192: The great father son war

The great father son war

After dinner, when their parents had just left, Xi Jung wagged his tail and asked for a reward from his brother.0

"Did I do good just now bro?! Did I?!"

He had wagged his tail for just a moment. His brother threw something small at him with a swoosh.

Xi Jung caught it with a raised hand, "What's this?"

His eyes bulged out after looking closely at it.

It was a key.

A key to the 100th anniversary limited edition Lamborghini sports car he had been eyeing for a long time! Only a single one had ever been made!

"OH! My beloved darling!" Xi Jung hugged the car keys and kissed it crazily, "Bro I love you!"

His brother had never relented no matter how much he had begged previously. Who knew that his brother would throw it to him by just casually saying a few words in front of their parents. However to think of it, he had saved Xi Ting from a big trouble for the time being.

This Qin Yan occupied a greater place in his brother's heart than he had imagined!

Xi Jung was even more worried as he thought, "About this, bro are you sure it's Qin Yan? You're not just playing around but you really intend to marry her?"

"Marry." Xi Ting's tone left no space for misunderstanding.

Xi Jung sucked in a breath upon hearing so. His brother was really serious about Qin Yan. But it would not be easy to marry her. Other than their 9 year age gap, Qin Yan's background was quite questionable. In a prestigious family like Xi family, background mattered a lot. This was the reason that Madam Xi had asked so many questions about the girl that Xi Ting liked.

"Brother, it would not be easy to marry Qin Yan. You know that right?" Xi Jung asked hesitantly.

"I know," Xi Ting replied casually.

As they were talking, the study door was pushed open by someone with a creak.

The two of them turned their heads simultaneously to look.

They saw Xi Xiaobao standing at the doorway in pajamas.

A trace of surprise flitted across Xi Ting's eyes.

"Eh, Little devil…" Xi Jung's face was also full of surprise.

Little devil would actually move out of his bedroom at this hour?

The little devil loved his silence. He would normally be in his room by himself when he was done eating. The household staff had to return their rooms immediately after completing their tasks. They couldn't make any sound or it would disturb the little devil; less he wreaks havoc.

Yet the Little devil had actually taken the initiative to come out?

Not only that, but Little Xiaobao ran towards Xi Ting and hugged his leg.

Xi Jung laughed out loud, "Little devil, what are you doing? Hugging for some allowance?"

Xi Ting lowered his head to look at his son and was able to tell what he wanted in a single glance, "Do you want to ask something?"

"Are you going to marry Sister Yan?" The little guy tilted his small head and used that pair of big, beautiful, shining star-like eyes to look. One wouldn't be able to resist plucking all the stars from the sky to give to him.

"Yes, don't you want her to be with you everyday?" Xi Ting squatted down and rubbed the little bun's forehead, "When I marry your sister Yan, you'll be able to see her everyday!"

"But I wanted to marry her! You are snatching her from me!" The little guy said coldly and irritably.

Hearing his son, Xi Ting's face darkened. He immediately got up and his face turned cold.

Xi Jung stood at the side stunned for a long time. When he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. He was curious to witness the great father son war.

"No, you can't marry her!" Xi Ting rejected the little guy's thoughts ruthlessly.

The little guy stomped his foot, "I want to marry sister Yan. I don't know anything!" He started throwing a tantrum. Although the little guy was extremely smart and intelligent, he was not familiar with the ways of the world. He wanted to be with his Sister Yan so he knew that only if he married Sister Yan, would he be able to stay with her every time. Even his father could not come in between the two of them.

Xi Jung could not stay quiet any longer. His brother's face had turned extremely dark and his nephew was on the verge of wreaking havoc.

He squatted in front of the little guy and turned him towards himself, "Baby, listen to me," When he saw that he had successfully gained the little guy's attention, Xi Jung continued, "You are only five years old now while your sister Yan is already 18 years old. Our country's marriageble age is 21 years. When you reach the marriageable age, Qin Yan would be 34 years old. You will have to wait for 16 years if you want to marry Qin Yan. Till then, you won't be able to see her everyday."

The little bun thought for a while and couldn't help but agree to his uncle's words. His little face hung up in disappointment.

Xi Jung glanced at the little guy and continued, "On the other hand, your father can marry Qin Yan in just three years. You won't have to wait for so long if you want to stay with her everyday. Also, she will become your mother. As you will be her son, she will dote on you endlessly, even more than your father. Isn't that great?" Xi Jung did his best to make the little guy understand the situation.

Xi Xiaobao could be a great help to his brother in convincing their parents. On the other hand, if the little devil refused to help them, there was no way that his brother could marry Qin Yan.

At this time, Xi Ting couldn't help but applaud Xi Jung. He had explained everything to the little bun easily. If this task was to be given to him, he would find it very difficult to accomplish.

As both the brothers expected, the little bun's eyes lit up after hearing his uncle. 'Yes, this is more feasible. If Sister Yan becomes my wife, she can fight with me like other husband wife do. But if she becomes my mother, she will dote on me endlessly. Moreover, I get to stay with her everyday sooner,' The little guy weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

After a while, he looked at his father and said, "Okay, I agree to you marrying Sister Yan. But you cannot bully her. If you bully her, I will not let you go easily," the little guy raised his little fist in front of his father indicating that he would fight with him if he bullied Qin Yan.

"Okay!" Xi Ting's frown eased and the cold air around him dissipated.

Seeing all this, Xi Jung heaved a sigh of relief. He had prevented the great father son war. Otherwise who knew what would have happened.

But the conversation was not over yet.

Xi Ting walked towards the couch and sat down holding his phone in his hands. He wished to browse the news after a long day.

The little guy went over to his dad and climbed up the couch with his short legs. He looked at Xi Ting expectantly.

"What now?" Xi Ting felt his son's gaze and asked helplessly. Why did his son had so much to speak today? Usually they would go days without speaking to each other. Both of them were similar in this respect. They did not like to speak much and liked silence. Xi Ting found it extremely tiring to talk to his son. He would be the only father to think like this.

But no matter how much he disliked speaking, Xi Ting had never neglected his son. Xi Xiaobao's every request was heard and catered to if it was reasonable. Neither was Xi Xiaobao spoilt nor he was neglected. Even though he did not have a mother, Xi Ting had nurtured him carefully.

His father's dismissal attitude did not affect the little guy. He asked, "Hasn't Sister Yan shifted to Capital city?"

Xi Ting nodded, "Yes she has!"

The little guy continued, "Then when will we go to meet her? It has been a month since she shifted but we haven't visited her even once," The little guy gazed at his father, "You are already so older than her and now you didn't even go to meet her. What if some other brother coaxes her? Won't you lose your wife?"

The little bun said everything seriously reminding Xi Ting that he had somehow neglected Qin Yan.

"Brother, I think baby is right. We should definitely visit Qin Yan and that too in her college. You have to declare your sovereignty on her. Otherwise who knows if she is coaxed by a young man!" Xi Jung also repeated seriously.

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