“So, Zhong Yuntong, were you chatting during class?” Zhong Jin imdiately saw through it.
The chubby child, chewing on the dried plums her mom had given her, replied proudly, “Yes, I was.”
“Lu Xingxing asked why I’m so pretty, and I said it’s because I look like my mom and dad.”
“He also asked who I love the most, and I said I love my mom and dad the most.”
“Then he asked if I miss my parents. I said yes, but I don’t cry about it.”
Zhong Jin exchanged a glance with Qiu Sheng through the rearview mirror. Neither of them could argue with the child’s logic. Even though she had been chatting during class, everything she said made perfect sense.
As the car turned into the neighborhood, Zhong Jin concluded, “What you said makes sense, but you shouldn’t say it during class. You can talk about it during break ti.”
Qiu Sheng gently guided, “So, sweetie, if Lu Xingxing asks you during class next ti whether you love your dad or your mom more, how will you answer?”
Zhong Yuntong took her mouth off the yogurt straw and declared loudly, “I love them both.”
Zhong Jin, “...You should say, ‘Lu Xingxing, we can’t talk during class.’”
Qiu Sheng continued, “And what if Lu Xingxing asks you, ‘Zhong Yuntong, do you like yogurt or fried chicken more?’”
The ntion of fried chicken triggered sothing in the child. Her eyes lit up instantly.
“I like fried chicken and Coke! Can we go get so fried chicken now?”
Zhong Jin, “...You should say, ‘Lu Xingxing, let’s talk after class.’”
Zhong Yuntong slumped back in her car seat, her enthusiasm completely drained.
“I don’t want to go to school anymore. You can’t even talk freely there. I’d rather be a kid who doesn’t know how to read.”
The car had already entered the parking lot. Seeing the dejected child in the rearview mirror, Zhong Jin suddenly changed his mind. He turned to Zhong Yuntong and said, “Let’s go get so fried chicken now.”
A child’s happiness is simple. One mont she was utterly disappointed with the world, and the next, the re ntion of fried chicken brought her back to life. She raised her hands and cheered,
“Yay!”
At McDonald’s, Zhong Jin divided the fried chicken, burgers, and drinks into three portions, placing one in front of each of them. Then he said to Zhong Yuntong,
“From now on, we’re in class. Zhong Yuntong, you’re the student. If you talk during class, I’ll take away one of your food items.”
Tempted by the food, Zhong Yuntong imdiately raised her hand in agreent. “Okay, okay! Can I eat now?”
Zhong Jin, “Take out the tir from your backpack.”
Kids often have quirky habits. Zhong Yuntong, for instance, loved carrying a magnetic tir around, taking it out from ti to ti to check it before putting it back into her bag.
After she started kindergarten, Zhong Jin replaced the tal tir with a soft silicone one for safety reasons.
Once the tir was out,
Zhong Jin set it for half an hour and placed his finger on the start button. “Once I press this, class officially begins. Student Zhong Yuntong, are you ready?”
It was a ga, and there was delicious food involved.
The child wriggled excitedly in her seat. “I’m ready!”
The tir started, and everyone quietly began eating their food.
A child walked past them holding a Donald Duck toy from a Happy al. Zhong Yuntong’s eyes followed the toy for a mont before she pointed with her chubby little hand,
“I want that too.”
Zhong Jin reached over and took a chicken nugget from her plate. “Sorry, you talked.”
The child imdiately covered her head, wanting to protest, but then rembered that making noise would result in punishnt. She opened her mouth wide, silently baring her teeth, looking both fierce and comical.
The mock classroom continued.
This ti, Zhong Yuntong learned her lesson. When she saw another child throwing a tantrum over ice cream, she would normally have chid in with her own comntary, given her love for drama.
But today, for the sake of her food, she held her tongue, only letting out a muffled giggle. Zhong Jin decided to let it slide, pretending not to notice.
After a while, Zhong Jin suddenly asked, catching her off guard, “Do you want so ice cream?”
Zhong Yuntong fell for it imdiately, raising her hand. “I want strawberry flavor.”
Zhong Jin reached over again and took two fries from her plate.
Qiu Sheng didn’t interfere with Zhong Jin’s attempt to teach the child discipline, but she couldn’t help thinking to herself, “Zhong Jin is such a sneaky guy.”
Having learned from her previous mistakes, Zhong Yuntong beca more cautious. She no longer fell for Zhong Jin’s tricks. When he tried to provoke her into talking, she would say,
“We shouldn’t talk during class.”
If Zhong Jin continued, the child would raise a tiny finger and sternly remind him, “If you keep talking, I’ll tell the teacher.”
Zhong Jin, with his extensive experience in interrogation, knew how to balance things. His goal today was to teach the child to follow rules, and once that was achieved, he stopped teasing her.
If he pushed too hard, it might backfire, and the child could beco rebellious.
The family quietly ate their als, everyone following the rules, until the tir went off and they could talk again.
In the end, Zhong Yuntong received an ice cream as a reward for her good behavior during the mock class.
The child stood on her tiptoes to accept the ice cream from the counter, politely saying, “Thank you, miss.” After taking a lick, she pointed at the little train nearby. “I want to ride that.”
Munching on her ice cream while sitting in the train, the chubby child waved her little hand at them.
Zhong Jin, with his hands in his pockets, called out to her,
“Eat faster, your ice cream is lting.”
Qiu Sheng stood in the shade of the mall, watching them thoughtfully.
Earlier that morning, after dropping Zhong Yuntong off at kindergarten, Qiu Sheng had returned ho feeling a bit bored. She decided to browse through Zhong Jin’s books to find sothing to read.
That’s when she noticed the pile of books on the nightstand. Aside from one cri novel, the rest were all parenting books—titles like *Positive Discipline*, *The Family of Origin*, and *The Cognitive Nature*.
Qiu Sheng and Zhong Jin had discussed having children before. She had always wanted a child, especially a daughter—a little princess she could dress up and cherish. The thought of it filled her with happiness.
But Zhong Jin had always been hesitant. He worried that his busy work schedule would make it hard for him to be a good parent. He feared that his child might grow up unhappy or regretful of being his daughter.
Though their parents had been urging them to have a child, the couple had never taken the step.
Now that the child had suddenly entered their lives, Qiu Sheng could sense Zhong Jin’s anxiety.
He would wake up before dawn to prepare nutritious als for the child. Knowing his own lack of fashion sense, he bought matching sets of clothes and shoes for her, all made from comfortable materials. He read all those parenting books because he was afraid his ignorance might lead to mistakes in raising her.
Zhong Jin was a good father—Qiu Sheng had no doubt about that.
But she sotis felt he was pushing himself too hard. Zhong Jin was a high-energy person, and while his current job at the police station wasn’t as demanding as his previous work in criminal investigation, he seed more exhausted than ever.
Since they had reunited, Qiu Sheng often noticed faint dark circles under his eyes and the occasional signs of fatigue on his face.
The little train ca to a stop after two rounds.
Zhong Jin bent down to wipe the cream off the child’s hands and face with a wet wipe. Zhong Yuntong pointed at a spot of cream on her clothes,
“Wipe here too.”
The cream on her clothes had already dried.
“That won’t co off. We’ll wash it when we get ho,” he said as he lifted her out of the train.
Qiu Sheng walked over, about to suggest that she would give Zhong Yuntong a bath that evening so Zhong Jin could rest early.
But before she could say anything, Zhong Jin spoke up, “You put her to bed early tonight. There’s sothing I need to take care of at the station, so I’ll head back there later.”
*
During the day, Zhong Jin had been investigating a case where soone had jumped into the sea to escape debt. While reviewing the materials, he noticed so suspicious points, but due to the limited ti, he hadn't been able to sort everything out yet. That night, he returned to the station to continue working overti.
anwhile, Xiao Tong and Qiu Sheng were lounging on the couch, watching cartoons. Qiu Sheng had a face mask on, and Xiao Tong, wanting to join in, pestered her until Qiu Sheng gave her a compressed mask, wetting it with purified water before placing it on the child's face.
The child, with the mask on, lazily leaned against a pillow, her chubby feet dangling off the edge of the sofa, swinging back and forth leisurely.
Just then, Zhong Jin sent a ssage asking if the child had gone to bed yet. Qiu Sheng took a photo of the relaxed child and sent it to him.
Zhong Jin replied, *"Tell her to get up and go to bed."*
"Your dad can't stand you being too relaxed," Qiu Sheng said to the child, then ssaged Zhong Jin back, *"I set a half-hour tir for her. Once it goes off, I'll make her sleep. What ti will you be back?"*
*"Probably very late. You two go to sleep; don't wait for ."*
"Sweetie, say goodnight to Daddy," Qiu Sheng said, holding the phone to Xiao Tong's mouth and pressing the voice ssage button. The child lazily lifted her eyelids and said, "Goodnight, Daddy. Don't work too hard, okay?"
A mont later, Zhong Jin sent a voice ssage back: *"Goodnight. Don't drink yogurt before bed."*
By the ti the ssage arrived, Xiao Tong had already climbed down from the sofa, her face mask discarded to the side. She stood barefoot on the carpet, her little hand reaching for the yogurt on the coffee table.
She glanced guiltily at Qiu Sheng, her fingers fidgeting as she tried to open the yogurt.
Qiu Sheng raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, didn't Daddy just say no yogurt?"
The child turned and hugged Qiu Sheng around the waist, burying her face in her stomach. "Mommy, you and I are the best friends in the whole world."
"Even if we're the best friends in the entire universe, you still can't have it. You've already had two bottles of yogurt today, and Daddy said no before bed. It'll upset your stomach, and you might even wet the bed. So, absolutely not."
The little troublemaker pouted, leaning over the coffee table to sniff the yogurt bottle, even sticking out her tongue to lick the sealed lid.
Every now and then, she glanced back at Qiu Sheng to gauge her reaction. Seeing that Qiu Sheng wasn't budging, she finally gave up and obediently climbed back onto the sofa, burying her face in Qiu Sheng's stomach. With her knees tucked up and her feet kicking gently, she drifted off to sleep.
Qiu Sheng, who used to be quite lazy and often slept until noon, now had to adjust to the child's school schedule, which ant early mornings—sothing she found rather painful.
When the alarm went off, she would reach out from under the covers, eyes still closed, to turn it off. Then she'd linger in bed a little longer until Zhong Jin ca in to wake her up.
But today, Zhong Jin didn't show up. Instead, the child sleeping beside her pushed her arm and said, "I need to pee."
Qiu Sheng pulled off her eye mask and struggled to open her eyes, muttering, "Didn't Daddy co back?"
After helping the child to the bathroom and settling her on the child-sized toilet seat, Qiu Sheng peeked into the guest room. It was empty; Zhong Jin really hadn't co ho last night.
Once she had the child dressed in her school uniform and ready to go, Qiu Sheng took her to a breakfast shop downstairs for so stead buns. Before leaving, she asked the owner to pack an extra portion to bring to Zhong Jin on the way.
As she drove toward the police station, Qiu Sheng grumbled under her breath, "Why does the police station need overnight shifts too?"
She had thought only the criminal investigation departnt worked through the night, but apparently, the police station was no different.
When the SUV pulled up at the station's entrance, Qiu Sheng realized she'd forgotten her sunglasses that morning. She opened the car door, lifted Xiao Tong out, and handed her the breakfast to take inside to her dad.
"Take it in and co right back, okay? Mommy will wait for you at the entrance."
"Okay, okay!"
The child carried the breakfast into the station's lobby, greeting everyone she passed. Then she walked over to her "designated parking spot," hung the breakfast on the handlebars of her little ride-on car, and drove off to find her dad.
Rao Shishi couldn't help but laugh. "She even drives her little car for such a short distance."
With a clatter, the car handlebars bumped open the door to the chief's office. Zhong Jin didn't even need to look up to know who had arrived. The little car rolled up right in front of him, and the child looked up at him with a grin.
"Ding! You have a new food delivery order."
Sotis, when Zhong Jin took her out to eat, she'd hear the restaurant's delivery system say this phrase, and she'd picked it up.
Zhong Jin took the breakfast from the handlebars and ruffled her little ponytail, which today was tied with a sky-blue ribbon, making her look especially sweet.
"Order received. Your mom just called . Go find her and head to school, okay?"
"Okay, Chief Zhong!"
The child answered loudly, then zood out of the office on her scooter. A mont later, she ca sliding back, slamming the door shut with a bang.
Then, with a smooth turn, she scooted over to the diation room, where she heard people arguing. Without hesitation, she drove her little car right inside.
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