Mr. Su was not very satisfied: "Needs more training. Next ti, throw him into the sea to test him against sharks."
Qin Miaomiao: ....
Her expression stiffened slightly: "Um, Ninth Uncle, wouldn’t that be a bit too dangerous?"
"I train my subordinates like this. Don’t worry, they won’t die."
She felt a mont of silence for Xiao Chen—talk about getting stuck with a ntor like this.
"Ninth Uncle, I’m going to take a shower first. I’ll co back and keep you company later."
Mr. Su waved his hand: "Go ahead."
As soon as she left, Lu Qing finally walked in. He had been dealing with so matters outside earlier. Seeing Xiaobai and Xiao Chen wrestling with each other, he cracked his knuckles and said casually:
"Xiao Chen, playing with a beast isn’t much fun. Interested in challenging instead?"
Ou Beichen flipped over deftly, skillfully dodging Xiaobai’s sharp claws. A sly smile tugged at his lips as he replied:
"Since Brother-in-law is so interested, of course, I’ll go all in."
Mr. Su chid in:
"Xiao Chen, don’t embarrass your master. I’m betting on you to win."
Lu Qing cast him a sidelong glance:
"What if he loses?"
"I’ll give you the premium cigars that Little Jin’er gifted ."
"How about we throw in that box of Da Hong Pao tea as well?"
"Deal, I’ll take the bet."
Ou Beichen suddenly felt imnse pressure. Xiaobai, realizing it was off the hook, casually sprawled nearby for a much-needed rest. It was exhausted.
These three humans—each scarier than the last—it knew there was no chance of fighting back against them either. Best to resign itself to life as a pet.
At least, there’s still a tiger it can bully.
Little Xiaobai gleefully hopped around beside it until it got smacked flat by a paw!
"Goodness, sotis you just have to hit. Can’t beat those three humans, but this little sidekick? I’ve got this one."
Lu Qing versus Ou Beichen.
The fight—pure chaos, earth-shaking, moon-blocking, with no clear winner in sight.
By the ti Qin Miaomiao was done showering, blow-drying her hair, and changed into a comfy pair of pajamas, the two were still at it.
She sat down next to Mr. Su, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds to snack on, and asked in a low voice:
"Who’s winning?"
"Still no victor, yet."
"You bet with Lu Qing again, didn’t you? What’s the wager?"
"A box of premium cigars."
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a waste. Those were a hassle for to get through my friends."
Mr. Su chuckled faintly:
"I kept yours. I swapped them for soone else’s gift."
"Ninth Uncle, you’ve started to get crafty too, huh?"
"This isn’t craftiness—it’s strategy."
"They probably have a lot more fighting left in them. Wanna play a round of chess while we wait?"
"Lu Qing’s teaching Xiao Chen here. Otherwise this would’ve ended within a hundred moves. Alright, let’s play."
They played... Gomoku.
Within a re minute, she was obliterated.
Simple and brutal, Qin Miaomiao’s chess skills were horrendous—Gomoku was at least straightforward.
"Ninth Uncle, could you try not to make lose so badly? This feels like a complete demolition of my intelligence."
"I already went easy on you."
Qin Miaomiao: .....
"Seriously, Ninth Uncle. Crushing my heart here."
"How about I go even easier?"
"Fine, I’ll try harder."
This ti, she lasted three minutes—Qin Miaomiao genuinely considered it a personal achievent!
Her spirits lifted sowhat.
"Progress! Finally, progress!"
"By your fifth move, I could already finish you off."
Qin Miaomiao: "I don’t want to hear it! Don’t want to hear! My intelligence has been crushed, I’m deeply hurt, not playing anymore."
Seeing her self-esteem had taken a hit, Mr. Su offered comforting words:
"Next round, I’ll let you win."
Next round... well, she did win. But the intentional handicap was so obvious even she could see it.
"Ninth Uncle, you know what, forget it. I’m used to having my intelligence crushed already. In this family, I’m the one with the lowest IQ. It’s painful."
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