Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 145 - 144: The Problem of Moral Kidnapping

Chapter 145: Chapter 144: The Problem of Moral Kidnapping

Su Chenjin usually makes public appearances in bespoke suits. In winter, he also sports a variety of stylish coats.

He’s tall and well-built with an inherent air of dignity. Even when mingling in a crowd, his commanding presence makes him stand out.

Besides his attire, he is also a man of few words, with a face that rarely shows any emotion aside from indifference.

Such a man, wearing a white T-shirt and straightforwardly admitting to the camera that he was forcibly dressing in parent-child outfits with an elder, shocked everyone to the core.

The Beijin Media Official Blog was live-streaming, and some netizens who stumbled upon the broadcast saw the recently trending Little Auntie Su Mianmian, as well as the esteemed President Su Chenjin, and were thrilled. They immediately shared it in the "Su Chenfei Emoticon Pack Group" and the "Mian Bao Fan Group".

After sharing, upon hearing Su Chenjin declare, "forced parent-child outfits," they couldn’t help but send bullet comments.

[Hahaha, forced parent-child outfits! Responding in inverted order, as expected of the overbearing CEO Su Chenjin.]

[I’ll be honest, and please don’t hit me, Little Auntie is actually a bit chubby. But I’m not saying that being chubby is bad, I mean, such an adorable little one, performing high kicks and martial arts moves, just too cute for words!]

[Hahaha, if she added a pacifier, the contrast would be even greater.]

[Your subject has a request, can we use CEO Su’s image for free emoticons? Or will that get us a cease and desist?]

It wasn’t just the netizens who were making cheeky comments; those at the scene also had a range of thoughts.

Su Chenfei, Su Chenzhou, and Su Chenyi all muttered in agreement: As expected of our big brother, such a deep strategist, scheming to this extent!

Meanwhile, Su Chenyan’s eyes lit up as he thought, I’m learning, I’m learning. Tomorrow, I’ll also wear forced parent-child outfits. But what if Little Auntie wants to wear a dress? Should he wear one too?

Hmm, he’ll ask his big brother later.

Among the twins, Su Chaoyu was feeling quite bitter.

Whenever the kindergarten organized parent-child events, some of the children would wear matching outfits with their parents. Seeing the neat attire and the joyful atmosphere always made Su Chaoyu envy such families.

He hesitated for a long time, too scared to mention it to his big uncle, or the fifth and sixth uncles who would go to the kindergarten events in place of dad, fearing rejection.

But now his big uncle was voluntarily dressing up with grandma.

Does everyone really favor grandma that much? What should he and Chaoyang do in the future?

Su Chaoyu glanced at his brother, who was still playing with a wooden figure, and his worry deepened, causing his eyebrows to furrow.

"Look at what Su is saying; we’ve seen it, of course, we’ve seen it," the reporter, after racking his brain for a clever comeback to no avail under Su Chenjin’s imposing aura, simply laughed it off and went on to ask the precious second question, "Little Auntie, what did you see in Yide Village that made you realize the entire village was bad?"

This question was much more straightforward and simple, clearly aiming at the recent hotspots and hoping to hear some firsthand accounts of the supernatural or fantastic.

Mianmian, upon hearing this question, was indeed a bit worried.

She was afraid of divulging something she shouldn’t, so she glanced at her grandnephew. After seeing him nod ever so slightly and smile, she relaxed and answered directly, "What I saw were lots of Dark Qi in the Pomegranate Garden, and when we were doing tasks, the faces of those moms showed that they were forced to be separated from their parents, very pitiful."

"I see, so you mean Little Auntie’s fortune-telling is really accurate. May I ask where you learned it?" the reporter proceeded to ask the third question as scripted.

Mianmian raised her little hand, "I learned it from mom on the mountain!"

The reporter was perplexed at the mention of ’the mountain’.

The place wasn’t specified, merely referred to as ’on the mountain.’ Which mountain was it? But regrettably, they ran out of questions and couldn’t ask more. The bodyguard courteously escorted the reporter aside.

The next reporter stepped forward, clean and a bit chubby, gazing incessantly at Mianmian.

After a long while, he finally asked the first question, "Could you tell us where your parents are?"

As soon as the reporter asked the question, he was kicked by someone behind him wearing a t-shirt with the same logo. What kind of question was that? They had agreed to ask about whether the Su Family would be responsible for those rescued, so why did it change to this?

Mianmian was also taken aback by the question.

"Are Dad and Mom up on the mountain? Aqiu..." Little Bun had just answered when she suddenly covered her nose and sneezed loudly.

She paused, intending to speak again, but was interrupted by another big sneeze, "Aqiu!"

Mianmian knew it was impolite to sneeze at people, so this time she used her little hand to cover and turned towards the ground to sneeze. However, her milky voice kept crying out "Aqiu," non-stop, unable to cease.

The man who was asking questions frowned, intent on asking more, but a colleague behind him had already pulled him away.

"If you can’t ask, then don’t. I’ll do it," said the colleague with disdain, "I told you not to smoke, but you wouldn’t listen. After smoking, you sprayed so much perfume on yourself, look what state you’ve put the little auntie in."

The man smelled himself, then said, "This scent isn’t bothersome."

"Not bothersome? Why else would the little auntie be sneezing? You really are... Step aside, let me ask."

Strangely, as soon as this person approached, Mianmian stopped sneezing all at once.

Su Chenjin handed her a handkerchief midway through, and when Mianmian stopped, used a clean, damp tissue provided by the assistant to wipe Mianmian’s face.

After her face was wiped, Mianmian was still embarrassed, "Sorry, Mianmian doesn’t know why she was sneezing. Huh? Where did the person asking questions go?"

The replacement reporter heard this and turned to look as well.

There were other media companies waiting behind, while the colleague who had been told he sprayed perfume on himself had already left without looking back.

Truly, could his temper be so flared up that he got angry after a couple of remarks?

"He might have had an urgent matter, let me do the asking. I’ll make sure to ask questions that are hard for you to deal with, the kind that can stir up discussions among the netizens, ferment spontaneously, and increase the heat for our website."

Thinking thus, the person smirked, held the microphone to Mianmian’s face with practiced ease, and opened his mouth to ask the questions they had discussed earlier.

The first question, "Little Auntie, will you take responsibility for those you rescued? They brought so many children, and some of their families are very poor; they might end up suffering more at home than they did in Yide Village."

When this question was asked, the live broadcasting room exploded.

[What the hell, which reporter is this? Isn’t this moral blackmail?]

[Exactly, haven’t the unfortunate sisters shared their experiences earlier? That village still holds onto the outdated notion of favoring boys over girls; the men are all domestic abusers; it’s very tragic for them!]

[By the way, I also think the Su Family should probably take care of this, right? After all, they are so rich, giving some money wouldn’t hurt, right?]

The netizens could see the moral blackmail, how could the Su Family people present not understand? Honestly, as the children of the wealthiest family, they have truly heard and seen a lot of such comments since they were young.

And this reporter dares to ask such a question to a three-and-a-half-year-old child, what is he thinking?

If the little auntie says she’ll take responsibility, then this will forever be associated with her. If she says she won’t help, she’ll be accused by netizens of being cold-hearted; either response could create problems.

Now what?

Should they answer for her?

While everyone was anxious, Mianmian, with her little nose rubbed red, wrinkled her forehead and countered, "Hmm... take responsibility for them? What responsibility should Mianmian take? Going back home, they will be in pain; does it mean they won’t be happy? Why won’t they be happy? Shouldn’t they be very happy with their dads and moms?"

Caught off guard by the counter-question, the reporter smiled awkwardly, answering Mianmian, "Because they are girls. Girls are expected to get married, yet they return home with children. This way, perhaps they are already disliked by their parents?"

Mianmian’s eyes widened in amazement, "Why don’t you like girls? Both mom and dad say that girls are sweet and cute. Boys might be smelly, but as long as they bathe more, they are cute and fragrant babies too. If Mianmian were a boy, mom and dad would still like Mianmian."

"So, why don’t you like girls?"

The reporter was taken aback, "Ah? Me?"

Mianmian nodded seriously, looking at the reporter’s neck, and sighed.