The Whole Family Are Villains, I’m the Group Pet 171

Chapter 171

Xing Nuo felt a pang of betrayal, his eyes filled with confusion.

Transparent Daddy had always spoiled him. If he wanted ice cream, he would never settle for milk tea.

And now, just because Shen Wen had said no to popcorn, Transparent Daddy had agreed without even considering Xing Nuo’s feelings.

Xing Nuo looked up at Shen Wen, his face flushed with annoyance, then at Wen Xingxue, his gaze soft and gentle, focused only on Shen Wen.

He swung his little legs, a sudden realization dawning on him.

Transparent Daddy is Daddy’s doggie now.

There was a boy in his class who loved snacks, and whenever another child gave him some, he would follow them around like a puppy, his eyes full of adoration.

Xing Nuo thought Transparent Daddy was acting just like that boy.

Unable to have any popcorn, Xing Nuo watched the movie.

It was a long, clichéd romance movie.

Halfway through, he tilted his head and fell asleep.

They were the only three people in the entire theater.

Except for the movie’s soundtrack, the silence was almost suffocating.

Shen Wen covered Xing Nuo with a small blanket, then turned and saw Wen Xingxue move closer, sitting beside him.

Shen Wen, looking at his bandaged arm and abdomen, a cold smile playing on his lips, his beautiful eyes narrowed, asked:

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

Wen Xingxue, his chin resting on his hand, looking at Xing Nuo’s peaceful sleeping face, smiled faintly.

“It does. But being stabbed only once…for a kiss…worth it.”

Shen Wen’s face turned even colder, the coldness enhancing his beauty, a stark and captivating contrast, making Wen Xingxue’s head spin.

Or perhaps it was the blood loss.

Wen Xingxue reached out and gently took Shen Wen’s hand, just holding it.

Shen Wen looked at him, as if deciding where to stab him next.

But Wen Xingxue looked quite pathetic, his arm, leg, abdomen, and even his left foot bandaged, bloodstains seeping through.

Shen Wen, perhaps too lazy to move, seeing Wen Xingxue’s intense gaze, looked away.

“I’m just holding your hand,” Wen Xingxue said softly.

And he kept his word. Throughout the entire movie, he just held Shen Wen’s hand, nothing more.

The movie ended.

As the cheerful ending theme song played, Xing Nuo woke up, yawning.

His face was creased from the pillow, his voice thick with sleep.

“Daddy? Movie finished?”

Shen Wen and Wen Xingxue both replied, their gazes meeting briefly, then looking away.

Shen Wen, taking Xing Nuo’s hand, his little backpack slung over his shoulder, led him out of the theater.

Wen Xingxue, standing at the exit, his face filled with reluctance, said:

“I’m leaving. Going to a few dungeons.”

Shen Wen, slightly annoyed, glared at him.

“Whatever.”

Wen Xingxue vanished, returning to the horror world.

Ignoring his injuries, he limped towards the dungeon train.

The other players, seeing his battered state, asked:

“Wen-shen, what was the name of your last dungeon?”

They had to avoid it!

Wen Xingxue, thinking of Shen Wen and Xing Nuo, a soft smile playing on his lips, his usually gloomy face softening, said:

“You don’t need to know. You’re single. It’s not for you.”

The single player, feeling discriminated against, his mind filled with questions, thought, Does this dungeon discriminate against single people?

Although it was all a bit confusing, Xing Nuo could still sense the strange change in his daddies’ relationship.

Not good, but not bad either.

His little mind couldn’t comprehend the complexities of their relationship, so he just gave up and focused on his own things.

He had been attending martial arts classes for half a year.

His first competition was coming up, and his teacher had signed up all the students.

Every day after school, he would change into his martial arts uniform and practice in the small garden downstairs.

The setting sun painted the sky in fiery hues, Xing Nuo’s cheeks flushed with a rosy glow.

He stood there, his white uniform crisp and clean, his posture perfect, his small fists punching the air, yelling “Hiya!”

The elderly residents, enjoying the cool evening air, watched him practice, chuckling.

“That kid is serious.”

“Competing already at such a young age?”

“Haha, look at his little fists! I wonder if he can even reach his opponent’s chest.”

Xing Nuo, unfazed, continued his practice, imagining his powerful punches sending his opponents flying.

His kicks could reach an adult’s knee!

After his practice, his face flushed, he declined his friends’ invitation to play “Red Light, Green Light” and went to the alley to find Lu Qi.

He hadn’t seen Lu Qi since that day at the mushroom farm, almost two weeks ago.

But he still went to the alley every day, calling out Lu Qi’s name, then leaving, disappointed.

An Zimuo, running past, his face beaming, saw Xing Nuo and paused.

“Xing Nuo, why Lu Qi no come play anymore?”

Xing Nuo, his lips pressed together, his heart filled with worry, shook his head.

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s busy.”

An Zimuo, pulled away by another friend, ran off to play on the slide, and Xing Nuo slowly walked home.

The next day, Xing Nuo woke up early.

Shen Baizhou, having no classes at the university, had come home and was now taking Xing Nuo to the competition venue on his scooter.

The competition was held at the youth center in the sports complex.

Xing Nuo arrived late, the other children already in their uniforms, bouncing around excitedly with their parents and teachers.

Xing Nuo, feeling a rare surge of nervousness, held his brother’s hand as they found his martial arts teacher and joined the other children, waiting for the competition to begin.

The official uniform for the competition was quite formal: a protective vest and headgear, and small boxing gloves. Xing Nuo, in his gear, looked even smaller than usual.

He was third in line. He punched his gloves together, the soft padding making a thump, thump sound, his mind replaying his teacher’s instructions.

His teacher, standing nearby, was giving the children some last-minute advice.

“Don’t rush. Remember the moves I taught you.”

The first contestant was a little girl, about four or five years old, in a red uniform, carried onto the raised platform by her teacher.

She seemed scared and wanted to get down.

Xing Nuo and the other children cheered for her from below.

She reluctantly stayed, but, forgetting all her training, just pushed and shoved her opponent, then, knocked down by a punch, burst into tears and was carried off the platform by her teacher.

The second contestant was slightly older, but still needed help climbing onto the platform.

Xing Nuo watched, then, comparing his own height to the platform, nodded confidently.

He had grown taller recently and could climb up himself!

After the second match, he refused the teacher’s help and tried to jump onto the platform.

But after several failed attempts, the teacher, unable to stand it any longer, gave him a boost.

Xing Nuo, on the platform, took a deep breath and patted his chest, trying to calm his nerves.

In the audience, Shen Baizhou, his camera ready, recorded the entire match.

Xing Nuo and his opponent pushed and shoved each other, their “fight” more like a playful scuffle, their small fists flailing harmlessly.

Finally, the other child, too nervous, tripped and fell, ending the match.

Xing Nuo, taking off his headgear, watched as his opponent, crying, was carried off the platform by his coach, and smiled, his eyes crinkling.

Having won his first martial arts competition, he happily jumped off the platform and, taking his brother’s hand, went to the milk tea shop to celebrate.

He chose an expensive milk tea with lots of boba and popping boba.

“This my prize…for winning,” he said, holding the cup, his eyes sparkling.

Back home, he excitedly told his dad about his victory.

Shen Wen, who seemed to have been in a fight, his face slightly bruised, his lip split, emerged from the bedroom, but seeing Xing Nuo, he forced a smile.

“Xing Nuo’s home?”

“Daddy! I won!”

Xing Nuo ran over and showed him his small gold medal.

Every participant received a medal, gold for the winners, silver for everyone else.

Shen Wen smiled, ruffled Xing Nuo’s hair, and hung the medal on their “Wall of Honor.”

Xing Nuo, not noticing his dad’s unusual behavior, ran to the wall and, looking at his collection of medals and certificates, puffed out his chest, feeling proud.

Wen Xingxue, emerging from the bedroom, his eye slightly swollen, also walked over to admire Xing Nuo’s medal.

“Good job. Very impressive.”

Hearing his transparent daddy’s praise, Xing Nuo felt like he was floating on air.

After dinner, Xing Nuo went to the alley, hoping to share his victory with Lu Qi.

But Lu Qi wasn’t there.

Xing Nuo, his face falling, walked home dejectedly, thinking he would tell Lu Qi everything when he saw him again.

But he wouldn’t see Lu Qi for another seven years.