Chapter 265: My Most Favorite Is My Dad

Before Jian Yi could get angry, little Xi Yan seemed to sense the extremely dangerous aura coming from his dad.

He pursed his rosy little lips.

In a blink, his small body dashed behind Lu Li.

His fair little face flushed red, and in a tiny voice, he let out a loud cry:

"Li Li, Ms. Li Li, help!!!!"

Jian Yi: "..."

Lu Junhan: "..."

Jian Yi’s already gloomy face turned even more sinister. He gently flexed his wrist, his cold, indifferent face exuding an extreme chill, and his dark eyes glared at the little fellow, emphasizing each word:

"Jian Xiyan! Come here this instant!"

Jian Xiyan clutched onto Lu Li’s chair with his little hands, desperately shaking his head!

Zhang Dazhuang, not wanting the situation to become too awkward, quickly spoke as the peacemaker:

"Hey, hey, President Jian, don’t get mad, don’t get mad, kids don’t understand, you just need to teach him more in the future. You can’t resort to violence; in case something goes wrong, you’ll be the one heartbroken, after all!"

Jian Yi’s thin lips curled into a cold smile; he didn’t deny or agree.

Then, he looked towards Lu Junhan. Before he could speak, Lu Junhan lifted his eyelids, turned his phone screen face down on the table, and in a detached tone said:

"No swapping, don’t even think about it! Just give up on that idea!"

Jian Yi: "..."

The little girl originally wanted to speak on Xi Yan’s behalf, because Xi Yan’s father looked really scary, and Uncle definitely seemed angry!

Though the little girl didn’t know why Uncle was angry, just like she didn’t know why her dad was sometimes angry without a reason.

Suddenly hearing the conversation between her dad and Uncle, the words at the tip of her tongue stalled. Blinking her big dark eyes, she tilted her little head and curiously asked:

"Dad, what won’t you swap? What does Uncle want to swap with you?"

Lu Junhan glanced at her, responding nonchalantly: "I was raising a little pig before, and this Uncle thinks his is too ugly, so he wants to swap with mine—"

"Little pig?" The little girl’s eyes lit up; in her sweet, clear voice, she excitedly said:

"Dad, when did you start raising a little pig? Where is it? Can Li Li see it? Li Li likes little pigs!"

"Sure." Lu Junhan’s thin lips twitched, raising an eyebrow, "You can see it when you look in the mirror."

Jian Yi: "..."

The little girl opened her eyes wide, confused: "Did the piggy run into the mirror?"

"Mm-hmm." Lu Junhan slightly curled his lips, replying, "You could say that."

"Then this piggy is so pitiful."

The little girl said sympathetically, "Dad, shouldn’t we help it out?"

Lu Junhan patted the little girl’s head with his long hand, switched his phone to selfie mode, and then aimed it at her, saying calmly, "The pig is right there, can you see it?"

"..."

After three seconds of silence, the little girl’s dark eyes welled up with tears, angrily looking at her dad:

"Li Li isn’t a pig! Dad, you’re the pig! You’re a bad pig! Hmph! Big bad pig! Smelly dad! Big jerk! Bad thing! Li Li will hit you! You’re a bad person!"

Lu Junhan: "..."

Jian Yi: "..."

Zhang Dazhuang: "..."

Qu Sinian: "..."

Lu Junhan has driven his daughter to a point where she doesn’t even repeat herself when insulting him!

Given the first two rather poor examples, Zhang Dazhuang hadn’t held much hope for his son’s essay. He planned to secretly hide the envelope and read it at home, which was better than making a fool of himself here. Who knew, just as he placed his hand on the envelope, the attention of the other three adults was drawn towards him.

In an instant, Zhang Dazhuang felt pressure heavier than gold.

Qu Sinian’s voice was chilly, yet his eyes showed a hint of schadenfreude, suggesting that he and Jian Yi couldn’t be the only ones embarrassed:

"Go ahead, tear it open; this is your son’s love for you."

Jian Yi let out a heavy "Mm," agreeing.

Even Lu Junhan glanced over.

Zhang Dazhuang’s two chubby hands clutched the envelope tightly, afraid they would snatch it away, smiling awkwardly on his dark, fat face,

"Forget it, forget it, I won’t open it here, better than making a fool of myself! I know my son’s capabilities; asking him to write an essay is harder than asking him to die; it’s probably just a blank sheet of paper inside with nothing worth seeing."

Are you kidding? No way am I going to publicly embarrass myself!

Just now, Movie King Qu and President Jian’s unparalleled expressions were straight-up historical record material!

Utterly embarrassing!

I couldn’t even watch.

When people reach a certain status in society, their self-respect weighs more than anything else, especially for Qu Sinian and Jian Yi.

After what happened just now, they probably wish they could kill him and President Lu to silence them!

So, even if you beat me to death, I won’t open it!

However, despite Zhang Dazhuang guarding against everything, focusing only on guarding against the adults, he never expected his rear lines to catch fire!

At that moment, seeing his dad dragging his feet, Zhang Yiming took initiative, reached out, and opened his essay envelope.

"Son!" Zhang Dazhuang hurriedly reached out, trying to snatch it: "Quit it!"

Qu Sinian suddenly stuck out a leg, Zhang Dazhuang stumbled and fell back into his seat.

However, it was too late; Zhang Yiming had already opened the envelope.

"Don’t worry, Mr. Zhang," Qu Sinian said with a clear voice, "Seeing how confident your son looks, he shouldn’t have written anything bad about you."

Zhang Dazhuang paused, thinking to himself, true, I’m too tense. Seeing the brat eagerly open the letter and pull out the essay, he probably didn’t write anything awful!

Zhang Yiming candidly laid his essay in the center of the table, unashamedly addressing those around him:

"If you want to read, go ahead! I spent a long time on this essay! I even revised it multiple times, it almost killed me!"

This essay, at first glance, had many parts erased with an eraser; in many character boxes, there were faint eraser marks, blurring the paper.

Zhang Dazhuang saw this, his heart pounding, hurriedly glanced at the title, then sighed in relief once he saw it.

Thank goodness, the title is indeed "My Favorite Dad."

However, as he read further, his dark chubby face instantly turned green!

Title: My Favorite Dad

My favorite is my dad.

My dad has long, beautiful black hair, very large eyes, so white, even whiter than my pet dog Xiao Bai. Also, my dad loves wearing little dresses, looking really, really pretty!

Every day, my dad has two little braids, hopping about as he walks, his voice sounds like a cat, super nice, and he’s very cute!

I absolutely love my dad the most.