116: Chapter 116 My Dad Can Eat SHI
"Thank you so much, Mr. Zhang." Xia Qinyi opened the door and stepped aside to let him in, "Would you like to come in for a glass of water?"
"No need, it was just a small favor." Zhang Fan smiled and declined. His gaze inadvertently swept across the room—there were several unopened cardboard boxes piled up in the living room. The furniture was very simple, consisting only of an old sofa and a small coffee table, clearly indicating a hasty move. A subtle, imperceptible panic was hidden in Xia Qinyi's eyes, as if she were hiding from something.
"Well... if you need any help in the future, you can come to me anytime." Xia Qinyi stood at the door, nervously clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands, "I opened a yoga studio nearby. If you or your friends are interested, you are welcome to visit anytime."
"Alright, I'll go if I have the chance." Zhang Fan nodded and turned to walk towards the elevator, but he already had a plan in mind—Xia Qinyi and her daughter seemed gentle and harmless, and Lin Haoyu's actions were truly excessive. Since he had encountered this, he could not just sit by and do nothing.
Back in his apartment, Zhang Fan leaned against the sofa, his mind replaying the system's notification repeatedly. He took out his phone and searched for "Lin Haoyu Haoyu Group". The page was filled with reports of his business achievements, looking glamorous, but in the comments section below, many anonymous netizens criticized him for his "despicable methods" and "chaotic private life."
"It seems this Lin Haoyu is really not a good person." Zhang Fan muttered to himself. He scrolled across his phone screen and finally dialed Gu Jingshen's number, "Jingshen, help me look into someone. Lin Haoyu, the chairman of Haoyu Group. I want his detailed information, including his interpersonal relationships and company situation."
Gu Jingshen on the other end of the line was stunned for a moment: "Lin Haoyu? Why are you looking into him? That guy has very extensive connections in Jiangcheng; he's not someone to be trifled with."
"It's nothing, just encountered something and need to understand it a bit better." Zhang Fan didn't say much, "Help me find out as soon as possible, the more detailed, the better."
"Alright, I'll have my assistant look into it and give you an answer tomorrow." Gu Jingshen agreed and teased, "You just moved to the CBD and you're already causing trouble? You'd better behave yourself and don't let Zhou Yurou worry again."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Zhang Fan hung up the phone and walked to the window, looking at the window on the 18th floor—it was dark. He wondered if Xia Qinyi and her daughter were still packing, or if they were still worried about their future situation.
He knew that this storm regarding the "white moonlight substitute" had only just begun. And he was already prepared to intervene.
Chapter 103: Iconic Scene of Cute Kids Arguing! "My Dad Can Eat Ten Jin of Shit"? Lele's Shocking Words Make Everyone Laugh
Saturday's sunlight was exceptionally gentle, filtering through the phoenix tree leaves of the residential complex's playground and casting mottled shadows on the ground. After Zhang Fan finished processing the preliminary planning proposal for star dream workshop, he saw that it was still early, so he changed into casual clothes and went downstairs for a walk—having moved to this residential complex three days ago, he hadn't had a proper look around yet. This was a perfect opportunity to relax on the weekend and, incidentally, avoid the incessant "toast invitations" from employees after the company's team-building event.
The playground was exceptionally lively. Several three or four-year-old children were chasing and playing around the slide, while parents sat on the benches nearby chatting, mostly holding thermos cups in their hands, occasionally calling out, "Run slowly, don't fall." Zhang Fan found an empty bench and sat down. Just as he took out his phone to send a message to Zhou Yurou to confirm the meeting time on Monday, he heard a crisp child's voice calling "Uncle."
He looked up and saw Lele with two pigtails, wearing a little pink dress, waving her small hand as she ran towards him. Behind her followed a little boy in blue overalls, clutching a half-eaten biscuit in his hand.
"Uncle Zhang Fan! Are you here to play too?" Lele ran up to him, tilting her little face up, her eyes sparkling, "Hao Hao and I are playing 'house'. He's the dad, I'm the mom, and we're missing a baby!"
The little boy called Hao Hao also came over, glanced at Zhang Fan vigilantly, and whispered to Lele: "Lele, is he a relative of yours? Outsiders can't join our game."
"He's not an outsider! He's my neighbor uncle, he's super amazing!" Lele pouted in rebuttal, then pulled on Zhang Fan's sleeve and shook it, "Uncle, will you be our baby? We'll buy you candy!"
Zhang Fan was amused by her, put down his phone, and deliberately pretended to think: "Do I have to be obedient to be a baby? If I'm not obedient, will you scold me?"
"No, no!" Lele quickly waved her hands, "We will tell you stories and take you on the slide!"
Just then, two more children ran over. One of them, a boy wearing a yellow T-shirt, saw Hao Hao and immediately shouted: "Hao Hao, yesterday you said your dad was very amazing, my dad is more amazing than your dad!"
Hao Hao was unconvinced. He stuffed the biscuit into his pocket, put his hands on his hips, and said: "My dad is the amazing one! My dad can eat three bowls of rice in one meal, and he can also eat a big bowl of braised pork!"
"Pfft, what's that!" The boy in the yellow T-shirt stiffened his neck, "My dad can eat a whole pig! Last time my family slaughtered a pig, my dad ate half of it all by himself!"
"My dad can eat a whole cow!" Another child wearing a green hoodie joined the fray, his voice louder than the first two, "My dad runs a restaurant, he can eat all the beef from a whole cow!"
The children's competitive banter attracted the attention of the surrounding parents. Everyone watched them with a smile, no one taking it seriously—in a child's world, the standard for "dad is amazing" is often just simple dimensions like "can eat a lot" or "can lift high."
Lele had been watching from the side, but hearing everyone talking about their dads, she got anxious too. She leaned forward and said loudly: "My dad is also very good at eating! He can eat a big basin of fish!"
The boy in the yellow T-shirt glanced at her with a bit of disdain: "What's a big basin of fish? My dad can eat shit! Can your dad?"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding parents were stunned, and then some couldn't help but laugh out loud—it was clear they hadn't expected a child to say such a thing. They had probably heard the swear word somewhere and, not understanding what it meant, used it as proof of being "amazing."
Lele had never heard this word, but instinctively didn't want to lose, so she immediately lifted her neck and retorted: "My dad can eat shit too! My dad can eat a jin of shit!"
"My dad can eat ten jin!" The boy in the yellow T-shirt was not to be outdone, reaching out to gesture a large circle, "Ten jin, bigger than this slide!"
"My dad can eat one hundred jin!" Lele's voice was a bit anxious, her little face flushed red, "My dad can bury his head in poop—and eat for a whole day!"