Huayu: Starting by piggybacking on the fame of "Fairy Mom"

Chapter 25 My Sister's Obsession

With great effort, everyone managed to pull Anxi away again.

But she still glared angrily at Zhou Xiaobai. At this moment, her hair was disheveled, and she looked like a fierce tiger ready to pounce at any moment.

Zhou Xiaobai stared with two panda eyes, and everything that was terrifying became ridiculous and laughable under the dark circles under his eyes.

Everyone wanted to laugh but held back; the scene was just as good as a movie.

The system chimed in, teasing, "Hey! Isn't this our host? You're a disgrace to transmigrators! You've been plotting for so long, but nothing's come of it. You're being bullied like this by a little girl, and you don't even fight back. It's truly heartbreaking!"

"Shut up, you idiot!" Zhou Xiaobai thought angrily. Why did he have to bring up something he didn't want to talk about?

Can we hit her? She's our savior, the one who saved us from having to pee on our own. If we're going to hit her, we'll have to wait until she's all grown up.

He couldn't understand why Anxi was reacting so strongly; there must be a reason.

Just then, An Qianqian suddenly blurted out something outrageous to the old lady watching the show: "Grandma, you're not allowed to adopt Xiaobai as your son. I'm going to raise him as my son." Before anyone could react, she turned her guns on Zhou Xiaobai, put one hand on her hip and pointed the other at him, saying a line adapted from Liu Xiaoli's, "Call me Mom, and I'll spare you today."

Although his tone was fierce, he said it in a cute and endearing way!

At this moment, Anxi was full of momentum, as if she would continue to fight if they didn't yell.

Today is my battle to reach the top, Little Tyrant. Where I fell, I must find my way back.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter...

Liu Xiaoli and Zhou Wenqiong exchanged a glance—they had to move the battlefield immediately to prevent this little devil from saying anything more shocking.

In the bedroom.

Liu Xiaoli held Zhou Xiaobai in her arms, carefully examining the little one in her embrace.

Although the two were physically close the first time, Liu Xiaoli was in a bad mood and didn't look closely. Later, she observed Zhou Xiaobai from a distance, and the little guy always seemed to avoid her.

Now, holding it in my arms, with my mind unmoved, the feeling is completely different.

The little guy's body was soft and cuddly, carrying a unique, clean, and refreshing scent, like sun-dried grass or the pleasant fragrance of soapberry, much better than Anxixi, who was sweaty and sometimes smelled of snacks.

Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but lower her head and gently sniff the top of Zhou Xiaobai's hair. An inexplicable urge to possess this fragrant little thing welled up in her heart.

She completely forgot her purpose, and even had a fleeting thought: why not discuss with Wenqiong and take turns resting for a few days?

Zhou Wenqiong stared wide-eyed in alarm—her cousin had betrayed her so suddenly? This was no less dramatic than when she first met Zhou Xiaobai.

She coughed twice, interrupting Liu Xiaoli.

Liu Xiaoli woke up instantly, thinking to herself: This is such a troublemaker!

She straightened her posture and met Zhou Wenqiong's gaze, their eyes revealing a tacit understanding.

Zhou Wenqiong, as one of the writers of this story, accidentally hurt herself at the beginning, but the outcome was not wrong.

She knew a little about the feud between the two kids, but if she didn't dig out the root of the problem and reignite it, then today's show would have been for nothing.

She gently patted An Qianqian's back, her words seemingly comforting but actually sowing the seeds of trouble: "Qianqian, be good, tell your auntie what your uncle... uh, Xiaobai did to upset you? Just tell her."

These words were like opening a floodgate!

An Qianqian buried her face in Zhou Wenqiong's arms, sobbing as she told a lie, "He...he's awful, Auntie, you don't know...the first time we met, he fell into the lake. It's only natural for an older sister to save her younger brother, but I got beaten by my mother."

She first defined the relationship between siblings, describing herself as a good older sister who saved her younger brother from danger.

After saying that, she looked at her mother, seeking her support for her lie—Liu Xiaoli nodded, suppressing a laugh.

With the relationship settled, An Qianqian's tone became sincere. She counted on her fingers, listing all the love an older sister has for her younger brother: "I pester Mom to cook him eggs every day, I spend all my allowance on delicious food to coax him, and I even go to the orphanage to keep him company—"

She has a clear memory, and she goes through both old and new grievances together:

"Also, he even forces me to call him uncle in my dreams."

"He also lied, saying that he wanted to learn the song from Grandma Wang so that I could empathize with the character, but I clearly don't have a cousin."

"Lately, whenever I mention coming to my aunt's, he always finds an excuse."

"Today he lied to me and said he was going out with Grandma Wang to run errands, and told me to play by myself. Turns out he just wants to be my uncle and wants to be superior to me!"

She became increasingly agitated as she spoke, then abruptly turned to look at Zhou Xiaobai, her words piercing his heart, but in reality, they were piercing the heart of the other man.

"You're deliberately not going to call me 'sister,' you want to call your aunt 'sister.'"

"You just think your aunt is prettier than me, do you want to be my uncle-in-law someday...?"

Zhou Wenqiong was instantly dumbfounded. She secretly rejoiced—thankfully the battlefield had been changed, otherwise these words would have shocked everyone again!

Liu Xiaoli was stunned. She wiped away a cold sweat—this story was even more exciting than she had imagined. She had been too naive!

Zhou Xiaobai felt his mind was a complete mess—what an outrageous statement! The Little Tyrant was not only vicious in his hands, but even more vicious in his mouth!

After finishing her accusations, An Qianqian's murderous intent surged again. Taking advantage of Zhou Wenqiong's inattention, she suddenly broke free from her embrace and pounced on her.

She grabbed Zhou Xiaobai, who was in a daze, with both hands and shook his head like a rattle: "Call me sister, call me sister, or I'll beat you to death!" The word "sister" was her lifelong obsession.

During this period, her knowledge increased dramatically, and she knew the importance of striking while the iron was hot. If she didn't put a firm stance on this matter now, he would definitely try to renege on his promise later.

This shaking brought up a conversation Zhou Xiaobai had with Zhou Wenqiong a couple of days ago: "Sister, you said you'd help me—"

Zhou Wenqiong turned her head away, pretending not to know, but An Qianqian misunderstood.

She suddenly stopped, revealing her teeth: "Little brother is so good, call me 'sister' again, shall we?"

"Ah!...I didn't call you...no no no...I called you..." Zhou Xiaobai stammered, looking at An Qianqian's face which had immediately turned from sunny to cloudy.

His eyes were burning with rage; if he still didn't realize he'd fallen for Zhou Wenqiong's scheme, he'd be utterly stupid.

He turned to Liu Xiaoli, his tone full of pleading: "Cousin... Qianqian..."

Liu Xiaoli was overjoyed and suddenly pinched Zhou Xiaobai's buttocks hard a few times.

Zhou Xiaobai was taken aback and realized that Liu Xiaoli was also seeking revenge. He held back his words and tearfully begged for reconciliation.

Looking at his pitiful little face in her arms, Liu Xiaoli's maternal instincts instantly surged, and her vengeful thoughts vanished in an instant: "Wenqiong, take Qianqian over there."

Zhou Wenqiong understood that this was a temporary truce, so she picked up An Qianqian and comforted her again.

Anxiqian, however, perked up her ears, tilted her head slightly, and her peripheral vision pierced Zhou Xiaobai.

Zhou Xiaobai keenly received An Qianqian's gaze, which was filled with a palpable murderous intent. His heart skipped a beat. It seemed that the little tyrant was still angry.

He thought to himself: Anyway, we've come this far, you've hit me, you've cursed me, you've slandered me.

I'm the one who's at a disadvantage. If you don't call me "Uncle" today, you're really missing out.

Although he's a seasoned veteran at heart, his appearance as a seven-year-old child is his best weapon.

He immediately had an idea!