One is willing to beat, the other is willing to be beaten; Ye Cheng's resistance to oranges increases by +1+1+1...

"Grandma, boohoo..."

The youngest son looked pitiful, his face covered in snot and tears, wiping it all on his grandmother.

Tang's Mother: "..."

How is this chubby boy exactly like his father?

When Tang Shouye was bullied as a child, he cried just like this, running to his mother with a runny nose and tears. Decades later, a miniature chubby version of him was doing the exact same thing. Was this just one giant cycle of reincarnation?

"What's wrong, Xiaobao? Who bullied you?" Tang's Mother asked.

The youngest son: "???"

The youngest son, who had been crying vigorously, was completely dumbfounded by these words. Grandma, is it really necessary to ask who bullied me in such an obvious situation?

Of course it was...

The youngest son hadn't completely lost his mind. Sniffling his snot, he cast a pitiful glance toward the door, where his aunt was looking at him with a face full of tenderness.

Her hands were behind her back, holding the murder weapon that had just delivered a hundred-hit combo. It was a plastic clapper Tang Yuyao had gotten from god knows where, the kind used to simulate applause during awkward silences at meetings.

It had several plastic hands that slapped together, amplifying the impact with every strike. It came with natural armor penetration. The youngest son felt like several people were hitting him at the same time; his butt was practically smoking.

Under Tang Yuyao's oppressive aura, the youngest son stammered for a long time but didn't dare say anything.

"I, I fell down while walking over here..." the youngest son said cowardly.

Ye Cheng: "..."

You're really something, kid. Han Xin must have watched you to get through his historical humiliation of crawling between someone's legs, right? Replaying it over and over, feeling full of strength after watching it, thinking that crawling through legs wasn't a big deal after all.

Tang's Mother helped wipe away his snot and tears, then picked up the youngest son to take a look... Hiss, her daughter hit pretty hard. What did he say to make her this angry?

Better not break this chubby boy.

Tang's Mother still loved her grandson, but she also knew her daughter wasn't an unreasonable person. She might be a bit willful about small things, but this was her nephew; there was no reason to be this ruthless.

Through simple deduction, Tang's Mother finally determined the cause: he must have said something very out of line and angered her daughter.

There weren't many things that could make their daughter angry...

"Xiaobao, go over there and eat some oranges first. Grandma will take you home later and make you something delicious." Tang's Mother put down the chubby youngest son and pointed to the nightstand next to the eldest miss, gesturing for him to go eat a couple of oranges to feel better.

The youngest son originally wanted to refuse to show his stance. He was very sad right now and couldn't eat anything.

Similarly, he was worried that if he went over, he would face revenge from his older, leftover-woman aunt. Hiding with his grandma seemed to be the safest option. Just as the words of refusal reached his mouth, he suddenly noticed the oranges were right next to the pretty older sister opposite him.

He stopped crying immediately!

He hopped a couple of times, ran across to the eldest miss, grabbed an orange to eat, peeled one, and handed it to the eldest miss with a shy look.

"Sister, you eat this..."

Shen Qinghan looked expressionlessly at the little chubby boy in front of her, noting his shy demeanor and the orange he handed over.

"Although I don't hate eating oranges, I don't want to eat the orange you handed me. Lastly, I don't like you, so give up on that idea."

The youngest son: "..."

Tang's Mother: "..."

Tang Yuyao: "???"

Ye Cheng: "!!!"

What a clean and decisive execution combo. Before the youngest son could even react, the eldest miss had already unleashed a full set of skills, dealing all her damage, and it was all true damage.

The eldest miss saw through people's hearts at a glance. She knew what the youngest son's series of actions and expressions meant, and she also thought about the problem from a child's perspective.

But she wouldn't show mercy just because he was a child.

What adult gets angry at a child... This phrase did not apply to the eldest miss. The eldest miss threw equal-opportunity elbows at everyone around her and wouldn't hold back just because the other party was a kid.

Ye Cheng witnessed the whole process and broke out in a cold sweat. He silently took off his heart rate monitor and tossed his oxygen mask aside. What oxygen mask, what heart rate monitor... they were irrelevant.

Right now, he needed to make his body look a bit healthier, so it would be more convenient for the eldest miss to beat him if she needed to. It would be fine as long as she let out her anger; he was just afraid of her holding it in and unleashing something massive.

It was like in a family where the mother is in the room helping the child with homework, and the father is outside with his legs crossed, grinning broadly while happily scrolling through brain-dead short videos. Then, the next moment, the mother's broken roar and the child's crying come from the room.

The sensible old father has already put down his phone, turned off the brain-dead short videos, and silently gotten up to start mopping the floor... What a floor this floor is!

Although he was still young, only at the level of senior kindergarten, the youngest son should have experienced the sinister nature of society at a young age.

Earlier at the Tang family home, he was betrayed by his brothers, then ruthlessly whipped by his mother for flattering her the wrong way, and finally hit with a hundred-hit combo by his older, leftover-woman aunt. He had survived all of that.

Finally, here with the eldest miss, it completely became the last straw that broke the camel's back. An adult's breakdown... oh wait, a senior kindergartener's breakdown often happens in an instant.

Don't bow your head, or the crown will fall!

The youngest son looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle... oh wait, the ceiling, trying his best not to let his tears fall. He pulled back the peeled orange in his hand and put it into his own mouth.

"This orange is really sweet, I'll take it to mom and the others to try..."

The youngest son muttered to himself as he walked outside. When he reached the door, he finally couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out crying with a waaah, sprinting toward the other end of the corridor while eating the orange.

The orange was bitter, boohoo... there were tears everywhere.

Tang Yuyao: "..."

Do kids these days have this much inner drama?

That little scene just now was worthy of a veteran actor, leaving the people in the room stunned. Of course, except for the eldest miss. The eldest miss didn't care at all about the youngest son whose sadness was flowing like a river.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was a bit awkward, Tang Yuyao took the initiative to speak up.

"Qinghan, don't mind him. This little guy is just like this, full of drama."

Shen Qinghan nodded: "Mm."

And then... then there was nothing else. She didn't care at all why he had so much drama, nor about the aftermath. None of it had anything to do with her.

To Shen Qinghan, what just happened didn't even count as a minor interlude. After the youngest son left, she continued peeling oranges and continued feeding Ye Cheng... eat, eat, eat.

Ye Cheng's fullness +1+1+1...

Ye Cheng's orange resistance +1+1+1...

Tang's Mother: "..."

This bizarre interaction model somewhat opened Tang's Mother's eyes. Although bizarre, it was very harmonious, and both of them seemed to accept this way of getting along.

This feeling made Tang's Mother feel that things were far from good.

They were too compatible...

She had never felt such compatibility with her own daughter—one willing to dish it out, the other willing to take it.

It was truly rare.

This is a bit troublesome...

Tang's Mother rarely frowned, but it was precisely because of Shen Qinghan's usually indifferent personality that her current attitude toward Ye Cheng made Tang's Mother feel uneasy. Feeding someone a mandarin orange might seem perfectly ordinary, but coming from the eldest miss in front of her, it was an absolutely shocking sight.

Was her mouth the only stubborn thing about her?

"It's getting late. Let's go back, sweetie. It's time to head home and cook for your dad, or the old man will faint from hunger."

Tang's Mother stood up, spoke with a smile, and walked outside, taking away her innocent, bewildered daughter who had been standing outside, unsure of what to do next but reluctant to leave.

The mother and daughter disappeared down the corridor one after the other. After walking a good distance and confirming their voices wouldn't reach the room, Tang's Mother finally spoke.

"My girl, that little miss inside is someone pretending to be asleep. You and the other girls around him need to be careful. Whatever you do, don't wake her up, or none of you will stand a chance."

Tang Yuyao's pupils shrank. She followed behind her mother in dead silence, her head lowered and her hands twisting together...

Inside the hospital room.

Eldest Miss's feeding proficiency +1 +1 +1...

Ye Cheng's mandarin orange resistance +1 +1 +1...

Ye Cheng: Somebody save me!!!

Meanwhile.

At the academy, inside a villa.

The Head Maid gently closed the bedroom door and stepped out.

"The miss is asleep, so keep it down. If she wakes up and asks where I went, tell her I went out to buy some things and will be back shortly. Then, send me a message."

"Yes, sister!" the group of young maids replied in unison, keeping their voices low.

The Head Maid nodded and quickly walked away. She went to another room, changed her clothes, left the villa, and headed in the direction of the hospital.