182: Chapter 182 You got the age wrong, you got the gender wrong, is this how you express gratitude?

Very quickly.

Qin Xun replied.

[Xia Ning and I are about to fly to Chengdu to visit The Little Tavern. Time is tight, so I won't disturb your catch-up with those influencers.]

[Xiao Ying, thank you for your help.]

Song Ying couldn't help but sneer when she saw the words "catch-up."

What catch-up?

I spent over ten minutes mocking them there, and they didn't dare say a word. If I'd kept mocking them, I was afraid I'd get beaten up.

She squatted on the ground, her nostrils flaring slightly as she typed the words "No need for thanks."

Then she deleted it.

She typed again, "Thanks your ass!"

And deleted it again.

She didn't know how to reply.

Something that could show her grace while subtly expressing her slight dissatisfaction.

Song Ying squatted under a streetlight, burying her head in her knees, squeezing a few words through her teeth.

"I'm so mad!"

"I'm not a child anymore, I'm not that easy to coax!"

Suddenly.

Her phone's message notification rang.

Song Ying looked up and saw that Qin Xun had sent a 60-second voice message.

As soon as she clicked it, Qin Xun's singing voice drifted from the phone and scattered into the night.

"Always taking from you but never saying thank you,"

"Only after growing up did I realize it wasn't easy for you."

"Every time I leave, I always pretend to be at ease,"

"Smiling and saying 'go back now,' then turning away with tears in my eyes..."

...

Song Ying: "???"

Brother Qin Xun is singing to thank me?

But why does it sound so strange?

The vibe is all wrong!

...

"How I wish to hold your warm hand just like before,"

"But you're not by my side, so I ask the breeze to bring you health."

"Time, oh time, please slow down, don't let you grow any older,"

"I'd give my everything to keep you here forever..."

...

Song Ying stood up and stomped her feet in frustration.

"Wrong lyrics! Wrong lyrics!"

"I might not be a child anymore, but I'm not a mother either!"

"He got the age wrong!"

...

"My lifelong prideful father, what can I do for you?"

"Please accept this meager concern,"

"Thank you for everything you've done, supporting our home with your own two hands."

"Always giving your all to give me the best,"

"Am I your pride? Are you still worried about me?"

"The child you worry about... has grown up."

...

Song Ying was so angry she jumped.

"Forget singing the wrong age, he even got the gender wrong!"

"I'm a mother?!"

"Is this your attitude for thanking someone?"

Just as she was getting worked up, she saw another message from Qin Xun.

[This song belongs to Xiao Ying Doll now. Thank you, and thank your father too.]

[Sing it for your father!]

[He loves you very much, he deserves it!]

[He misses you so much his head is aching right now!]

After reading the message, Song Ying was so happy she chased an innocent passing stray cat for over thirty meters.

Singing a song to her to express thanks would need to fit the situation to be touching.

But giving a song to her? What more could she ask for?!

She pressed the voice button.

"Brother is the best!"

"Mua!"

...

Inside the taxi.

After Qin Xun played Song Ying's WeChat message and heard that final "mua," his face was covered in black lines.

He somewhat regretted adding Song Ying on WeChat.

Suddenly.

A hand reached over and took his phone.

Qin Xun turned his head and watched as Xia Ning expressionlessly deleted Song Ying's voice message.

Xia Ning's voice was cold.

"Hear no evil."

Qin Xun: "..."

He helplessly lowered his head and saw Xia Ning's toes peeking out from her slippers.

They were small and dainty, quite cute!

But then he saw that foot retract and the toes curl tight.

"See no evil."

Qin Xun closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

Then he heard Xia Ning's cold voice again.

"Think no evil."

Qin Xun opened his eyes and turned to look at Xia Ning.

"Then should I just go die?"

Xia Ning looked at Qin Xun silently for a moment, then suddenly smiled gently.

"That works too."

Qin Xun: "..."

...

Under the night sky.

On the curb.

Song Ying had learned the song "Father" and made a video call to her dad.

The video connected quickly.

Song Yaoyang's grin was so wide it reached his ears.

"Xiao Ying baby, it's rare for you to take the initiative to video call me!"

"I saw your performance today. Out of the entire Douyin Wonder Night, yours was the best."

Song Ying hesitated for a moment, then gave a playful cold snort.

"Then you didn't finish watching it."

"It was clearly Brother Qin Xun who performed the best!"

In the video, the smile on Song Yaoyang's face stiffened for a second.

Song Ying didn't notice.

"Brother Qin Xun said you missed me so much your head was getting big."

In the video, Song Yaoyang's smile vanished completely.

How was his head big from missing her? It was clearly big from being pummeled by a dildo.

Song Ying still didn't notice.

"Brother Qin Xun gave me a song. I like it very much, and now I really want to sing it for you."

A smile reappeared on Song Yaoyang's face.

"Sing it, sing it, I'm listening."

"As you grow older, you've become less and less willing to share things with me."

"Today really makes me feel flattered."

Song Ying smiled and began to sing softly.

"Always taking from you but never saying thank you,"

"Only after growing up did I realize it wasn't easy for you."

"Every time I leave, I always pretend to be at ease,"

"Smiling and saying 'go back now,' then turning away with tears in my eyes..."

...

In the video, Song Yaoyang's eyes instantly turned red. He looked away and blinked, trying to hold back tears.

Seeing her father's expression, Song Ying's nose also felt a bit stingy.

"How I wish to hold your warm hand just like before,"

"But you're not by my side, so I ask the breeze to bring you health."

"Time, oh time, please slow down, don't let you grow any older,"

"I'd give my everything to keep you here forever..."

...

In the video, Song Yaoyang smiled while wiping away his tears.

Song Ying's voice choked up as she sang the final verse.

"My lifelong prideful father, what can I do for you?"

"Please accept this meager concern,"

"Thank you for everything you've done, supporting our home with your own two hands."

"Always giving your all to give me the best,"

"Am I your pride? Are you still worried about me?"

"The child you worry about... has grown up."

...

In the video call.

Song Yaoyang's nose was red, his eyes were red, and with a smile on his face, he choked out,

"Xiao Ying baby, you... you've really grown up."

"But you don't have to grow up in front of me. I'm not that old yet, you can be a child for the rest of your life."

Song Ying thought of Xia Ning and shook her head.

"No, I want to be mature."

"Only mature women are alluring."

Song Yaoyang: "..."

He took a few deep breaths and laughed loudly.

"Xiao Ying baby, tell me, what do you want?"

"I'll buy it for you!"

Song Ying curled her lip.

"Can you not be so obsessed with money? The things I want can't be bought. I just simply wanted to express some concern for my old man."

Song Yaoyang laughed heartily.

Song Ying added.

"If you really must do something, then behave yourself. Yesterday, Stepmother called me again to complain, saying you went looking for female influencers!"

Song Yaoyang's smile vanished.

"You... how disrespectful!"

He hung up the phone.

Song Yaoyang touched the top of his head, the place where Qin Xun had pummeled him with a dildo yesterday, and gave a cold snort.

"Dammit, I'll let you off this time!"

...

Five o'clock in the morning.

The plane landed in Chengdu.

Qin Xun called for a car but didn't notice he'd booked a shared ride.

The two parties weren't going exactly the same way, so the driver dropped Qin Xun and Xia Ning off by the roadside near The Little Tavern.

Qin Xun led the way with his phone's navigation, walking toward The Little Tavern at the end of Yulin Road.

Seeing this, Xia Ning asked in confusion,

"You don't know the way?"