar, lifting him up entirely, and said coldly through gritted teeth.
Jiang Chuyun had naturally seen Jiang Xinxin’s actions, but he didn’t believe his niece, whom he’d watched grow up and who was frail and sickly, could be a bad child.
His face darkened slightly as he forcefully pried Feng Langqing’s hand off: “I believe Xin Xin didn’t do it on purpose. She just wasn’t careful.”
“Besides, what malicious thoughts could a five-year-old child have?”
Feng Langqing laughed angrily, releasing Jiang Chuyun’s collar and pointing at him through gritted teeth: “Fine, your Jiang family, well done.”
“I’ll remember this.”
The other three guests didn’t dare breathe, Su Yilan and He Junnan exchanging a look of speechless exasperation at Jiang Chuyun before hurriedly stepping forward to pull Feng Langqing back, persuading him: “Forget it, forget it, Brother Qing, we’re still filming the program—give the director some face.”
Feng Langqing’s face remained grim as he coldly glanced at Jiang Chuyun, then turned to anxiously watch Nan Yuanman, who was chasing after the apple.
After kicking the apple away, Jiang Xinxin suddenly remembered they were still filming. Panic flashed across her face, and she hurriedly said to Nan Yuanman: “Sorry, sister, I accidentally kicked the apple just now and almost made you fall. Really sorry.”
Nan Yuanman picked up the apple from the ground, pouting unhappily: “If I hadn’t trained with Grandpa, I would’ve fallen already, so I don’t accept your apology.”
Jiang Xinxin hadn’t expected Nan Yuanman to refuse her face in front of the camera. Her face flushed red, feeling aggrieved inside.
How could Nan Yuanman be like this! She’d already apologized! As the older sister, shouldn’t she graciously forgive her? How would the other children see her now?
Lin Lean passed by her with the apple on his head, sneering coldly: “Hypocrisy.”
He then shouted toward Nan Yuanman: “Sister Yuanman, the ground’s uneven—watch your step so you don’t trip over anything else.”
Nan Yuanman had already placed the apple back on her head and continued running forward. Hearing him, she replied in a childish voice with a sweet “Okay.”
Jiang Xinxin felt even more angry and aggrieved inside. As Meng Juanjuan passed by, she originally didn’t want to bother with her, but remembered what her little aunt had said about buttering her up.
She paused slightly and offered her the apple on her head: “Xin Xin sister, it’s okay. I believe you didn’t do it on purpose. Here’s my apple for you—let’s keep going together!”
But Jiang Xinxin felt Meng Juanjuan was pitying her, which made her even angrier. She slapped the apple off her hand forcefully: “Get lost! Who wants your crappy apple!”
The apple in Meng Juanjuan’s palm immediately fell to the ground and rolled far away.
Her face flushed red, somewhat at a loss: “Xin Xin sister…”
“Don’t call me sister—I don’t have a hick sister like you! Hmph!” Jiang Xinxin huffed, turned, and walked off, boldly asking the staff for a new apple.
Meng Juanjuan felt her self-esteem trampled. Her eyes instantly reddened as she silently went to pick up the apple from the ground, wiped it cherishedly, placed it on her head, and proceeded carefully.
The viewers in the livestream room had long been arguing furiously over Jiang Xinxin’s arrogant behavior.
[OMG! Isn’t this child Jiang Xinxin too vicious? She almost made Yuanman fall, and now she slapped Juan Juan’s apple away! This is too much!]
[Damn! Spoiled rich kids are even more detestable!]
[I can’t take it anymore—I’m so angry, I want to slap her.]
[…]
Jiang Junsheng, constantly monitoring the livestream room, saw the tide turning and hurriedly contacted the water army to jump in.
Amid the barrage of curses in the livestream room, bullet screens defending Jiang Xinxin soon appeared:
[Jiang Xinxin is the little princess of the Jiang family after all—being a bit arrogant is normal, right? What are you poor losers freaking out about?]
[Exactly, Princess Xin Xin already apologized, saying it was an accident. She’s only five—what bad intentions could she have?]
[Don’t you know? Jiang Xinxin and Yuanman are sisters! Just sisterly roughhousing—what are you making a big deal out of?]
[Upstairs, come on, let’s roughhouse—I strangle you to death and say it’s just play. /smile/ /smile/]
[…]
The online clamor couldn’t affect Nan Yuanman. The little girl calmly reached the finish line and quickly grabbed three ingredients from the table—eggs, flour, and a lump of pork.
Her small face was flushed red, her eyes sparkling as she carried the ingredients running to Feng Langqing: “Third brother! I won! We have breakfast today!”
Feng Langqing looked at the flour in her hand and swallowed his words about not knowing how to make hand-pulled noodles. He gave her a thumbs-up: “Yuanman is awesome!”
Jiang Chuyun looked at her with a complicated expression, mouth slightly agape: “Yuanman…”
Nan Yuanman didn’t give him a chance to speak. After getting the director’s approval, she excitedly pulled Feng Langqing back to their room.
Completely ignored, Jiang Chuyun’s face flushed slightly. The faint fondness he’d felt for her vanished instantly. What an ill-mannered, impolite child—she didn’t respect her elder at all!
Soon, the other four children reached the finish line and each chose three ingredients. Jiang Xinxin arrived last, leaving only eggs, vegetables, and a bundle of dried noodles on the table.
Unhappily hugging the items, she walked to Jiang Chuyun, pouting with teary eyes: “Sorry, Third Uncle, Xin Xin didn’t get good ingredients.”
Jiang Chuyun had wanted to ask why she’d kicked the apple under Nan Yuanman’s feet, but seeing her pitiful look, the reprimand stuck in his throat.
He sighed heavily and patted her head: “It’s okay—as long as there’s food to eat.”
When he returned to their lodging with Jiang Xinxin, Nan Yuanman and Feng Langqing’s room door was already tightly shut. Standing at the doorway, he could still hear the little dumpling’s giggles and Feng Langqing’s voice teasing her to laugh.
Jiang Chuyun tightened his grip slightly on Jiang Xinxin’s hand and entered silently to cook.
Jiang Chuyun had also been pampered growing up. The Jiang family had chefs, and in the entertainment industry, he had a life assistant—or crew box meals if not—so this was his first time cooking personally.
After much effort, sweating profusely to cook the egg noodles, Jiang Xinxin took one bite and spat it out, wrinkling her nose in disgust: “So gross… Third Uncle, these noodles are so salty—they’re not fit for humans.”
At the same time, from next door came Nan Yuanman’s praise: “Wow! Third brother, you’re amazing! First time making gnocchi soup and it’s this delicious! So good! This is the most delicious gnocchi soup Yuanman has ever had!”
Jiang Chuyun’s clothes were soaked with sweat, his cheek beaten by Feng Langqing burning hotly, his stomach growling with hunger pangs.
He stared dazedly at Jiang Xinxin, who wore a look of disgust, spitting saliva and constantly complaining. Nan Yuanman’s praise kept drilling into his ears, and a wave of fatigue surged in his heart, uncontrollably giving rise to a trace of envy toward Feng Langqing.
A thought flashed through his mind: If… the one who’d come on the variety show with him was Nan Yuanman…
Would she spit out the noodles he cooked, like Jiang Xinxin?
As if possessed, Jiang Chuyun picked up the bowl of noodles from the table and went to the tightly shut door of Feng Langqing and Nan Yuanman’s room, raising his hand to knock.
End of this chapter
