Chapter 296: Even an Imp Must Grovel Before the King of Hell

"Auntie, I’m leaving!"

Qin Wenying made a point of going to the kitchen to say goodbye.

Mrs. Fu, who was in the middle of cooking, was surprised to hear this.

She hurried out. "You’re leaving already? You just got here! You should at least stay for a meal!"

"I can’t, Auntie. I really have to go now. I’ll visit again next time."

With that, Qin Wenying walked out.

Mrs. Fu: ...?

’I have to admit, my daughter’s sister-in-law is quite the dashing figure.’

Qin Wenhao didn’t try to make Qin Wenying stay.

"Mom, don’t worry about her. She’s flying a plane back to her military base in Beijing City. It’s just a few hours’ flight, so she’ll be there in no time."

Mrs. Fu: ...

’All three of my in-laws’ children are so outstanding!’

’Then again,’ she thought, ’my own daughter is no slouch either.’

’She’s beautiful, she makes her own money, she’s a researcher at such a young age, and she’s even a college student.’

’She’s not a bit inferior to anyone else’s kids.’

Just as they were speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Qin Wenhao went to open the door and found his next-door neighbor, Hao Rong.

"Qin Tuan, I’m sorry to bother you, but could I leave my son here for a little while? My wife is back, and I need to go pick her up from the train station."

Hao Rong held his son, Hao Ziji, by the hand, looking at Qin Wenhao with some embarrassment.

He had returned home from a mission just yesterday and had since picked up his son from Sister Wang’s.

Qin Wenhao glanced down at the little brat.

’And yet, he couldn’t really refuse.’

’It would be too unneighborly.’

"...Fine."

Hao Rong was delighted to see him agree.

He quickly pushed his son forward.

"Ziji, hurry and thank your Uncle Qin. You be good at his house, okay? Dad will be back soon."

"Okay, Dad." The little boy was on his best behavior in front of his father. He called out politely to Qin Wenhao, "Hello, Uncle Qin!"

"Well then, Qin Tuan, I’ll be off."

Qin Wenhao nodded.

The moment Hao Rong was gone, the little boy started wailing, "I want to eat! I want to eat—"

Qin Wenhao: ...?

"You’ll have to wait. The food isn’t ready yet."

"I want to eat! I want to eat right now—" Hao Ziji’s howling trailed off as he met Qin Wenhao’s narrowing eyes.

The man’s reputation as the "Cold-Faced King of Hell" was well-earned.

One icy glare from him was enough to scare Hao Ziji into silence.

"Do you want to eat now, or wait until the food is actually ready?" His voice was low and brimming with danger.

Bratty kids have a surprisingly strong instinct for danger—he knew which people he could get the better of, and which people he absolutely could not cross.

For example, he would never throw a tantrum in front of his father.

And now, seeing the look on Qin Wenhao’s face, he shook his head frantically.

Qin Wenhao pointed to a broom resting nearby.

"Then go grab that broom and sweep the yard."

Hao Ziji shot him a wary glance, and the terrifying look in his eyes sent a shiver down the boy’s spine.

He quickly trotted over, grabbed the broom, and started sweeping—

Qin Wenhao said coldly, "Don’t just swing it around. Sweep properly."

Mrs. Fu, who was standing in the kitchen doorway: ...?

’I have to say, her son-in-law’s method is pretty effective.’

’If it had been her a moment ago—she wouldn’t have agreed to watch the boy, no matter how nicely the neighbor asked.’

’That child is just too mischievous.’

’Last time, after he got over his fever and was looked after at Director Wang’s home in the compound, he wore the man ragged.’

’Most people don’t know how to handle him.’

’Of course, there was another reason: she wanted nothing to do with the Hao Family.’

’That young wife of theirs might look pitiful, but Mrs. Fu couldn’t muster any sympathy, to say nothing of the fact that Mrs. Hao is a completely unreasonable woman.’