Chương 2: The Father Who Washed Himself Clean
Shao Qian gaped at the man who had ran to his room in an instant. This… This doesn't seem to be in line with the plot? After being talked down to in such a manner, shouldn't this father fly into a rage from shame and strike him?
"Little Hui, you're really getting more and more out of hand." Upon seeing the youth's face, the female lead who hadn't had much presence in the previous situation, was shocked. She didn't know when the youth started to wear makeup or keep his hair long, and she also didn't know how long it had been since she last saw her younger brother. It was to the extent where she couldn't recall when they had last exchanged words.
If it were not for her father calling this youth his son today, she absolutely wouldn't be able to connect this lovable, delicate youth with a previously rebellious teenager who used to wear makeup and looked like a punk.
Shao Qian threw her a disdainful look before closing the door abruptly. Currently, he didn't have much of a favourable impression of the female and male lead, those animals. Upon seeing them, he would unconscious feel sick. Therefore, it couldn't be expected that he would treat them in an amicable manner.
Zhang Guo Qiang washed himself as if he were in a war. After changing into a clean set of clothes, he walked out of his room with his hair that had just been washed still dripping wet. However, it was undeniable that after the beard had been shaved off, the revealed face could make one feel somewhat absent-minded.
There were a lot of man who grew more attractive as they aged. In the past, as it had always been covered by his beard, it was difficult to see Zhang Guo Qiang's face clearly. However, now that beard had been shaved away, leaving refreshing stubble behind. Moreover, with the just washed shoulder-length hair that clinged onto his neck, along with the water droplets slowly sliding down and into his black nightwear… Right now, Zhang Guo Qiang seemed to exude hormones, his entire body oozing out sex appeal.
Zhang Qing never expected that, when her normally sloppy father dressed neatly, he actually had this sort of side. No one would be able to deny, if he had always dressed like this, upon walking on the streets, he would no doubt attract many people's attention.
However, such a man was currently placing his ear against his own son's room door. Not hearing any sounds coming from within the room, he sighed, shaking his head disappointedly as his brows creased together. Why did he fall asleep again? He had still wanted to take a look at his son's delicate face carefully once more.
"Dad…" Zhang Qing was somewhat confused as she looked at Zhang GuoQiang, "I… I'm going…"
Zhang GuoQiang held up a finger, softly speaking to Zhang Qing, "Alright, go to sleep earlier after washing up. Little Hui should already be sleeping so try to keep the noise down."
Zhang Qing heard those words and clenched her fist behind her back. It was like this again. It was always like this.
From young, all the good things went to her younger brother. Even after her father began to get addicted to gambling and drinking, he never forgot to leave her younger brother with allowance. As for her, she had to work to support the expenses of both father and son. For what reason? Weren't they both father's children? So why did he favor her younger brother more? Was it because he was a boy?
However, Zhang Qing didn't ask this question aloud. With great difficulty, she forced a smile towards Zhang GuoQiang. Lowering her voice, she spoke, "I, I'm going to go change my clothes."
"Okay." Zhang GuoQiang watched as his daughter returned to her room. He rubbed at the pounding pain in his temples, shaking his head as he laughed bitterly. His moping manner all these years, was simply in hopes that he could join his deceased wife. But in the end, he had been negligent of his, at that time, still small son's discipline. Thinking of the previous years where his son became increasingly rebellious made him despair. Why didn't he inherit even a single bit of her gentle nature? As for his daughter…
Zhang GuoQiang shook his head, returning to his room. His problems could wait until tomorrow. First, he should sleep. He also couldn't go on being so dispirited. His son was already so big, didn't he need to provide for him?
Shao Qian couldn't possibly know of Zhang Guo Qiang's idea. However, even if he did know, he would never believe that a gambling drunkard would be able to provide for him. But, as the saying went, do not judge a book by it's cover. The Zhang GuoQiang right now might seem incompetent, but later on in the future, he would seem like a deity.
When the sky became dark, Zhang Qing came out of her room. Seeing the pitch black living room along with her father and brother's closed doors, she hesitated for a moment before heading to the kitchen. She made a packet of noodles to sooth her hunger before heading back to her room to rest.
Shao Qian slept until the next morning. Stretching lazily, he was about to get out of bed when he heard a knock on the door, along with a somewhat flattering man's voice, "My darling son, Daddy made something nice to eat. Did you wake up yet?
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Shao Qian's stretching motion immediately became stiff. He combed down his hair and put on his pajama trousers before opening the door, "You can make…"
The man in the doorway had shoulder length hair that had been combed and tied up neatly. The face that was originally robust and stiff revealed a flattering smile. In his hand he held up a spatula as he greeted the youth that opened the door, "Son, you're awake."
"…Who are you?" Shao Qian had some difficult accepting. A live person could actually change so greatly? This handsome uncle was that sloppy man whose entire body reeked of alcohol? He grew to be so handsome, why didn't he go be a celebrity?
"Son, I'm your father," the man grinned at Shao Qian, "Daddy made something nice for you to eat, quickly go wash up before coming to eat."
Sigh, his drowsy son looked so adorable. He really wanted to hug and coax him back to sleep, how did he never notice how lovable his son was before?
Other then Ah Yun, his son was definitely the most adorable in the world. But when he thought about his previously dispirited state, the man felt annoyed again. His former self was really a bastard. Even if he were immersed in the pain of losing Ah Yun, how could he neglect his adorable son? He caused his adorable and delicate son to be influenced by other brats.
Shao Qian, upon hearing the man's flamboyant way of speaking, felt goosebumps form all over his body. Who was this man shamelessly acting cute in front of him?
But, when he saw Zhang GuoQiang finding no shame in acting in such way to his son, he suddenly understood something. Yesterday, when he had acted cute to the shopkeeper's wife in hopes for a cheap deal, it had came naturally to him. He couldn't help but sigh emotionally. So this was the greatness of genetics.
Shao Qian stepped back into his room and closed the door with a 'bang!' sound. Yawning, he went to wash up. Ever since he arrived here two days ago, he felt as if his temper had become more irritable. The frequency of him slamming doors shut was rapidly rising.
Zhang GuoQiang didn't get mad when he saw the door being slammed closed. He simply let the hand holding up the spatula fall back to his side, before turning to return to the kitchen. At this moment, Zhang Qing's room opposite of him opened. Both father and daughter faced each other.
When Zhang Qing saw Zhang GuoQiang, she was stunned for a moment before she murmured loudly, "Father."
Zhang GuoQiang nodded towards Zhang Qing. Smiling, he returned the greeting before heading back to the kitchen. Just as he was about to reach the kitchen, he suddenly said, "Eat a good meal. Remember to put your bowl in the sink to soak or else the noodles will dry on the bowl."
Hearing Zhang Guo Qiang's words, Zhang Qing's eyes flashed with anger. Why did he start to leture her the moment he came home?
So what if she doesn't wash the bowl? She was desperately struggling outside to earn money, furthermore, once she returned home, she still needed to cook for that troublemaker to eat. Couldn't that troublemaker help wash the bowl once or twice? Zhang Qing didn't reply, merely returning back into her room. Changing her clothes, she picked up her bag and was about to go out.
"Where are you going?" Zhang GuoQiang peered out of the kitchen, looking at his daughter whose hand was resting on the doorknob, "I made breakfast. Eat first, then you can go."
Zhang Qing immediately opened the door and walked out. She really had enough of this place. No matter what she did, it seemed like it was always wrong. In the end, in her father's heart, she wasn't as good as his darling son, right?
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