Chapter 579: Chapter 579

Song Moting stretched his arms, searching for those two special little heads.

"Where are Tang Yuan and Baozi?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao anxiously asked.

She also sensed something was wrong; the house being so quiet was definitely not normal.

The momentarily spread-eagle on the sofa Song Moting sat up straight.

All the adults began to look around.

"They were just playing with the blocks here."

Bai Yiyi pointed to a spot in the corner of the living room, where a small table was covered with messy blocks, but there was no one there.

Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao quickly started to check the house.

"How long ago was that?" Jiang Xiaoxiao shouted.

"Less than two minutes, right before you talked about adopting Baozi."

Bai Yiyi knelt down, struggling to look under the bed.

That’s Tang Yuan’s favorite hiding place during hide-and-seek.

Jiang Xiaoxiao almost sobbed.

Two minutes, Tang Yuan could destroy the house single-handedly in two minutes.

The chubby boy with an angelic face turned out to be a devil with extraordinary energy, it was simply unbelievable.

"Tang Yuan!" she called loudly, "Tang Yuan, come out, come out! No matter where you are!"

Sometimes calling worked, but most of the time it didn’t at all.

Everyone joined in the search, but they couldn’t find the black-haired little rascal.

When Tang Yuan was born, every family member was overjoyed; there was no doubt he was a spoiled child.

This child had a terrifying temperament and an extremely strong will, even over trivial matters.

Stopping him from doing what he wanted was as difficult as blocking the tide with a bucket.

He inherited the skills of planning from his father, Song Moting, and the spirit of adventure from his mother, which was simply terrifying for a two-year-old child.

No matter who obstructed him, he always had a way to secretly make that person stumble.

Once, Jiang Lei saw him holding a pair of scissors.

He immediately snatched away the scissors to prevent him from injuring anyone or anything.

Tang Yuan thunderously roared, yelling at him until Song Moting came over to stop him, at which point he reluctantly gave up.

Being disciplined by his ever-admired father this way made him sob sadly, which made everyone’s throat choke.

Fan Xiuying and Jiang Lao heartbrokenly scolded Jiang Lei and Song Moting for a long while.

They found that, so far, only being scolded by Song Moting and forced to sit on the punishment chair could sadden him.

After stopping his sobbing, he pouted and hid in a corner, always glaring at Jiang Lei over his round shoulders menacingly.

Then he ran to Jiang Xiaoxiao for comfort, climbing onto his mother’s knee and gently swaying.

His next stop was Song Moting’s knee, showing he had forgiven his roughness.

He would wrap his arms around Song Moting’s neck, rubbing his chubby little face against him.

He might even nap briefly on his broad shoulder.

Upon waking again, he would crawl down, rush to the kitchen, and cling to "Lai Lai," as he called Fan Xiuying, asking for "Bao Bao" (the name of a drink, Jianlibao).

Jiang Xiaoxiao absolutely prohibited him from drinking it, so Fan Xiuying took a bottle from the cabinet and handed it to him.

It’s specially prepared for Tang Yuan.

Because all he could do was thirst for it; he couldn’t open it.

Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao always exchanged intimate looks, watching their son’s love for the drink as entertainment.

But seeing him hold the familiar bottle tightly with his little hands was not surprising at all.

He would pretend to take a few sips, then focus all his attention on the bottle.

Song Moting had observed him, seeing him clasp the bottle with his small hands, revealing an extremely joyful expression, which made him smile too.

This time, he firmly didn’t allow Fan Xiuying to open the bottle, proudly walking out of the kitchen, stopping in the corridor.

He shook the bottle vigorously, his whole body bouncing with it.

Then, with a gentle sweet smile, he dashed into the adjacent room, handed the bottle to Jiang Lei, cheekily tilting his head and speaking in an enchanting voice.

"Please help me open it."

Then he stepped back a few paces.

Song Moting shouted, jumping up from the chair, but it was too late.

Jiang Lei doted on the little guy so much, he almost granted every request.

The pull tab was already pulled, opening the seal, and sticky liquid and foam spewed out from the bottle’s mouth, splashing on the walls, furniture, and chairs, and Jiang Lei was caught in the explosion. He tried in vain to seal the bottle cap, but his whole body was already soaked.