The Long Aotian Cub Becomes the Pampered Darling of a Wealthy Family 23

Chapter 23

Shen Xiuze’s speechlessness was palpable not only to Shen Yuanchuan but also to the audience in the live stream chat.

The comment section erupted in laughter for a while, with countless “hahaha”s squeezing out of the screen like a flock of noisy ducks.

[Keep the formation below! Quack quack quack quack~]

[Hahahaha, so interesting. Shen Xiuze looks like he wants to spank Tiantian’s bottom!]

Shen Yuanchuan, with the little one’s arms wrapped around his neck and his soft little face pressed against him, felt even the hardest of hearts soften in that instant.

“You clever little imp.”

In the end, Shen Yuanchuan couldn’t bring himself to say anything harsh. A hint of a smile appeared in his sharp, hawk-like eyes, and even the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but lift.

“It’s already noon. Let’s not just stand around. Let’s have lunch first,” Shen Yuanchuan said, holding Shen Tiantian’s little bottom.

Shen Xiuze’s face was still indifferent, and he responded with an expressionless hum.

But his eyes kept drifting over to the ungrateful little Shen Tiantian.

Shen Tiantian felt a chill on his little bottom and couldn’t help but cover it, scratching his cheek in confusion.

The morning’s live stream also came to an end.

The staff were invited by Shen Yuanchuan to stay for lunch, and a table of food was prepared for them in the guest room.

As one of the program’s supervisors, the assistant director sat at the Shen family’s dining table.

Joining them at the table was Shen Tiantian’s cousin, Ye Jiabao.

After Shen Yuanchuan returned, Ye Jiabao had wanted to slip away.

Unfortunately, he was a step too slow and was pulled to the dining table by the lively Auntie Mu.

Shen Yuanchuan sat at the head of the table. Shen Xiuze and Shen Jinfeng sat on his left and right. Shen Tiantian, feeling guilty, pushed his baby chair to sit next to Shen Jinfeng.

Ye Jiabao could only brace himself and sit down next to Shen Tiantian, feeling as if he were sitting on pins and needles, the food tasteless in his mouth.

Shen Tiantian, on the other hand, was carefree and happy, burying his head in his food, his mouth stained with greasy soup as he shoveled spoonful after spoonful of rice into his mouth.

The assistant director sat opposite him, watching Shen Tiantian’s chubby little face as he ate with such seriousness and care, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Mr. Shen, your son’s live stream was the liveliest today. The eating broadcast clip from before still has many netizens asking for a sequel.”

Shen Yuanchuan, in his middle age, was very restrained in his diet. He took a couple of bites of rice and looked up at the little cub who was wolfing down his food.

“Is that so? Jinfeng did mention it to me. I thought the netizens would be more concerned about other aspects of the Shen family.”

The assistant director knew he was referring to the recent trending topic about the conflict between the two Shen brothers. A drop of sweat slid down his temple, and he laughed apologetically.

“Not at all. The selling point of our variety show is the interaction between different families and their children. The more authentic it is, the more the netizens like to watch.”

Shen Yuanchuan pondered for a moment and nodded.

“As long as everyone doesn’t find it boring.”

He felt that his family’s daily life was nothing worth watching.

But he had overlooked the biggest variable in the family.

That big variable, Shen Tiantian, was currently sticking his bottom out, straightening his little body, and, thinking that no one was noticing, he scooped the spicy chicken from Shen Jinfeng’s bowl into his own.

Children can’t eat things that are too spicy, so Auntie Mu had deliberately placed the spicy dish far away from Shen Tiantian.

But Shen Tiantian, looking at the bright red and colorful spicy chicken pieces, was drooling, and had been secretly eyeing it for a long time.

Unfortunately, his arms were short and he was small, so he couldn’t reach the dish on the table.

Shen Tiantian saw Shen Jinfeng take a piece. Thinking of how his brother had spanked his bottom this morning, he clenched his little fists, determined to give him a shock.

To make him not dare to spank his bottom so easily again!

And so, the piece of chicken that Shen Jinfeng had just put in his bowl was swiftly scooped away by Shen Tiantian with his small spoon.

Shen Jinfeng had no time to speak and could only watch as the little one stuffed the piece of chicken into his mouth.

Shen Tiantian’s cheeks were puffed out. He curved his eyes, looked at his brother with a hint of triumph, and shook his little head as he chewed. Chew, chew, chew.

Two seconds later, things started to go wrong.

Shen Tiantian’s expression slowly went blank. The color of his light-colored lips gradually deepened, becoming more and more red.

He opened his mouth. It was the first time he had tasted such an explosive spiciness, and his little brain directly shut down.

After a long moment, Shen Tiantian snorted a puff of fire from his little nose. Tears of spiciness instantly fell, and he cried with a hissing sound.

“So spicy, so spicy.”

Shen Jinfeng was helpless. He watched the little one bring this upon himself, his entire little face turning as red as if it were ripe, and there even seemed to be a faint steam rising from the top of his head.

“Why are your hands so fast?” Shen Jinfeng folded his arms and sighed speechlessly.

Shen Yuanchuan, who was chatting with the assistant director, looked over. His gaze fell on Shen Tiantian’s spice-swollen mouth, and his hand, which was picking up food, paused.

“You got hit by the spice? Spit it out quickly and drink some water to calm it down.”

Shen Xiuze had already stood up and gone to get a glass of warm water.

When Shen Tiantian heard that he had to spit it out, his tears flowed even faster. He quickly closed his mouth and began to chew frantically. Once food was in his mouth, even if it was so spicy he was about to ascend to heaven, he had to chew it up and swallow it into his little tummy.

Shen Tiantian swallowed the spicy chicken in a few bites, his eye sockets red. He held the water glass and, while chugging water, he cried.

“So spicy. This chicken is fighting in my mouth. It hurts so, so much.”

Shen Xiuze looked at his pitiful little appearance, but the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but lift. His fingers curled, and he still couldn’t resist pinching Shen Tiantian’s chubby little face. This time, not only was it soft, but it was also hot. It was a spicy little steamed bun face. Shen Xiuze’s smile became even more obvious.

Shen Tiantian chugged half a glass of water. His spice-addled little brain seemed unable to function. He sat dazedly in his baby chair, having lost the strength to speak. But his mouth was not idle. He scooped up a spoonful of rice with his small hand and mechanically put it in his mouth to chew.

The corner of Shen Yuanchuan’s mouth twitched. He held his forehead and said to the assistant director:

“See? This little son of mine is like a little puppy. He’ll scoop anything into his mouth to taste it.”

If it were any other time, Shen Tiantian would have definitely retorted, because he was born in the year of the Goat.

Unfortunately, his little brain was dizzy from the spice. For the rest of the meal, Shen Tiantian didn’t say another word and obediently finished his food.

After finishing his meal, Shen Tiantian took Auntie Mu’s hand and went upstairs for his afternoon nap. The little one ate quickly. The others at the table were still chewing slowly, only halfway through their meal.

But for some reason, after Shen Tiantian left, Shen Yuanchuan and the others felt that eating was no longer interesting. It was quiet. Without Shen Tiantian making a fuss on the side, even the food seemed to have lost some of its flavor.

After finishing his meal, Shen Xiuze glanced at Ye Jiabao, who was keeping his head down and pretending to be invisible, and said:

“Dad, I’ll take this little friend home.”

Only then did Shen Yuanchuan notice that there was another child at the table. He had just met him a few days ago, but Shen Yuanchuan was so busy he couldn’t think straight. He had thrown all unimportant people and things to the back of his mind. After thinking for a long time, he finally recalled from a dusty corner of his memory.

“Is it Tiantian’s cousin?”

Shen Yuanchuan didn’t like Ye Jiabao’s mother’s disgusting and clumsy little schemes, which had almost replaced his own biological son. Therefore, his tone was particularly cold. But after all, Ye Jiabao was a child. Shen Yuanchuan, in his forties, wouldn’t be too hard on a child. And since he was a cousin who played well with Tiantian, Shen Yuanchuan would give him some face.

“Your name is Ye Jiabao, right? Are you still staying? You can play with Tiantian for a while after he wakes up.”

Ye Jiabao really didn’t like Shen Yuanchuan’s tone. It was as if he were some servant, and his only purpose here was to play with Shen Tiantian. And in his previous life, Shen Yuanchuan’s attitude towards him was far from the importance he placed on Shen Xiuze and Shen Jinfeng. It was as if he were dispensable! But weren’t they all young masters of the Shen family? Why did Shen Yuanchuan dare to hand over the company to Shen Xiuze and Shen Jinfeng, but repeatedly warned him not to meddle in the company’s affairs? He was just being biased!

Ye Jiabao took a deep breath, suppressed the frustration in his stomach, and forced himself to smile at everyone.

“No, thank you. Mom will be worried if she’s waiting for me at home.”

Shen Yuanchuan nodded and signaled for Shen Xiuze to take this not-so-welcome little guest home. Shen Xiuze hummed in acknowledgment and, under Shen Jinfeng’s vaguely scrutinizing gaze, took Ye Jiabao to the car.

Ye Jiabao had worked hard to present himself in front of the camera all morning. During the meal, with so many people watching, he couldn’t just take out his phone to check. Therefore, as soon as he got into the car, he quickly took out the phone from his pocket and searched for online reviews of his appearance.

Ye Jiabao skillfully opened the most popular entertainment app and searched the trending topics for a long time, but couldn’t find any related to him. There was one about Shen Tiantian, though!

Ye Jiabao clicked on it and saw that it was a clip of Shen Tiantian’s morning live stream edited by a fan. They had specifically taken screenshots of when Shen Tiantian’s eyes were curved, making a bunch of netizens in the comments call him a cute cub.

Ye Jiabao didn’t believe it. He scrolled through the trending topics and comment sections for a long time and finally found one related to him.

[There’s a random kid who wandered into the fifth picture. Can the poster crop him out? I want a picture of just Tiantian. [heart.jpg][heart.jpg]]

A random kid?!! In an instant, blood rushed to Ye Jiabao’s head. He couldn’t vent his anger, and his face turned red.

Shen Xiuze, who was sitting next to him, was doing something, and a suppressed laugh came out at just the right time, as if in mockery, or perhaps unintentionally.

Ye Jiabao couldn’t take it anymore. As soon as he got out of the car, he ignored Shen Xiuze’s gaze as he surveyed his residential complex and ran back to his bedroom with his head down. Sitting on his bed, Ye Jiabao’s overheated brain slowly cooled down a little. After thinking for a while, he opened his phone’s contact list and dialed a number.