The Sweetness of the Seventies
Chapter 1023 - 992 Strict Father Teaches Son

Chapter 1023: Chapter 992 Strict Father Teaches Son

He Tiantian didn’t deny what her husband said.

"Yes, with Qi Zhengmin, there’s not only friendship but also family affection," He Tiantian said. "Anyway, it’s women’s matters that you don’t understand. I won’t talk to you about it."

Huo Yingjie was a bit sorrowful, supporting his chin with his hand, he spoke with some dissatisfaction, "Tiantian, it’s been a long time since we had a proper conversation. We are middle-aged now, we should really communicate."

He Tiantian suddenly remembered a report she had read a few days ago. It was about a middle-aged couple who, due to being busy at work, under a lot of stress, or perhaps because the passion in life had faded, felt that family life was uninspiring, and so they had affairs.

If they didn’t take good care of their relationship, perhaps they might end up in the same situation after all this time.

"You’re right, we really need to communicate," He Tiantian smiled and said. "Tell me, what have you been wanting to say to me recently?"

When Huo Yingjie heard He Tiantian’s tone was no longer perfunctory, he was very happy, asserting his presence: "Actually, I wanted to say that you’ve been too busy lately. I want you to put aside those trivial matters, and after work, just the two of us go out for a stroll. I want to personally buy you a few clothes and have dinner together."

After hearing Huo Yingjie’s words and giving it some thought, He Tiantian realized it was indeed as he said; she hadn’t had a world of just the two of them with Huo Yingjie for a long time. Although they did plenty of intimate things in private, the chances to go out together during the day were getting fewer and fewer.

"Hmm, I didn’t realize until you mentioned it, but now that you have, I remember it really has been a long time since we had our world of just the two of us," He Tiantian smiled and said. "Alright, tomorrow I’ll arrange for others to handle my tasks. I’ll leave work early to meet you at the entrance of your office, and then we’ll head straight out. We’re not just buying clothes for me, but also some clothes and shoes for you."

Hearing that He Tiantian agreed, Huo Yingjie was very happy, his wife really did value his thoughts.

"Great, I’ll wait for you at the office," Huo Yingjie smiled and said, he loved it when his wife came to pick him up, making those single bachelors jealous!

Feeling good and not the least bit sleepy, He Tiantian’s eyes twinkled as she suggested, "It’s rare that we’re not sleepy. How about we have a few drinks?"

"Sure!" Huo Yingjie smiled meaningfully, he loved He Tiantian when she drank, as she would act more feminine.

Each time they drank, they found immense joy in it.

This was the top-tier red wine Huo Yingjie had secretly stashed away during the Mid-Autumn festival, it had not been enjoyed until now.

He poured two glasses, one for himself and one for He Tiantian.

They gazed at each other, savoring the fragrance of the top-tier red wine.

After drinking, the emotional temperature between the two rose, becoming more tender.

Under the light, He Tiantian’s skin blushed, her eyes sparkling and radiant.

She didn’t know how much time had passed before feeling incredibly comfortable yet exhausted. She no longer had the energy to remind Huo Yingjie to pick the wine bottles up from under the bed before drifting into a deep sleep.

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The next morning, Huo Yingjie and He Tiantian were awakened by the cries of their youngest son.

Oh, that brat, he was more punctual than a rooster, waking up around six o’clock every morning, and then he would cry if no one paid attention to him.

Such a rascal of a child.

Knowing that He Tiantian was tired, Huo Yingjie whispered, "You keep sleeping, I’ll go over."

Nowadays, someone else prepared breakfast, and if no special guest was coming over, He Tiantian didn’t make breakfast anymore.

"Brother Yingjie is so nice." He Tiantian peeked out her head, said coquettishly, and then curled up in the blanket to continue sleeping.

Even if she couldn’t fall asleep, she wanted to lie in bed a bit longer.

Huo Yingjie chuckled softly, dressed in his home clothes, and headed to the room next door, where his son was staying.

The little rascal was angry, having thrown all the blankets and sheets to the ground.

Huo Yingjie smiled, squinting his eyes, and took out the clothes He Tiantian had prepared the night before, putting them on Huo Ruifeng. Just as Ruifeng was about to dash out, Huo Yingjie caught him.

"Pick up the blankets and pillows from the ground." Huo Yingjie’s expression was not as merry as it used to be, it was stern. Today he was going to discipline the youngster.

"Where’s Mom?" The youngster, seeing that Dad was angry, changed the subject but still didn’t pick up anything from the floor.

"Pick them up," Huo Yingjie said softly, blocking the doorway.

Huo Yingjie looked stern, and if Huo Ruifeng didn’t pick them up, Huo Yingjie would not allow him to go out.

"I miss Mom." Huo Ruifeng thought his mom was so good, as long as he cried, his mom would always satisfy his requests.

"Pick them up."

"I’m thirsty."

"Pick them up."

"I... I’m hungry."

"Pick them up."

"I... I need to pee..."

"Pick them up."

Huo Ruifeng came up with many excuses, but all were replied to by Huo Yingjie with "Pick them up."

Huo Ruifeng’s stubbornness rose, he covered his eyes with both hands and started wailing loudly.

"Dad is bad, Dad is bad... I want Mom..." Huo Ruifeng tried to rush past Dad but bumped into him.

"Pick them up." Huo Yingjie repeated the same sentence.

Huo Ruifeng thought his crying would attract his mom and Grandma Wang, his brother and sister, but it was as if they hadn’t heard, not one of them came over.

There was only Dad at the door.

"Dad, I’ll pick them up in a bit," said two-year-old Huo Ruifeng, who was very articulate and negotiating with his dad.

"Pick them up." Huo Yingjie neither smiled nor showed anger.

Cry if you will, cry if you must, since he set up a barrier anyway, no one else can hear.

This kid, if not disciplined now, could become completely lawless in the future.

Being stared at by Dad like this, and without any "reinforcements" coming to his aid, Huo Ruifeng stopped crying and picked up the blanket and pillow obediently, placing them on the little bed.

"Dad, I’m going out," Huo Ruifeng said, realizing tears only worked on Mom, not Dad.

"Are you going to disrespect others’ hard work again?" asked Huo Yingjie as he squatted down to look his son in the eye, not respecting others’ hard work would surely make him a prodigal son in the future.

He could not tolerate such behavior.

"But no one is playing with me," Huo Ruifeng did not think he was in the wrong.

"Your brother and sister don’t cry or throw tantrums in the morning, let alone throw blankets and pillows on the ground," Huo Yingjie clarified, grateful that his older son and daughter set a good example for their younger brother.

"But... but..." Huo Ruifeng could not find the words to argue; indeed, brother and sister did not cry.

"If you cry, you will be laughed at, and feel ashamed," said Huo Yingjie.

Huo Ruifeng scrunched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed, and said, "Okay, Dad, I won’t cry anymore, but Mom has to come and stay with me."

She’s my wife, she should stay with me!

"Cough cough!" Those words weren’t appropriate for Huo Yingjie to say to his son, so he changed the subject, "Don’t you want to practice martial arts? Come on, I’ll teach you."

"Like the martial arts from Shaolin Temple?" Huo Ruifeng remembered the monks from the movies he watched with the adults, wielding sticks and chanting.

"Uh, more or less," Huo Yingjie found it hard to explain, after all, his son was too young. He’d go into more details when he was older.

"Mmm, then I’ll learn," Huo Ruifeng nodded. "Dad, let’s start."

Huo Ruifeng had been harboring resentment against Dad in his mind just a moment ago, but now that he heard Dad would teach him martial arts, he forgot all about the resentment, eager for Dad to start teaching him quick.