Dr. Qiao Mi’s mouth hung slightly open. He fidgeted for a long time without uttering a single word. He had no idea how to explain the situation, either. The other test subjects were clearly fine. They had even been acquired by officials from Dragon Country. As for why Wang Dawan had ended up like this? Dr. Qiao Mi had to admit he didn’t know.

“Dad!” Wang Congming cried, rushing to his side.

At the same time, his phone buzzed. A friend from Yang City had texted, asking him to hang out that evening. He angrily threw his phone away.

Friends? In his eyes, they were more important than internet celebrities. But how could they possibly compare to family?

Wang Dawan looked relieved for a moment, but then he began clucking uncontrollably like a rooster. “CLUCK! CLUCK! CLUCK!”

“Dad!” Seeing this, tears streamed down Wang Congming’s typically carefree, round face.

Everyone said Wang Congming was heartless, but was that really true? No. Wang Congming acted so dissolutely precisely because he wanted his father, Wang Dawan, to notice him.

When he was a child, Wang Dawan was always at work. Other kids had their parents pick them up from kindergarten, but Wang Congming never did. He had always envied the others. He still remembered one time when he had a high fever. It had reached 40 degrees Celsius—104 degrees Fahrenheit! Any other parent would have been beside themselves with worry. But Wang Dawan was away on business and didn’t come home.

After the fever subsided, Wang Congming began acting out, testing to see if his father truly cared about him. Eventually, it became a habit. But as he grew older, Wang Congming came to understand his father’s silent sacrifices. Every father hopes to give the best to his children and his family. There’s a saying that captures it well: “If I pick up the bricks to provide for you, I cannot hold you in my arms.”

Wang Congming gradually realized that Wang Dawan did, in fact, love him. When everyone else thought that he, the son of Wang Dawan, could only rely on his father, it was Wang Dawan who believed in him. He gave him the start-up funds that led to him becoming today’s “Nation’s Husband”!

Suddenly, Wang Congming took a deep, steadying breath to calm himself. He knew that panic would lead to no good solutions. He wiped away his tears and clenched his fists. Looking at his father, who was now bleating like a sheep, he gritted his teeth and vowed, “Dad, don’t worry. I will save you.”

Dr. Qiao Mi chimed in anxiously, “Don’t waste time! Traditional Chinese medicine won’t work. We need to send him to the Mayo Clinic immediately!”

The Mayo Clinic, built on a foundation of continuous innovation in medical education and world-leading medical research, is the largest and most advanced comprehensive medical system in America. While it boasts over 2,700 clinical experts and scientists, it remains highly exclusive, with very few scheduled patients.

“No, we have people in Dragon Country, too,” Wang Congming retorted, his thoughts turning to Wu Tian.

“Dragon Country? No, no, no! Dragon Country’s science is far behind that of the United States of America. Only they have the best,” Dr. Qiao Mi insisted, convinced Wang Congming was mistaken.

“Shut up!” Wang Congming roared, stunning Dr. Qiao Mi into silence.

“I’m telling you,” he bellowed, “if anything happens to my dad, if he can’t be saved, I’ll take your life!”

His voice thundered, leaving Dr. Qiao Mi pale with fear. He was terrified.

***

“Drunk, I trim the lamp to gaze upon my sword; dreaming, I hear the horns echo across the camps. Roasted meat is shared among the troops across eight hundred leagues, and fifty strings play stirring songs of the frontier. An autumn inspection of the troops on the battlefield. My steed gallops swift as Dilu, my bowstring sings like a crack of thunder. To finish the Monarch’s great work and win fame in life and after. A pity that my hair has turned to white!”

Without a doubt, this was the little one reciting poetry. Other four-year-olds who could recite “Quiet Night Thoughts” were already hailed as geniuses by their parents. But compared to her, they were simply outclassed.

The little one’s leave of absence was almost over, so she was studying her ninth-grade textbooks in advance. After reciting the poem flawlessly, she immediately hugged Wu Tian’s arm. “Dad, am I amazing or what?”

“Amazing. You’re the most amazing,” Wu Tian said, knowing that, as a father, this was the moment for praise.

“Then I want a reward,” the little one declared suddenly.

Children need motivation to study, and there’s no need to worry that this approach is wrong. If a few material rewards can encourage a child to study hard, it’s absolutely worth it. One must remember that fairy tales aren’t reality. Some might ask, “Won’t this nurture a disposition that’s too pragmatic?” But the world she lives in *is* pragmatic. A person full of fairy-tale ideals would find it difficult to survive in the real world.

“What do you want?” Wu Tian asked.

“Take me on a trip during summer vacation,” the little one giggled.

“Okay,” Wu Tian nodded. “We’ll go on a trip for seven days and seven nights.”

“No, I want fourteen days! Wait, I’ll recite another one.”

The little one opened her small mouth, contemplated for a moment, and then recited with a serious expression, “Alone I sit by the pond like a crouching tiger, under the green shade I restore my spirit. When spring arrives, I am not the first to speak. Which insect dares to make a sound?”

Wu Tian’s eyes narrowed slightly. He could truly see the shadow of the Empress in his daughter.

“Fourteen days,” the little one said, beaming happily at Wu Tian.

Wu Tian nodded. A thought then struck her, and she laughed. “I’ll go recite for Mom, too! She’ll definitely be happy.”

Wu Tian, however, shook his head. “You can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because she’s asleep,” Wu Tian said. His formidable stamina had left Qin Yuhan fast asleep.

“Mom’s still sleeping? It’s already noon! Why?” The little one couldn’t understand. In her memory, Qin Yuhan never took naps. She instantly turned into a walking book of “whys.”

Wu Tian knew the answer to that question, but he wasn’t about to say. Murong Yezi, washing dishes in the kitchen, also knew, but she wouldn’t say a word either.

When the little one didn’t understand something, she asked. And if she didn’t get an answer? She would only ask more persistently. She refused to allow herself to remain ignorant about anything. After all, she was going to be a powerful expert.

Wu Tian was at his wit’s end, on the verge of surrendering and fleeing the house just to escape her relentless questioning.

Just then, his phone vibrated. He took it out and answered.

“Hello, is this Wu Tian?” Chen Meiling’s voice came through the line.

The little one’s hearing was sharp. She heard the voice from the phone and exclaimed, “It’s Sister Meiling!”

On the other end, Chen Meiling heard the little one’s voice and let out a beautiful laugh.

Wu Tian suddenly felt that Chen Meiling’s call couldn’t have been more timely. Otherwise, he would have been pestered until he had to flee the house for his own sanity. Still, he was puzzled. “Why the sudden call?”

“It’s the elementary school reunion,” Chen Meiling said directly, sensing his confusion. “We meet twice a year: once around the New Year to exchange greetings, and again in June. I didn’t use to go because of work. This time, however, my manager disappeared and the company is looking for a new one, so I suddenly have some time off.”

“I see,” Wu Tian nodded.

“Remember to bring the little one, or I’ll be bored to death!”

Hearing this, Wu Tian chuckled. “So my daughter is your toy now? Fine, I’ll bring her. But who knows, you might end up becoming *her* toy instead.”

On the other end of the line, Chen Meiling didn’t believe him for a second.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep