Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!
Chapter 360 Dirty! Dirty!

Chapter 360: Chapter 360 Dirty! Dirty!

"Brother, the Demon King is coming!"

Focused on building a snowman, Ji Chao and Ji Ze had just piled up a tall body for their dad’s snowman when they heard their little sister’s anxious voice. They looked back, puzzled, "What?"

Lu Nuonuo pointed towards the backyard door, where Shang Qing, who came specially to see the children, said, "The Demon King grandpa."

Ji Chao and Ji Ze stood up and looked in the direction she was pointing. They exchanged glances and recognized him as the old grandpa who had previously appeared at the kindergarten gate, secretly watching them.

The sun was gradually rising, and it was no longer as cold as it had been in the morning, but the wind still carried a sharp chill.

However, for the three children, this degree of coldness was not a big problem. Most importantly, they needed to chase away the Demon King mentioned by their sister.

Shang Qing hadn’t had the chance to speak to the children when a snowball flew in his direction.

"Old Shang!"

The bodyguards swiftly moved forward, opening umbrellas to block the snowball flying from the yard.

Shang Qing waved his hand and said in a low voice, "It’s nothing."

Lu Nuonuo’s hands were small, and the snowball she made wasn’t very large. It fell to the ground before it could even reach Shang Qing.

She shouted in her childlike voice, "I will drive you, the Demon King, away! You’re not allowed to bully my mother."

Hearing this, Ji Ze also chimed in, "You’re not allowed to bully my sister and mom—"

Lu Xining and Fu Junhang, hearing the noise in the yard, rushed out to check, "Nuonuo, Xiao Chao, Xiao Ze."

Little Dumpling turned back and looked at her, "Mommy, don’t be scared, Nuonuo and the brothers will protect you!"

Ji Chao and Ji Ze always kept their little sister behind them, and they also spoke up, indicating they would protect their mother.

Shang Qing, who was being regarded as the Demon King: "..."

The villa where Lu Xining and her family lived had two courtyards, with doors at both the front and the back. Shang Qing had deliberately come to the small door in the backyard to avoid other people’s attention, as he wanted to see his daughter and grandchildren.

"Xining, your dad..."

Lu Xining’s eyes darkened, and she abruptly cut him off, her tone sharp, "Mr. Shang, watch your words!"

Little Dumpling was still crouched behind her brothers, puffing and huffing as she made a big snowball, ready to use it to drive away the Demon King grandpa outside.

Fu Junhang, seeing that the children were not injured, didn’t stop her actions.

Given the current situation with Shang Qing showing up here, they clearly had the upper hand. This man obviously wanted to acknowledge his grandchildren, but the three children all disliked him.

"Uncle Fu, help me, Nuonuo wants a really, really big snowball."

The child gestured vividly the size of a snowball bigger than a snowman’s head, and Fu Junhang curved the corners of his mouth, bending down to arrange a snowball that Little Dumpling could lift for her.

After their mother came out, Ji Chao and Ji Ze stopped throwing snowballs outside.

However, their little sister clearly was not ready to give up so easily.

One, two, three...

Shang Qing just stood there motionless. The children didn’t throw with much force, and with an iron gate in front blocking the way, all the snowballs fell to the ground before getting past the gate.

Lu Nuonuo: "!!!"

Lu Xining saw her daughter’s enthusiastic face and, since she also disliked that man outside, she didn’t stop her.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was filled with undisguised contempt.

Shang Qing took a step forward, his voice deep and earnest, "Xining, I want to take you to see the place where your mother lived."

She instinctively rejected his idea, her tone sharp, "There’s no need for that."

During a pause in their conversation, Lu Nuonuo crouched and stealthily made her way to the iron gate. Her little hand slipped through the crack, and she smashed the snowball in her hand against the man’s trouser leg, finally landing on the surface of his black military boots.

"Yes! Nuonuo hit the target!"

The bodyguard’s face tightened with tension, hastily trying to wipe the snowflakes off Shang Qing’s boots, but the man waved his hand, signaling them all to step back.

He walked straight to the gate and looked at her, his gaze focused, "It’s rare for you to come to Beicheng, why don’t you come home for a meal?"

"Can’t you understand human language?"

Lu Xining’s expression grew colder, and she turned to take the children back.

Just then, Lu Nuonuo took advantage of the others’ inattention, secretly ran to the gate, and threw a big snowball that hit Shang Qing’s boots and instantly burst into a white snowflake.

The snow in Beicheng had a crunchy texture. Just as Lu Nuonuo was about to return to continue making snowballs, she suddenly realized that the iron gate in front of her had opened.

Oh no! Bad news!

The Demon King actually had a secret weapon, they were about to be robbed!

Seeing the black card in the man’s hand, she hurried back but was still a step slow, "Mommy, run—"

"Little sister!"

"Nuonuo!"

Ji Chao and Ji Ze were about to rush over when Fu Junhang held them back; he did not see any malice in Shang Qing’s expression.

Lu Xining quickly stepped forward, yet she still couldn’t outwit the cunning and shrewd man, "Let go of my daughter!"

The Shang Family’s bodyguards immediately blocked her way, their movements clean and crisp, clearly those of organized and disciplined men who had retired from some place.

"Demon King, big villain, let me go."

Being held in Shang Qing’s arms, Lu Nuonuo began to struggle non-stop but soon gave up when she realized it was no use.

Her big watery eyes were black and round, shimmering with a sly sparkle. As she rolled her eyes, she stealthily stuffed the small snowball she was clutching in her palm down the collar of his shirt while he wasn’t paying attention.

Yes! Another success!

The cold sensation instantly slid down Shang Qing’s neck and into his shirt, leaving a chilly trail on his back.

Shang Qing had noticed her little antics the moment Little Dumpling began to move. Seeing the lively flicker in her eyes rolling back and forth, he pretended not to notice and let her succeed in her little scheme.

He did not get angry because of the child’s actions; instead, he asked curiously, "Little Dumpling, why did you stop struggling?"

"Mommy said, when facing danger, don’t do things that waste energy. Save your strength."

A look saying ’my mom is the best and smartest in the whole world’ spread across her face, melting Shang Qing’s heart.

He looked at the child’s hands, which had turned red after she took off her gloves to make snowballing easier and took her petite hand in his, holding it to his neck to warm her with his own body temperature.

Who knew that Lu Nuonuo, who didn’t show any scared expressions just moments ago, suddenly began to cry.

"Wuu wuu wuu, it’s dirty! It’s dirty! Nuonuo’s hand has gotten dirty!"

"You really are the Demon King from the cartoons!"

"Mommy, Nuonuo’s hand will smell like an old person, I need to wash my hands, I need to wash with something fragrant..."

Even Shang Qing, such a prominent figure in his professional field, couldn’t help but freeze momentarily in the face of the child’s disdainful voice, completely unable to keep up with the child’s train of thought.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I don’t smell like an old person."

Lu Nuonuo cried woefully, "You do, you do, you really do—"