Chapter 313: 313
Chapter 313: Real Son and Fake Son
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Actually, when Zhai Yin had stopped the car in front of the house, Wang Ling had already heard what was happening outside . He had heard everything clearly, including the conversation in the car . At first, Wang Ling had thought that the miserable expression on Wang Ming's face was a little funny, but it was impossible to say that he didn't care at all when he saw how merciless Zhai Yin continued to be .
No matter what, Wang Ming was still his family . Letting an outsider intrude without an invitation would make Wang Ling feel strange .
In this respect, he was exactly like his father, preferring only to get along with people he was familiar with . If it had been Mother Wang and the old man, they would definitely have pulled Zhai Yin into the house without a second thought . Thus, while they were still unaware, Wang Ling dragged Wang Ming inside and slammed the door in Zhai Yin's face .
How could he let an outsider participate in this joyous family occasion?
Although Wang Ling was a little displeased, this was the task which President Qi had assigned Zhai Yin after all, which was to personally protect his idiot elder brother, so Wang Ling didn't embarrass him too much . He just casually cast a small spell the instant he closed the door, covering the outside of the Wang family's small villa with a steel barrier that even a True Immortal probably wouldn't be able to break through .
After Wang Ling closed the door, Wang Ming felt immensely relieved . He hadn't wanted to leave the institute these two days because of this Zhai Yin! He had been complaining in his heart the entire time that it would have been great if President Qi had given him a beauty . . . Who would be willing to go out all day tailed by a human ice block?!
Wang Ming stroked his wrist, as if there was still some residual warmth left behind from when Wang Ling had pulled him in . When he saw Wang Ling let go of his hand with a cold face, the corners of his mouth tilted upward slightly — his chance to tease Wang Ling had come!
He pounced on Wang Ling like a cat and wrapped himself around one arm . Swaying in a coquettish manner, he patted Wang Ling on the shoulder with a faint blush on his face and said in a thready voice, "You devil . . . you're so hateful!"
The sound didn't make just Wang Ling's hair stand on end; even Loopy Toad's dog fur stood up as if it had been electrocuted .
Wang Ling and Loopy Toad: " . . . "
As expected, this little shit was an idiot!
"Hey, Little Ming, you've arrived?" Hearing the noise, Father Wang got up from the sofa and walked toward them .
Seeing this, Wang Ming immediately let go of Wang Ling's arm and said, "Uncle Wang, how are you?" As he spoke, he slanted a stealthy look at Wang Ling's fist, and could vaguely see the protruding blue veins . . . He was instantly frightened, and thought that if Father Wang had come a little later, Wang Ling would probably have hit him with a full set of intelligence-recovery punches 1 .
"Come here, Little Ming, come in and sit down . " Father Wang put his arm around Wang Ming's shoulders and pulled him down onto the sofa . His face was wreathed in smiles, genuinely happier than seeing his own son . . .
"What do you want to drink?"
Wang Ming sniffed the air, then chuckled . "I'll just have some soup later! I can smell the coral grouper soup!"
Father Wang laughed . "You have a nose that will catch up to our Loopy Toad's . "
Loopy Toad: " . . . "
Father Wang sipped his tea, then turned his head to gaze at Wang Ming . "Any new results from your research recently?"
Wang Ling had concluded long ago that this wasn't making polite or small talk . This was a question Father Wang would always ask whenever Wang Ling came to the Wang home; supposedly, it could give him inspiration for his writing .
"Yes, there's one . " Wang Ming nodded .
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