I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 983 I Can’t Possibly Do What You Said to That Extent

Chapter 983: Chapter 983 I Can’t Possibly Do What You Said to That Extent

Jiaojiao refused to be outdone and slammed the car door with force, imitating her brother.

"Come at me then!"

Suizi got out of the car with a helpless look on her face, propped herself up with one hand on the car, and said weakly, "Can you two stop fighting, please?"

"No way!" the siblings exclaimed in unison.

The chubby dad got out of the car behind them, intending to persuade the Yu siblings when he saw them like this.

"Let’s go inside first, don’t bother with these two fools."

Suizi called out to the children in the car behind to hold hands and not get lost.

The chubby dad still looked back worriedly, afraid that Yu Jingting might start hitting Jiaojiao—though a former street ruffian, not active in Jianghu, tales of his past exploits still circulated there.

"Sigh," Luoluo let out a sigh.

"Luoluo, are you worried about your aunt too?" the chubby dad asked, already agonizing over whether he should risk rushing over to hold back the boss.

"I’m worried about dad, he keeps losing again and again..." Luoluo covered her eyes, not wanting to watch anymore.

The only people fiercer than the old men of Yu Family were the women of Yu Family.

Judging by Yu Jingting’s track record in his battles with Jiaojiao, he had never won once.

Suizi couldn’t even be bothered to try to dissuade them anymore.

She needed to hurry and find a seat inside—the place was bustling, and who had time to watch a man getting roughed up for having a loose tongue?

Yet, someone did have the time to watch.

In the corner, a pair of eyes sneakily glanced over in their direction.

Yu Jingting noticed a flash of light ahead, squinting his eyes toward the flash, a sharp glint appearing in his gaze, showcasing his Wolf King demeanor.

Before he could figure out if the camera was pointed in his direction, Jiaojiao was already pouncing on him.

She grabbed his hand and chomped down hard.

"Damn! You’re like a dog, biting people!" Yu Jingting cringed as she bit him.

The Wolf King turned into a Husky in a second.

The person sneaking photos only captured the Yu siblings in discord, brawling in public, with Yu Jingting attacking his underage sister mercilessly, like a tiger pouncing on a rabbit.

They completely missed capturing the fact that the tiger was paper, and the rabbit had steel teeth.

Yu Jingting was cringing from Jiaojiao’s bite, and he didn’t dare to hit back.

Missing this, they only captured images of Boss Yu in public, facing off against his own sister with an aggressive stance.

The photos were quickly developed and handed to the man skulking in the orchard spying on Suizi, planting the rumor that Yu Jingting did not get along with his sister, and neither did his wife get along with his sister-in-law.

"Stop biting, there’s someone!"

Jiaojiao released her bite and looked around, "Who’s there?"

"I just saw someone taking pictures this way, not sure if they were photographing us." Yu Jingting looked toward where the flash had come from but only saw a figure from behind. He considered going over to ask, but the gate attendant was urging them on.

It was time to head inside, and soon they would close the gate.

"Why would anyone take your picture? You’re not a celebrity," Jiaojiao thought this was just her brother’s trick. Just thinking of how this scoundrel had secretly eaten her snacks made her furious.

"Stingy little thing," Yu Jingting lightly flicked her on the forehead, "I had your sister-in-law replace the snacks I ate, and she even added some extra things for you."

Jiaojiao’s mood brightened instantly.

"Bro, dear bro, tell me, what good stuff did sister-in-law put in?"

Anything given by Suizi was certain to be a great gift, and Jiaojiao was now looking forward to it.

"I’m not telling you! You didn’t think of me as your dear brother when you were biting me, did you? With your sharp teeth and smart mouth, you don’t have foot-and-mouth disease or rabies, do you?"

"Bro, just tell me—if you don’t, I’ll ask sister-in-law!"

The siblings bickered their way to the living room, and upon entering the hall, they ceased fire, appearing to be siblings with an extremely good relationship.

Peace was necessary; daring to argue in a crowded place would mean that once back home, both would receive fifty strikes from the biggest boss of the house, according to her temper.

That big boss, naturally, was the always-smiling Suizi.

Jiaojiao wasn’t afraid of her parents at home, but she respected only her sister-in-law, who, after all, had been Jiaojiao’s homeroom teacher. One look from her, and Jiaojiao almost wished to stand at attention.

Little Fatty had the same attitude towards Suizi. To him, Yu Jingting’s anger didn’t compare to Suizi’s homeroom teacher gaze, a pressure imprinted into his DNA.

Seeing the siblings enter amiably, the big boss gave each a smile and elegantly invited them to sit down.

Suizi’s smile was too fake, so fake that it drew Yu Jingting’s attention.

He looked up and, whoa.

There was the TV station with the cameras.

Although Yu Jingting felt tempted to tease, he thought about his wife, who was dead set on keeping up appearances, and quelled his urge to play pranks, obediently sitting down beside her.

Maintaining an aura of grace, Suizi communicated with Yu Jingting through a smiling expression:

"Darling, could you—"

"No! Don’t even think about making me reveal my big underpants on national television! There’s no way I’ll sacrifice that much for your advertising!" Yu Jingting replied with a smile to Suizi.

"...." Suizi’s hand rested on her temple, completely drained.

Where did his mind go!

She just wanted him to check if her hair was a mess.

After all, she was going to be on television, cough cough.

Though it was uncertain how many shots her family would get, their conspicuous outfits would definitely stand out in the crowd and attract attention.

Thinking this, Suizi reminded the children seated around her in a soft voice.

"No horsing around, keep your poise, got it?"

After tomorrow, orders from the Cloth Factory would flood in to no end, ohoho~

As she pictured that scene, Suizi’s smile simply wouldn’t stop growing brighter.

Yu Jingting scoffed, "Money-grubber," speaking exactly of his wife.

Little Fatty’s opponent this round was formidable, a senior with decades of chess experience, making Jiaojiao worryingly sweat.

"Little Fatty calculated the odds before, that against this senior, he virtually has no chance of winning."

"That strong?" Little Fatty’s dad had never heard his son mention this, so when Jiaojiao brought it up, his expression became grave.

Jiaojiao nodded, she also often took part in major music competitions, although she hadn’t been to international events yet, but these competitions actually share commonalities.

"The kid didn’t spend the night tense and sleepless, did he?" Little Fatty’s dad, after hearing Jiaojiao, was so restless that he couldn’t bear to look.

"No, he should be very happy right now. If it were me, I’d feel the same." Jiaojiao focused on the screen where both sides were making preparations before the start of the match.

Little Fatty’s bubble gum was gone; he looked energized, devoid of any listlessness.

"He even squeezed the acne on his forehead, a man of meticulous habits," even Yu Jingting noticed Little Fatty’s burning competitive spirit.

"Hmm, striving for one’s goal, whatever the outcome, he can accept it," Jiaojiao verbalized what Little Fatty must be feeling inside.

Professional players all have this psychological quality; in this aspect, the two children were very similar, often participating in competitions in different domains. This was also the direction Suizi took in nurturing her children, valuing the outcomes but prioritizing the life insights gained from the cultivation process even more.

This game was turning out to be tighter than expected.

The opponent had not anticipated meeting a child in the final; as Little Fatty had no record of participating in international competitions before, the opponent had no way to study his chess strategies and had gathered information only during these few days of the competition.

Little Fatty was also struggling hard, taking longer than usual to think—excluding that one time when he deliberately dragged out the time.

As Suizi watched the match intently, she felt something was not quite right behind her, as if someone were staring at her.