Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 152 - 151: Poor Watermelon

Chapter 152: Chapter 151: Poor Watermelon

Little Bun, while speaking, nodded vigorously and puffed out her chest with immense pride, presenting the drawing in front of Su Chenyi.

"So, my dear second great-nephew, why do you draw so well, yet you don’t include your little cousins?"

Facing Mianmian’s big eyes filled with skepticism, Su Chenyi, already on his knees, bowed his head in sincere admission of guilt, "Little Auntie, I previously did not pay enough attention to Chaoyu and Chaoyang, and that indeed was my mistake. I have reflected on it and will continue to do so in the future. Moreover, the painting I’m planning to do actually includes both of them."

As he spoke, Su Chenyi took out his mobile phone and voice-called a smart device to turn on the projector, projecting the photo onto the wall.

The photo captured quite a broad scene, with Mianmian at the very center, reaching out to touch a painting about the sea, her profile facing the camera. To Mianmian’s left was a surprised Su Chaoyu looking at the camera, and on the right, Su Chaoyang squatted on the ground playing with wooden figures with Su Chenfei.

Although Mianmian was the visual center of the photo, Su Chaoyu and Su Chaoyang each occupied a space. Under the sunlight, each Little Bun’s expression was different, creating a scene so beautiful and tranquil that it would bring a knowing smile to anyone who saw it.

After showing the photo, Su Chenyi was especially earnest, "I feel this scene is the most beautiful I’ve seen since my narrow escape from death, so I want to paint it. Please feel free to supervise me, and if my performance is still not good enough, then, then please use grandma’s family discipline stick to educate me."

The pledge Su Chenyi made was resolute. Everyone knew that stick was too much for the average person to bear, indicating his great determination to change his lifestyle.

After hearing Su Chenyi’s promise, Mianmian’s eyes roamed thoughtfully.

She was reminiscing about the past.

In the past, after mom finished scolding her, sometimes she would also scold dad, who partook in the mischief with her, indicating that both sides needed to work hard on certain things.

Thus, Mianmian turned around, got close to Su Chaoyu, her little face just inches from his, "You heard that, right, my little great-nephew? Great-Auntie has scolded your dad for you. He says he will work hard to improve, so if he doesn’t do better, you tell Great-Auntie."

Mianmian was halfway through her speech when she shook out that thin discipline stick from her brocade bag.

The stick miraculously landed in her small hand, then with both hands she bounced it up and down to show Su Chaoyu, and said, "Great-Auntie will spank his butt with this discipline stick to teach him a lesson!"

Adorable Little Bun, with barely any effort, lifted a metal rod as thick as her own head and even moved it up and down.

Who wouldn’t be scared by such a scene?

Su Chenjin had been kneeling, but suddenly he pulled out his mobile phone, stood up, and with a step of his long legs, he found the perfect angle and snapped a photo of Mianmian.

Following his lead, the other brothers wanted to take photos too, but Mianmian had already tucked the stick back into her bag.

"What do you think, Chaoyu, my little sweetheart?" Mianmian put away her small brocade bag and asked Su Chaoyu earnestly.

Su Chaoyu swallowed hard.

That discipline stick that even their super strong fifth uncle couldn’t lift, Great-Auntie just had, and could move it too. That meant she really could use that stick to beat up his dad.

One hit with that and his dad would definitely be flattened!

He vaguely realized a problem—if Great-Auntie really didn’t want them to stay at home, it seemed like it would be an incredibly easy thing to do.

For instance, she could put them in that magical little bag and just not let them out.

"Will, will you use that bag to trap us in the future?" Su Chaoyu asked, very anxious since he had glared at Great-Auntie before.

"Huh?" Mianmian blinked in response to the question, "Why would I trap you guys in there?"

"If you put us away, then, then you could keep being loved by everyone, and, and then Grandpa and Grandma will give all the stuff in the house to you... and our family’s money," Su Chaoyu stuttered, "Everyone says our family is rich, the Kindergarten Pals say it, children’s parents say it too."

Mianmian tilted her head and pointed out a fact, "Then I’ll just directly take the money, what do I need you two for?"

Still, she felt a bit embarrassed as she poured out golden beans, jade, and various women’s jewelry from her brocade bag.

"Mom said these things can be exchanged for money down the mountain, I have money, so I won’t take things from the younger ones."

The sofa was piled with a heap of items.

Mianmian pushed them towards Su Chaoyu, "If you like them, Little Auntie will give them all to you. Little Auntie can earn money by treating people, and even perform on the streets, you know, that kind where they go ’hehe haha’ and break stones on their chest; Little Auntie can do that too."

Su Chaoyu completely stopped talking.

Although he didn’t know the value of this pile of things, he saw the beautiful black pearls and understood. His mom had once bought a black pearl necklace, a limited-edition item, costing several million. There were lots of zeroes on the shopping receipt.

Just one pearl was so expensive, and Little Auntie had so many, along with gold and other seemingly valuable items.

When Little Auntie said she wanted to give them to him, it didn’t seem at all like she was going to kick them out and take the Su Family’s money for herself, did it?

Thinking this, Su Chaoyu stuttered, "I don’t want yours, what’s yours is yours. I, I, I, I glare, glare at you, sorry, it was my fault."

Upon hearing the apology, Mianmian patted Su Chaoyu’s head, with an emphasis on his neatly arranged fringe.

It’s like a watermelon rind! When she put a watermelon rind on her head after eating the fruit, that was the hairstyle she saw in the mirror.

Ah, previously in that village selling watermelons, she hadn’t managed to eat any before they were ruined by the flood.

"Such poor watermelons," Mianmian muttered quietly.

Su Chaoyu was taken aback.

Was Little Auntie saying he looked like a watermelon?

Su Chaoyu wanted to ask, but Mianmian had already run off. This time, she ran to Su Chenjin and touched his face with her little hands.

Su Chenjin didn’t know why Little Auntie suddenly did this, but he knelt down steadily, waiting for Little Auntie to speak.

He was one meter ninety in height, and even kneeling down, he was taller than Mianmian. To accommodate Little Bun, he had to bend his back.

Little Bun’s tiny hands were chubby, tapping and flipping over his face before finally placing one hand on her hip and lifting Su Chenjin’s chin with the other, speaking in a milky voice, "Great-nephew, smile?"

Su Chenjin was initially curving his lips lightly, but upon hearing this, his smile stiffened, his grin forced.

Mianmian quickly touched around Su Chenjin’s mouth, concluding earnestly after, "Great-nephew, you’re almost getting a facial paralysis, you need to smile more, you know? The acupoints on your face aren’t flowing well. Don’t only smile at Mianmian; you need to smile at other family members too, don’t be so serious. Otherwise, if your face spoils, Mianmian will have to give you acupuncture."

Su Chenjin, fully aware, acknowledged that Little Auntie was resolving Su Chaoyu’s worries and promptly admitted his error, "Uh-huh, it’s Great-nephew’s fault, shouldn’t carry the work atmosphere home, being too serious at home as well."

The Su Family was large and their business extensive, with many eyes coveting their wealth, waiting for the day the Su Family would falter to devour them.

This meant spending more time making decisions and commanding subordinates. Even with his left and right hands assisting, there was still a ton of work to do every day.

When Elder Su retired and he first took over, many people saw his youth as an opportunity to pull him down. Facing those schemes and plots, Su Chenjin inevitably became more serious, and as a result, he developed an unsmiling character.

Although things were better now, Su Chenjin had nearly forgotten how to smile.

After hearing Su Chenjin’s admission, Mianmian’s chubby hand gently patted his face, smiling sweetly, "Great-nephew, you’re the best behaved."

Having said that, she turned again to Su Chaoyu’s side, "You see, your uncle is actually a bit ill, it’s not that he’s not smiling at you. He was actually super worried after receiving the call."

Su Chaoyu’s eyes widened, "Uncle received our call? He was very worried? Really?"

Hearing Su Chaoyu’s scepticism, Mianmian then took his hand, leading him to look at Su Chenjin’s feet.

"Look here, Great-nephew’s toenails."