The most foolish in the world

Chapter 62

Thinking about the "lesson" she was going to give him tonight, her eyes lit up, and she could no longer hide the smile on her lips.

"Alright, alright." The little girl finally stopped crying. Fan Qingbo pulled Pidan over and said, "Quickly apologize to Xiaoya."

Pidan reluctantly shuffled over, humming, "I'm sorry, you idiot."

The little girl's eyes immediately welled up with tears again. "You, you're the idiot! I, I didn't say anything wrong! You clearly don't have a father!"

Fan Qingbo looked at Pidan with some concern, only to see that he still didn't look injured at all. He pouted, arrogantly keeping his head up, and said disdainfully, "You don't believe me when I say you're stupid. Who said I don't have a father? You don't even remember the poems the teacher taught you, do you?"

Even the scholar became curious and finally shifted his gaze away from his wife.

Pi Dan coughed twice, then shook his head and recited in a seemingly serious manner: "The willow catkins on the branches are blown away, and there is no father anywhere in the world!"

puff--

Fan Qingbo scoffed.

Receiving his wife's teasing gaze, the scholar's lips twitched, and he looked back with a serious and firm expression, "I absolutely did not teach you that!"

Pidan frowned, thought for a moment and then gave up, curling his lip indifferently, "It doesn't matter, either Master Fu or Boss Fan taught them."

Fan Qingbo's smile froze, and he coughed repeatedly under the scholar's silent gaze. "Ahem, although, ah, this does indeed sound like my style... but I swear, I really never taught it like that! It must have been Pidan, a genius, who came up with this sentence on his own through inference and application!"

Just as the two were scrambling to distance themselves and deny ever having taught the preserved egg the poem, a wild, arrogant laugh rang out from above. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure dressed in red, swaggering and unrestrained, standing against the wall. Despite the deepening autumn chill, the person was still waving a paper fan, exuding an air of nonchalance, their sleeves radiating a flamboyant, almost flamboyant, aura. Who was this person? The answer was obvious—

"Brother Jin?"

"Golden worm/worm?"

Shu and Fan spoke in unison, but it was no match for Pidan's subsequent shout—"Cheap dad!!!"

What the hell is this plot twist?! Shu and Fan were instantly struck dumb, petrified on the spot.

The culprit, the painter Jin, was completely unaware of the shock his appearance caused. He tossed his long hair, jumped down from the wall with an air of swagger, hugged the running Pidan, and said with a smile, "Oh, isn't this my adopted son? Be good, your adopted father has important business to attend to."

Saying this, she put down the preserved egg and walked straight towards Fan Qingbo, her peach blossom eyes locking onto her affectionately, "Sister—"

*Slap!* The scholar reacted quickly, slapping away the hands that were trying to grab his wife's.

Fan Qingbo also came to his senses, shaking off the goosebumps on the ground with a look of disgust, and subconsciously snuggled up next to the scholar. Meeting the suddenly injured and resentful gaze of the painter, the couple said in unison again: "Young master, please have some self-respect."

43. The Education of Love (Part 2)

"I can hardly believe it, I've finally found my true love!" the painter said dreamily in the side hall.

"Cough cough." Fan Qingbo spat out half a mouthful of tea. No one would believe such words coming from the mouth of a stallion like you!

She raised the back of her hand to wipe the tea stains from the corner of her mouth, but the scholar stopped her. He took out a plain handkerchief from his sleeve and gently wiped her mouth. In her previous life, seeing a man use a handkerchief would have made Fan Qingbo secretly scoff at him as "effeminate" or "pretentious." But now, watching his natural gesture, she couldn't help but find it elegant and pleasing to the eye.

Lost in thought for a moment, she remembered there was another outsider in the hall. Surprisingly, the painter, despite having the chance, didn't tease her. Looking up, she saw he was still maintaining his dreamy expression. She recalled how Pidan had addressed him before, "Your true love, it wouldn't be Fifth Sister, would it?!"

"Who else could it be?" The painter Jin asked, his face beaming and his eyes sparkling with flirtatious charm.

"Oh?" Fan Qingbo raised an eyebrow. "I thought you liked my handsome brother."

"How could you think of that! He's a man!" The painter Kim always became particularly agitated when the only stain on his life was mentioned.

"Isn't that right? You fell in love with the handsome man at first sight, then discovered he wasn't a woman disguised as a man. Unable to accept that you'd fallen for a man, you cleverly transformed that feeling into hostility. Then you intensified your pursuit of women, trying to forget his shadow, as if that would prove you were 'normal.' But after all that, you ultimately couldn't overcome your own heart. So be it, surrender, admit that beneath your seemingly flirtatious exterior, he was the only true love in your heart..."

As the painter listened to Fan Qingbo's vivid description, his handsome face twitched uncontrollably. He couldn't help but turn to the scholar who was listening intently, "Brother Qinzhi, quickly tie your wife up and don't let her out."

The scholar was taken aback. Meeting his angry gaze, his eyes gradually softened into compassion, filled with mercy. "No one is without grievances, and all affection is a curse. Indeed, it is so. I never knew that someone as free and unrestrained as Brother Jin could harbor such unspeakable feelings..."

"You're so devoted to your father! Fan Qingbo, tie your husband up properly!" The painter Jin went berserk.

Fan Qingbo burst into laughter, "You want him to tie me up, and I'll tie him up? Then what are you here for?"

The painter finally remembered his original intention and quickly pulled up a chair to sit in front of her. "I'd like to say, Miss Fan—"

“Madam Shu,” the scholar interjected coldly.

The painter's heartfelt thoughts were nipped in the bud. Seeing the scholar's displeasure, he quickly realized why and said with a smile, "Brother Qinzhi, don't worry. Sister Fan only likes virgins, and I have no interest in women who only like virgins."

Upon hearing this, both Shu Fan and his companion's expressions changed.

—My wife, you really are a pedophile!

—My husband, do you think the evening lessons aren't lively, engaging, or interesting enough?

"I was wrong. Today is a fine autumn day, not a good time to kill. My wife, please don't act impulsively..."