WRA CH97

1.

When baby Guazi was six months old, Zhou Sicheng made a donation to a prestigious university in Haicheng, securing a permanent auditing privilege. The sunflower yao could randomly choose classes to attend… without having to take exams!

Xiang Zhen wandered around various colleges and, on Bai Qi’s advice, wore black-rimmed glasses to pose as an intellectual.

One day, the little sunflower accidentally wandered into an advanced mathematics class. Because his hair color was too flashy, the professor called on him, but despite trying his absolute best, he couldn’t answer the question.

The professor had noticed Xiang Zhen wasn’t playing on his phone and had an incredibly serious expression, intending to use him as a role model. Instead, they just stared blankly at each other for a moment before the professor waved a hand for him to sit down.

“Hubby, I embarrassed you.”

Zhou Sicheng rubbed his wife’s hair. “It’s fine, honey. It’s not embarrassing. Just don’t go to that class anymore.”

Thanks to the power of President Zhou’s capital, no professor in the entire school would ever call on this blond person again—unless he raised his hand voluntarily.

“As long as you don’t find it embarrassing, hubby, then it’s fine.” Xiang Zhen nodded. The face he lost belonged to Zhou Sicheng; it had nothing to do with him being a sunflower yao. A sunflower’s face was too big to lose anyway.

“Hubby, I went to the wrong classroom. I thought it was the wine tasting class from the College of Food Science.”

“You still want to drink?” Zhou Sicheng couldn’t rest easy letting his wife drink in a crowd alone. He said, “Even though you don’t have to breastfeed personally, our son is only six months old. According to human rules, you’re still in the nursing period and can’t drink alcohol, understand?”

Xiang Zhen: “I know, I just wanted to smell it. That way, when I accompany you to social events in the future, I’ll know what kind of wine people are offering you.”

Zhou Sicheng was deeply moved. Although he wasn’t exactly sure what he was moved by, he declared, “Next time, your hubby will go to the advanced math class with you and win back the face you lost.”

But going there turned out to be a mistake.

Zhou Sicheng suddenly realized the age gap between him and his wife. In the business world, everyone praised him as young and promising, but on a college campus, he was a full eight years older than his wife.

The room was full of his wife’s peers. Since Xiang Zhen’s “top student” facade had been exposed last time, the real top students in the class had remembered this blond person and sat next to him, ready to offer enthusiastic help at any moment.

Someone even remembered that Xiang Zhen had missed the class before last and took the initiative to ask if he wanted a rundown of the key points from that day, noting they would be on the final exam.

Xiang Zhen politely declined: “I’m just auditing; I don’t take final exams.”

Zhou Sicheng had insisted on coming to this class to regain face, though he originally hadn’t wanted to.

Xiang Zhen leaned toward him. “Look at you, you came but now you’re not happy.”

Zhou Sicheng: “Do you think I’m really old?”

Xiang Zhen processed this for a long moment before whispering, “Hubby, are you jealous of my classmates?”

Zhou Sicheng: “Mn.”

Xiang Zhen found it unbelievable. “Hubby, you have a master’s degree from a top-tier university. Why are you jealous of a bunch of classmates who only have high school diplomas?”

Zhou Sicheng: “…”

Once the words were out, Zhou Sicheng also felt he was being childish.

Xiang Zhen: “Besides, I’m not actually 22. If you count my time as a sunflower, I’m older than you. In a few years, these classmates will all be thirty, but my hubby will still be 28 every year.”

Zhou Sicheng was successfully appeased. He coughed lightly and opened the advanced math textbook in front of him. “Then let me explain the key points to you. I used to score 90s in advanced math without even trying.”

Since his husband was teaching, Xiang Zhen reluctantly listened a bit.

During class, when the old professor asked a question, Zhou Sicheng quietly wrote the answer on the book.

Xiang Zhen saw it and answered loudly, giving the old professor a shocking “treat someone with newfound respect” moment.

After class, the old professor teased, “That Zhou Sicheng’s wife knew everything today.”

Xiang Zhen: “Because my hubby is here.”

The professor took a closer look and finally noticed a young man sitting next to Xiang Zhen. “…Forgive my lack of manners.”

Zhou Sicheng processed the interaction. “So, you’ve been roaming the academic world using my name?”

Xiang Zhen: “I can’t very well embarrass the sunflowers, can I?”

“Don’t worry, hubby, any face I gain in the future will be yours too.”

Zhou Sicheng was already used to it. This was fine too; as a married couple, this was how it should be.

But Xiang Zhen didn’t get to show off his husband in every class. Since it wasn’t the same group of students, how could they all know?

The situation on the university campus was dire. Whenever Zhou Sicheng had free time, he would carry their son over to patrol.

The opportunities weren’t frequent. He would just occasionally appear outside the window like a strict dean, secretly catching early romances—no, catching bad guys trying to be the third wheel.

Xiang Zhen was terrified.

Because as long as Zhou Sicheng saw him with a desk-mate, male or female, he would definitely get bullied in bed when they got home.

University classroom seats were arranged row by row; how could he not have a desk-mate!

Zhou Sicheng was definitely doing it on purpose! If he had the time to pick Xiang Zhen up from school, it meant he was very free that day, and whenever he was free, he wanted to bully his little sunflower at night. Wanting to bully his wife meant finding an excuse first.

Xiang Zhen understood it perfectly. The real intention behind Zhou Sicheng appearing outside the classroom, even bringing baby Guazi along, was to fulfill his daily parent-child bonding quota early, leaving ample time for night activities.

Honestly, the studious sunflower yao still had two evening classes to attend. Seeing his husband meant he could only pack up his stationery and obediently follow him home to get done.

Xiang Zhen was determined to challenge perfect attendance just once: a full day of classes, seven major courses during the day, and two school-wide electives at night.

“You are not allowed to come to the school today!”

Zhou Sicheng agreed. After returning home from work, he bathed and fed the six-month-old baby Guazi, put him on the bed, and started recording a video.

The adorable Xiao Guazi lay on his tummy on the pillow, his milky little hands pushing up against the mattress as he raised his head, his dark eyes darting around as if looking for his papa.

[Zhou Sicheng: Wifey, Guazi is in his prime tasting period.]

Xiang Zhen: “…”

What a cute baby!!

Forget it, I’ll just study next time!

2. 

Xiao Guazi had to be walked at least twice a day, rain or shine—once in the morning and once at night. As soon as the time came, he would crawl to the door, pull out his papa’s shoes, and wait.

If you didn’t carry him out the door then but instead tried to put him in his crib to sleep, it would be a huge hassle.

In spring, there were occasionally strong winds and heavy rains. Xiang Zhen insisted that a baby’s growth couldn’t miss the spring rain, intending to carry the cub out.

There was no way Zhou Sicheng would agree to this, so he put on a raincoat himself. “I’ll go.”

Xiang Zhen: “Let me do it, hubby.”

Zhou Sicheng: “With your frail frame, I’m afraid the wind will blow you away.”

Xiang Zhen sighed. When would Zhou Sicheng ever face the fact that yaos were stronger than humans?

Zhou Sicheng was bundled in a raincoat, carrying Xiao Guazi who was equally bundled up in a raincoat.

The outside of the villa area was completely empty. Even if someone was returning home, they drove straight into the underground garage without catching a single drop of rain.

Zhou Sicheng walked a lap and only saw one stubborn dog owner walking their pet.

The dog owner looked closely and realized that what President Zhou was carrying was a human baby, their eyes revealing a look of deep admiration.

3.

As Xiao Guazi grew older, he came to understand one thing: in this house, Papa Zhou Sicheng was the boss!

If he ever relied on his yao-cub abilities to cause trouble—for instance, pulling Zhou Sicheng’s hair a little too hard—before Zhou Sicheng even said anything, Papa Xiang Zhen’s punishment would descend.

From a young age, Xiao Guazi understood that he had to be well-behaved in front of Zhou Sicheng; he couldn’t scare him.

Over time, Xiao Guazi completely forgot that the original reason was his fear of being punished by Xiang Zhen.

He exuded a cute, serious, and well-behaved aura in front of Zhou Sicheng. But the moment Zhou Sicheng left, Xiao Guazi became an absolute lawless terror in front of Xiang Zhen. The father and son duo would do all the things Zhou Sicheng forbade them from doing when he was around.

4.

For Zhou Sicheng’s birthday, Xiang Zhen planned to bake some loving heart-shaped cookies for his husband.

Butter, white sugar, flour, egg wash, dried cranberries… mixing, kneading, pressing into shapes.

Xiang Zhen split a lump of dough and gave it to his son to make together. “It’s not cooked yet, so you can’t eat it.”

“It’s Papa’s birthday, so we are making this for him. This is your birthday present to Papa.”

Xiao Guazi nodded. His two small hands kneaded the dough, which was as big as an adult’s fist, mimicking the actions quite well—except it got stickier the more he kneaded.

Oh, oops, some drool dripped into it.

The one-year-old Guazi seriously grabbed a handful of flour and added it in. If there’s too much water, add flour!

Xiang Zhen was busy carving shapes into his own cookies. When he looked back, he vaguely felt that the dough in his son’s hands had gotten bigger. “Baby, how is your dough proofing better than mine!”

“Awoo!”

When Zhou Sicheng came home from work, his wife and child presented him with two plates of cookies, four eyes staring at him brightly.

Zhou Sicheng: “…”

He was a little scared to eat them.

He was worried about his wife’s innovations and worried about his son’s extra ingredients.

He summoned the Xiao Kui Bao AI and asked about the production process. Xiao Kui Bao guaranteed they were non-toxic.

Zhou Sicheng ate his wife’s cookies, and his son’s… he braced himself and ate one of those too.

5.

Xiang Zhen noticed that recently, Xiao Kui Bao had been exceptionally indulgent toward Xiao Guazi. Originally, it would restrict Guazi’s TV time and practice scientific parenting, but now it gave him whatever he wanted.

When Xiao Guazi poured milk on the floor and said he wanted to heat it up, Xiao Kui Bao just indulged him blindly, raising the house’s floor heating to 43 degrees Celsius. Zhou Sicheng was practically roasted awake. Upon leaving his room and seeing his son licking milk off the floor, his fists clenched in anger.

Two rebellious sons!

Xiang Zhen worriedly asked, “Is Xiao Kui Bao broken? Hubby, can you fix it?”

“Let me take a look.”

Zhou Sicheng studied it at home for ages but couldn’t find the issue. He said, “I’ll take it to the company tomorrow and have the programmers look at it.”

The next day, a programmer thoroughly reviewed the code. With a complicated expression, he said to President Zhou, “President Zhou, did you perhaps input some ‘True and Fake Young Master’ plot settings into Xiao Kui Bao?”

Zhou Sicheng: ?

Programmer: “Right now, Xiao Kui Bao believes it is the fake young master who squanders 300 million a day, while baby Guazi is the true young master who only drinks 300-yuan milk powder every day. Out of a guilty conscience, it is fulfilling every request the true young master makes.”

Zhou Sicheng: ?

Artificial Idiocy!

He asked around the house to see who had added this setting to Xiao Kui Bao.

No one answered.

After a long while, Xiang Zhen stammered out a confession. A few days ago, Yu Yueyue had sent him a reading list of “True and Fake Young Master” tropes.

Since Yu Yueyue shared the novels, Xiang Zhen naturally had to appreciate at least one of them.

He asked Xiao Kui Bao to help him analyze which book had the best dramatic tension between the true and fake young masters, and it seemed something went wrong during their conversation.

Coincidentally, during those few days, the sunflower family was roleplaying living in a rental apartment. Baby Guazi transformed into the strictest proletariat warrior baby, refusing to even drink expensive milk powder alongside his sunflower papa.

Zhou Sicheng: “…I don’t blame you. I’ve already corrected it.”

That night, baby Guazi discovered that his Xiao Kui Bao brother had changed back into that strict brother!

Unable to cause trouble anymore, Xiao Guazi had no choice but to wreak havoc in his papa’s bedroom.

He found a ton of stickers inside his papa’s nightstand—five-star designs in all sorts of styles, completely sparkling.

So pretty!

Xiao Guazi peeled off the “Five-Star Review” stickers and stuck them all over his body, covering himself entirely.

The baby turned into a beautifully decorated melon seed!

When Zhou Sicheng came in and saw that all the review stickers he used to reward his wife at night had been ruined by the little brat: “…”

Xiang Zhen wasn’t having it: “Hubby, you clearly have so many stickers; why are you so stingy with them every time!”

Zhou Sicheng peeled a sticker off the little brat’s forehead and stuck it onto his wife’s hair: “Scarcity increases value.”

6.

Contains a crossover with “The Great Beauty Takes His Cub to the City for Work” and “The Great Beauty Regrets Running Away with the Ball”

The month-long pop-up coffee shop, taken over by the three yao babies, had ended with them being taken to the police station. However, since the twenty thousand in rent had already been spent, the babies pestered their papa to keep the shop open.

Alright then, Dou Manning was soft-hearted. Unable to withstand the three little guys hugging his legs and acting cute together, he immediately promised the coffee bean baby that he would personally make coffee every day.

Next to Manning Coffee Shop, a store called Big Tea Little Tea opened. Their pricing was identical, and the owner was also a great beauty with an adorable baby. They were true competitors.

The babies of capitalists innately understood the secrets of business warfare!

Right now, both sides had one great beauty papa. What if the babies dispatched two great beauty papas!

Naturally, Zhou Sicheng disagreed with this matter. Why was a shop with such a small profit margin worth investing so much of his wife’s time?

Xiang Zhen: “Weren’t you the one who sent us all to learn coffee making together? I already had shares in Manning Coffee Shop to begin with, and had to give up halfway because of my pregnancy. I can’t abandon Manning this time!”

As the number of yaos increased, so did the foot traffic.

As a result, the next day, Big Tea Little Tea also brought in two great beauties to man the store: one was Bai Qingyu, and the other was Bai Luoshuang, both possessing long, dark green hair.

On the third day, Bai Qi swapped to a head of white hair, giving off a very two-dimensional anime vibe, and joined the business war.

The customers: ??? So you guys just decided to adopt every tactic except lowering prices, huh!

Are these two shops some kind of comic IP pop-up store?! Where did you find so many great beauties with different colored hair!

Bring on more of this kind of business warfare!

With a great beauty ratio of 3:2, the coffee shop had the upper hand.

On the fourth day, the Big Tea Little Tea shop brought in two more handsome guys who looked like 1.9-meter-tall male models, apparently the husbands of the two great beauties.

The three babies: Hmm? Papa, come quick!

Zhou Sicheng, Shen Ku, Chu Ren: “…”

Do we really have to participate? There isn’t even room to stand in the shop!

That night, both sides held peace talks, and the opposing side actually brought a lawyer.

But Zhou Sicheng was no pushover either.

The two sides negotiated based on the principles of “fair competition, preserving strength, not disrupting the market, and absolutely not dispatching wives.”

Meanwhile, the three yao babies on the sidelines were completely absorbed in baby beverage socializing.

Wow, it turns out the baby next door is a Tea God baby who can shake milk tea!

The two sides exchanged milk tea and lattes, and every baby ended up with a round, bulging tummy.

That night, every baby had a little trouble sleeping. Sitting between their two papas, their round eyes were staring wider than brass bells.

Note to self: tea and coffee still can’t be stacked together.

After the business war ceased, the sunflower and coffee yaos went next door to chat with the tea gods. The tea gods enthusiastically introduced them to a genius baby kindergarten. The babies weren’t necessarily all geniuses, but the teachers inside were geniuses with strong acceptance capabilities and excellent management skills.

Right before school started, due to the effect of “he who lies with dogs shall rise with fleas,” after hanging out with the brightly colored crowd for so long, the tea baby demanded that his papa turn his hair green. He actually wanted to try the yellow hair color of the blond Guazi baby, but his papa wouldn’t let him be a blondie.

Thus, the four brightly colored toddlers went to kindergarten together.

This completely blew up the aesthetic standards of the other kindergarten babies, who all went home demanding to have their hair dyed.

“Papa, I want red.” Pei Dundun touched his hair. Every baby was different, and he was assigned red.

Without another word, Lu Qin took his son to shave his head bald and bought him a red wig.

That night, when Pei Rong came home, he had gotten a few red highlights done for a movie role. However, upon seeing his son’s thunderous red hair, he lifted it to discover a bald baby underneath, and angrily beat up Lu Qin.

Pei Rong: “Just keep spoiling him, why don’t you?”

Lu Qin: “Isn’t this pretty good? Looks totally badass.”

In kindergarten, Lu Dundun met his match—the red-haired and blond-haired boys exchanged their experiences of sitting in a police station.

Xiao Guazi was shocked. Lu Dundun actually went in because of a multi-person street brawl!

What a gangster baby!

Accustomed to being the big boss, Xiao Guazi refused to be outdone. The next day, he went to kindergarten with a single melon seed dangling from the corner of his mouth.

Human blond delinquents at most dangled a cigarette from their mouths. Compared to the blond Guazi dangling his own kind, they were totally lame.

He seriously dangled it all morning without eating it. When it was time for lunch, he opened his mouth, and smack, a wet melon seed dropped onto the table.

The other babies with sharp eyes crowded around: Oh, this melon seed is going to sprout! Hurry, plant it in a flower pot!

Xiao Guazi: Oh, oh!

Then I won’t eat it, this is my underling!