Sorry, Miss, but yes, I’m running away again Shen Qinghan: “…”

In the private room.

The little nephew sat in his seat, digging into the cake in front of him. He dangled his short little legs, his face beaming with pure joy. It was delicious, and he loved it.

Tang's Mother blinked, looking at her little grandson, "Xiaobao, eating like that at your young age, aren't you going to get a fatty liver or high blood pressure or something?"

The little nephew, who had been happily eating just a second ago, froze instantly. The cake in his mouth suddenly lost its appeal.

He looked down at his stomach—a massive lump.

The little nephew: "..."

"That can't be right? I'm still so young..." The little nephew felt extremely guilty. As he spoke, he put down the large piece of cake in his hand and pushed it away from himself, a last-minute attempt to salvage the situation.

"Your dad was exactly like you when he was little. We took him to the hospital for a checkup, and he already had the 'three highs' at such a young age. Even the doctors were shocked..." Tang's Mother recalled.

The little nephew: "..."

Cold sweat broke out on the little nephew's forehead. "Um, Grandma, is it too late if I stop eating now? I'm still so young, I haven't even found a wife yet, and I don't want to die so early!"

"Come on, it's just eating a bit of food. It's not that serious. Being able to eat is a good thing. In the past, people couldn't even get enough to eat, always going hungry... munch, munch, munch," Old Master Tang spoke up.

Tang's Mother glared at him. "I really want to smack you to death with a flatbread. Go sleep in the next room by yourself tonight, I'm done living with you!"

Old Master Tang: "..."

Old Master Tang's constantly chewing jaw stopped. As if struck by lightning, he froze in place. The sky had fallen.

"Xiaobao, it's not that Grandpa wants to scold you, but this issue is actually quite serious. How about this: you follow Grandpa every morning and run five kilometers."

"How many???" The little nephew's eyes widened in horror, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"Five kilometers, just a warm-up. This is a normal amount of exercise. If you find it too easy, we can hang a couple of water bottles on you for some extra weight..." Old Master Tang said with a serious face.

The little nephew: "..."

Grandpa, you're trying to kill me.

"Um, Grandpa, I don't think that's really necessary... Besides, my dad is even fatter than I am..." the little nephew said, feeling very guilty.

Old Master Tang nodded. "Indeed, that bastard also needs to lose weight. He's as fat as a pig."

The little nephew: "..."

Grandpa, I feel like you're insulting me, but I have no proof...

They don't say the older generation has great health for nothing. Even at Old Master Tang's age, his body was still robust. He had an eight-pack, and his biceps bulged like small mountains. It felt like he could kill a cow with a single punch.

In contrast, the little nephew and Tang Shouye were somewhat hard to look at.

Extra training. They definitely needed extra training.

And just like that, Tang Shouye and the little nephew, father and son, were forced into extra training...

At this moment, Tang Shouye, who was still at the company, was completely unaware and busy with something else.

In his office, Tang Shouye frowned.

"A banquet? What banquet? I didn't organize one. Did you guys make a mistake?" Tang Shouye looked utterly confused. He had been busy with family matters these past few days; where would he find the time to organize a banquet?

Even if he were to organize one, he would definitely choose a more formal venue. Why would it be held at a restaurant under his company?

Was it that chaotic?

Tang Shouye initially thought his subordinates had made a mistake or misjudged the situation, exaggerating their reports. But when the surveillance footage was sent over, it left him completely speechless.

A massive crowd of over a hundred people—almost everyone in the restaurant had gathered there, packed like dumplings in a pot. Each person was holding a piece of... cake, eating while discussing business.

Tang Shouye: "..."

Wasn't it supposed to be red wine? How did it become cake?

Tang Shouye remained silent the entire time, staring at the surveillance footage on his computer screen, wondering how things had turned out this way. In a sense, it was a good thing. It easily created a crowd effect, which would then expand the restaurant's popularity and influence.

So... why did it turn out like this?

"Huh?" Suddenly, Tang Shouye spotted a familiar figure in the surveillance footage. He zoomed in, and zoomed in again... Ye Cheng.

Tang Shouye: "..."

"Holy crap, why is this kid everywhere!" Tang Shouye looked as if he had seen a ghost.

He felt that Ye Cheng was quite mysterious. No, bizarre. No matter where Ye Cheng went, extremely strange things would happen there.

Originally, he just wanted to take a casual look. But now that he had caught sight of Ye Cheng, he had to look closely. And then... Tang Shouye witnessed a real-life, offline 1v1 battle between the eldest miss and Sister Lin with his own eyes.

Tang Shouye: "..."

"What the hell!"

A simple piece of surveillance footage actually made Tang Shouye break out in a sweat. Why were these two troublemakers fighting?

Obviously, their fight was just the appetizer. In the following time, Tang Shouye successively saw new heroes unlocked and making their debuts, such as Brother Doudou, Lin Tianxiong, and his own son...

Tang Shouye: "???"

Finally, he saw his sister in the crowd, taking advantage of the chaos to kidnap Ye Cheng. The video ended right about there.

A moment later, Tang Shouye left the company, and a private car set off for the restaurant.

Tangren's Restaurant.

Top floor.

Clack, clack, clack. The crisp sound of high heels echoed in the corridor. The little nephew, who was still grieving and looking completely burned out, perked up at the sound and looked toward its source.

"Auntie?"

The little nephew blinked his mung-bean-sized eyes.

Seeing her anxious and hurried appearance, the little nephew's primal instincts kicked in. He hastily scrambled up and hid behind his grandma.

Tang's Mother: "..."

This child, to be this scared.

"Daughter, did you not find him?" Tang's Mother blinked, her tone tinged with curiosity and gossip.

She had waited for quite a while, thinking her daughter would bring someone back to eat together. What a pity, only her eldest girl came back alone. Sigh...

Tang Yuyao hurriedly hid inside the private room, squeezing Tang's Mother slightly outward.

Tang's Mother: "..."

"Ah? Mom, what did you just say?" Tang Yuyao pulled the plate opposite her over and continued eating.

Tang's Mother: "..."

"Daughter, what were you doing just now?" Tang's Mother asked.

"What do you mean, what was I doing? Didn't I tell you? I went to get some dessert to eat. I just finished it on the way back..." Tang Yuyao muttered softly, guilt written all over her face.

Tang's Mother sighed inwardly. Sigh, it seems like a lost cause again. For this eldest girl, she would have to wait a while and invite the person to their home before...

Tap, tap, tap. Not far away, from the direction Tang Yuyao had come from, down the exact same path, the sound of rushed footsteps approached.

Ye Cheng wished he could grow two more legs so he could run faster.

"Mengde, you dog, just you wait! When we get back, I'm going to hang you up and beat you!" Ye Cheng gritted his teeth.

Da Huang, who was running tirelessly behind Ye Cheng, shivered upon hearing this. After a brief pause, he continued to follow behind Ye Cheng. He had a feeling that if he had stayed behind just now, or if he got caught, the consequences would be terrifying.

"Did you find her?" Ye Cheng asked.

Da Huang sniffed around, nodded, picked up the pace, and ran ahead of Ye Cheng to lead the way, eventually arriving outside the private room where Tang Yuyao was.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Open the door, Dr. Tang, it's me!" Ye Cheng knocked on the door frantically from the outside. Da Huang was barking beside him—literally barking like an actual dog.

"Woof, woof, woof!!!"

Tang Yuyao: "???"

Not only did a giant question mark pop up over Tang Yuyao's head, but a similarly huge question mark appeared over the head of the little nephew hiding behind Tang's Mother.

Was it his imagination, or did that bark sound... very familiar?

It couldn't be, right?

Silently, the little nephew crawled between his grandfather and grandmother, looking timidly toward the door.

Hearing the familiar voice, Tang's Mother's expression shifted. She hurriedly got up to open the door for Ye Cheng. At the doorway, one man and one dog stood there, flashing their pearly white teeth with honest looks on their faces.

Tang Yuyao: "..."

The little nephew: "???"

How did it chase him all the way here!

The little nephew decisively climbed onto his grandfather: "Help me, Grandpa, that dog is back!"

Old Master Tang: "..."

What a useless little thing.

Old Master Tang looked helpless as he glanced toward the door. Hiss... it really was incredibly fat.

He had thought his little grandson was exaggerating, but looking at it now, it seemed he had actually been quite modest. This dog was really something else. What did it eat to get so fat?

"Oh my, Xiao Cheng, you're here! Come in, come in and take a seat. Old man, move over!" Tang's Mother glared fiercely at Old Master Tang, who was huddled to the side munching on a steamed bun.

Old Master Tang: "..."

A short while later.

The seating arrangement in the private room turned out like this.

Tang Yuyao, Ye Cheng, and Da Huang sat on one side, while the little nephew, Old Master Tang, and Tang's Mother sat on the other.

Tang's Mother sat face-to-face with Ye Cheng, Old Master Tang face-to-face with Tang Yuyao, and the little nephew face-to-face with Da Huang.

The little nephew: "..."

Silently, a mask of pure agony slipped over the little nephew's face.

No!

Why? Why is it this big fat dog again? Nooo!!!

The atmosphere in the private room was lively. Tang's Mother was very enthusiastic, and Ye Cheng matched her energy. The two chatted passionately about everyday matters; anyone who didn't know better would think they were old friends reuniting after many years.

Old Master Tang sat to the side, scrutinizing Ye Cheng with a measuring gaze.

So this is the kid?

Why does he look like a little girl?

Ye Cheng's charm stat was maxed out. He was a walking incubus with fair skin. In the eyes of someone from the older generation like Old Master Tang, Ye Cheng seemed a bit effeminate.

Fortunately, Ye Cheng's manner of speaking and his voice were not soft at all, but rather masculine. Therefore, Old Master Tang's first impression was still pretty good, and he didn't feel any aversion.

The Tang family was somewhat unique. What they disliked the most was bringing in mere eye candy. The family had met all their daughters-in-law, and they were all practical, hardworking people. Some came from poor backgrounds, some from wealthy families, and others from the middle class... The family judged people on their character, not their status.

As long as they were good people, there were no problems; everything else was completely unimportant.

For their first meeting, Ye Cheng passed the impression test and left a good mark.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, do you get the feeling that this big fat dog is staring at me?"

The little nephew's voice drifted over from the side, interrupting Old Master Tang's thoughts.

The little nephew was being extremely stealthy, speaking very carefully and looking like a little thief. Only his lips moved, terrified that the big fat dog across from him would hear what he was saying and find an opportunity to take revenge.

Old Master Tang paused for a moment and shifted his gaze to Da Huang. Instantly, Da Huang assumed a completely harmless expression, looking just as goofy and clueless as any ordinary stray dog.

"You little brat, you're too cowardly. It's just a dog, why would it be staring at you?"

The little nephew: "..."

Old Master Tang rapped his little grandson on the head and ignored him.

The little nephew: "..."

It's true, Grandpa, you have to believe me!!!

The little nephew was hysterical internally. He had genuinely seen it just a moment ago—the super fat dog in front of him was staring right at him, looking exactly like it wanted to murder him.

Gulp.

The little nephew tried his hardest to avoid making eye contact with Da Huang, while constantly comforting himself in his heart: It's just an illusion, it's all an illusion.

His grandpa was right. The other party was just a dog, how could it be staring at him?

It must be that he was under too much mental stress and hallucinating. Yes... that had to be it. An illusion, just an illusion. He shouldn't scare himself.

And then... he sneaked a peek.

Da Huang was squinting its eyes, looking right back at the little nephew in the exact same manner, bearing its teeth just a little bit...

The little nephew: "..."

It's not a hallucination, Grandpa, it's real! This dog wants to kill me, ahhh!!!

Inside the private room, the passionate chatter between Ye Cheng and Tang's Mother continued to echo. The others had been reduced to supporting characters, sitting on the sidelines watching the two of them perform...

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the restaurant, the 1v1 real-life Mortal Kombat between the Eldest Miss and Sister Lin had finally come to an end.

The curtains had fallen on that fight, but the Eldest Miss's second real-life octagon match was about to begin. Others might still have some doubts and uncertainties about whether the person who just ran away was actually Ye Cheng.

But Shen Qinghan was absolutely certain that the idiot who had just bolted in front of everyone was him!

Supported by the short-haired woman, Shen Qinghan stood up, dusted off her clothes, took out her phone, and dialed Ye Cheng's number.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off. Please try again later..."

Shen Qinghan: "..."