Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 1622: Chapter 1621: I Won

Ziyi’s hands moved skillfully, and even though he was speaking, he didn’t slow down.

He looked up at Luo Haofeng, who was still staring at the parts in his hands. Ziyi’s mouth slightly curved upward, and he lowered his head again, working even faster.

“Ziyi, you little trickster.”

A few seconds later, Luo Haofeng suddenly cursed.

Wen Ran walked to the front of the sofa and checked Luo Haofeng and Ziyi’s progress; for the moment, Ziyi was leading.

A smile appeared on her face as she sat down next to Jing Xiaocha, watching quietly without saying a word.

“Ranran, what do you think, is Xiaoxiao coming?”

On the other side, An Lin leaned forward slightly, inquiring about Bai Xiaoxiao to Wen Ran.

Though her voice was low, since it was about Bai Xiaoxiao, Luo Haofeng couldn’t help but glance at them.

Seeing that Wen Ran didn’t speak, the initial expectant look in Luo Haofeng’s eyes slowly faded, replaced by a hint of disappointment.

“You guys continue with your competition. I’m not answering any questions now to avoid someone claiming later that I distracted them.”

Wen Ran said with a smile, then lowered her gaze to Ziyi, who had installed half of his parts, and gently said, “Ziyi, don’t worry, your Uncle Luo can’t beat you.”

“Ranran, how can you be so sure I can’t win? You’re underestimating me.”

Luo Haofeng immediately retorted unhappily, speeding up his movements.

Basically, for every two parts he installed, Ziyi could only manage one.

Wen Ran raised her eyebrows, replying nonchalantly, “As a company president, if you don’t compete against so many others but choose to bully a child not even two years old, even if you win, it’s a loss.”

“Haha, Ranran, you’re right.”

Wen Jin unhesitatingly supported Wen Ran’s statement.

“Ziyi is technically three by Chinese age reckoning, not just two.”

Luo Haofeng rolled his eyes; he couldn’t beat Mo Xiuchen the freak, but he’s allowed to beat his son, right?

“Ah Feng, if you put it that way, how old are you by Chinese reckoning?”

An Lin chimed in on the topic, smiling as she asked Luo Haofeng.

Gu Kai picked up the cup in front of him, leisurely saying, “Ziyi is just a few days short of being two, and Ah Feng is almost 32, an entire thirty years older.”

“Oh my, Brother Luo, you’re that old?”

Jing Xiaocha, who had been intently watching Ziyi install parts, suddenly burst out in surprise.

Luo Haofeng’s face darkened in displeasure, “Xiaocha, haven’t you heard the saying ‘A man at forty is a blossoming flower’? If I’m old, doesn’t that make your Brother Wen an old man?”

Jing Xiaocha furrowed her brows and immediately argued, “No way, Brother Wen is younger than you. No matter the age or looks, he’s younger.”

“Ziyi, this one.”

Seeing Luo Haofeng had already completed one small car and started on the second, Tongtong hurriedly handed Ziyi a part in a rush.

“Even with so many of you helping, you still can’t beat me.”

Luo Haofeng looked at the crowd trying to make him lose by distracting him and couldn’t help but shoot them a disdainful look.

As time ticked by, the competition reached its critical moment.

Seeing that Luo Haofeng had three parts left to install, while Ziyi had two, but because of his small hands, he wasn’t as fast as Luo Haofeng.

From the kitchen, Mo Xiuchen’s low voice, tinged with slight surprise, rang out, “Ranran, did you ask Qing Feng to hurry on the road? The dishes are ready, just waiting for Xiaoxiao.”

Everyone’s eyes widened in surprise, “Ranran, is Xiaoxiao coming?”

Wen Ran also looked up in surprise at Mo Xiuchen.

Meeting his eyes brimming with laughter, she suddenly understood.

“I thought to wait until they finished the competition, so it wouldn’t affect Luo Haofeng.”

“Ranran, you had Qing Feng pick her up, how could that affect me?” Luo Haofeng turned to look at Mo Xiuchen walking towards the sofa and then back at Wen Ran.

Wen Ran innocently shook her head, “No, Xiuchen misunderstood earlier. What I meant was…”

“I finished.”

Ziyi’s excited voice interrupted Wen Ran.

The next moment, enthusiastic applause erupted, accompanied by laughter, “Ah Feng, you still have one last part to install, you lost.”

Luo Haofeng looked at the coffee table, and then at Mo Xiuchen who was now in front of the sofa, gritting his teeth, “Xiuchen, you insidious little man, you actually tricked me.”

Mo Xiuchen gave him a light glance, “Who told you to bully my son?”

“Haha, Ah Feng, you must be convinced you lost this time. You can’t even beat two-year-old Ziyi. You should hurry up and have a son to compete with him.”

Gu Kai was as proud as if he had won himself.

Bai Yiyi quietly said, “Wouldn’t he just be crying from being beaten by Ziyi?”

Seeing Luo Haofeng’s gloomy mood, Jing Xiaocha kindly comforted him, “Brother Luo, you should have a daughter instead. That way, Ziyi would cherish and idolize her, and who knows, he might even fall for your daughter.”

“If Ziyi is going to like anyone, it would be my darling. Ah Feng isn’t even married yet; if we’re talking first come, first served, he’s way down the line.”

An Lin finished her sentence, and Luo Haofeng gave a dismissive snort, turning to Qin Mu, “Ah Mu, when are you coming back to work at the company?”

“What does your loss have to do with me going back to work?”

Qin Mu glanced over at him, stood up, and asked Mo Xiuchen, “Can we eat now? An Lin’s had a long day, and after dinner, we’re leaving.”

Mo Xiuchen gestured towards the dining room, “Just waiting for the competition between Ah Feng and Ziyi to be over to start the meal.”

“Dad, I beat Uncle Luo.”

As Gu Kai and others went to the kitchen to get the dishes, Ziyi looked up and proudly announced to Mo Xiuchen.

Mo Xiuchen affectionately patted his head, “Your Uncle Luo’s speed was faster than yours. Next time you compete, make sure you’re both under the same conditions and beat him then.”

“Don’t set the bar so high for Ziyi.”

Wen Ran picked up the small car, thinking Ziyi was already excellent.

Ziyi confidently raised his brows, replying firmly, “Dad, I’ll definitely beat Uncle Luo next time.”

***

Bai Xiaoxiao, who napped all afternoon, was full of energy in the evening.

After having dinner with Mother Bai and Mr. Bai and chatting with them for a while, she returned to her room, intending to call Wen Ran, but her phone rang first.

“Xiaoxiao, I hope I’m not interrupting your sleep?”

The call was from Meng Ke.

Bai Xiaoxiao leaned against the headboard, sounding a bit dispirited, “No, I’ve already had dinner.”

“Didn’t sleep well, did you? You sound tired. Get a good rest tonight, and I’ll pick you up at your place tomorrow morning.”

“No need to pick me up, I’ll go there myself tomorrow.”

“I can’t let you come to my place alone. I’m out at a meeting now, so I won’t talk long. I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning.”

“Alright then.”

Bai Xiaoxiao hung up, lay down on the bed, stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, then suddenly got up, changed her clothes, and left the room.

As she reached the staircase, she ran into Mother Bai and Mr. Bai coming up. Seeing she changed clothes to go out, Mother Bai immediately asked with concern, “Xiaoxiao, are you going out?”