Chapter 388 Returning to My Parents’ Home (12)

Chapter 388: Returning to the Maternal Home (12)

How to put it?

Let me put it this way.

In both her lives, Su Taotao had never experienced such an awkward situation.

Although Chenchen was merely stating facts and not intentionally speaking ill of anyone, it still hit a nerve. Just moments after being told not to hurt another child's self-esteem, he had completely shattered it.

Big Brother Su was so furious that he paced around the room three times with his hands on his hips. Each time he passed Chenchen, he pointed a trembling finger at him, too speechless to say anything before turning away again.

If Chenchen had been any more timid, he might have been scared out of his wits.

When it came to looks, family background, talent, or ability… Qin Rouran never felt she was inferior to Su Taotao.

But when it came to husbands and children…

Qin Rouran felt she had lost miserably.

She was willful and sharp-tongued, but this time, the fault wasn’t on her side. Her son was just… slow. What could she do? Was she not even allowed to acknowledge it?

After comforting her son, Qin Rouran gave Chenchen a tight-lipped smile. "Since Chenchen is so smart, why not play a game of chess with your aunt? Show me what you're made of."

Chenchen, nestled in his father’s arms, was looking glum. He had already apologized to his little cousin, saying he didn’t mean to say he was dumb and that he wouldn’t say it again.

But his cousin would only forgive him if Chenchen gave him the Rubik's Cube.

Of course, Chenchen didn’t want to!

The Rubik's Cube was a gift from Uncle Shu, and it was also the tool he used to compete with his dad. He still hadn’t beaten his father yet—how could he just give it away?

His cousin cried even harder.

Chenchen pouted, fighting back tears himself. "If I win against you, Auntie, will you make Qiqi return my Rubik's Cube? It was a birthday present from Uncle Shu, and I can't give it away."

Mrs. Su's heart broke. "It’s Chenchen’s in the first place. Qiqi can play with it for a bit and then give it back!"

Su Siqi shook his head vigorously, tears and mucus streaking his face as he clutched the Rubik's Cube behind his back, refusing to return it.

Fu Zhengtu and Fu Yuanhang were guests, so they couldn’t say anything.

Chenchen was such a well-behaved and clever child—he'd never been treated this way before. Seeing him like this made both of them uncomfortable.

Su Wenhan wanted to snatch it back. "Look at you, little crybaby! If you want one, ask your parents to buy it for you. What’s the point of taking your cousin’s toy? Give it back to Chenchen!"

Su Siqi stiffened his neck defiantly. "You can’t buy it! And I’m not dumb! I can match the colors!"

Su Siqi was a little slow and somewhat spoiled, but he wasn’t being malicious. He was just upset that Chenchen had said he was dumb behind his back and wanted to prove he wasn’t.

"Fine!" Qin Rouran said. "I’ll play a game of chess with you. If you lose, you give that cube to Qiqi. I’ll give you a big red envelope and another gift. Deal?"

Qin Rouran wasn’t trying to take Chenchen’s toy without compensation. It was indeed unfair to pick on a child like this, but it made her furious—her son might be slow, but only she could say so! No one else!

Today, she was determined to take this cocky little kid down a peg and teach him that there were people better than him out there.

"Hah! Like Chenchen cares about your red envelope or gifts. How old are you? How old is he?" Su Wenhan scoffed. "Everyone knows Old Qin is a chess master. You learned from him—have you no shame picking on a child like this?"

To be honest, Su Wenhan and Qin Rouran had been classmates from middle school to high school. Although he had always looked down on her, he had to admit that Qin Rouran was an exceptional chess player—no matter what game they played, she was practically unbeatable.

At least among the classmates he knew, she was unmatched.

As for Chenchen, the child was indeed smart, ahead of other kids his age, but he was only three years old. Su Wenhan had only played one game with him and couldn’t really tell how good he was.

From the previous match, it seemed to him that Chenchen had just moved pieces however he felt, with no real plan. He couldn’t tell whether it was luck or genuine ability.

"Su Wenhan, why are you butting in? His parents haven’t said a word—what right does an uncle in name only like you have to speak up? Chenchen is your nephew, but isn’t Qiqi your nephew too?"

Su Wenhan really wanted to say no—that whiny kid didn't take after the Su family at all.

But he held back.

Qin Rouran glanced at Fu Zhengtu before turning to Su Taotao, her sweet smile dripping with challenge:

"Sure, I'm picking on a kid, but you gossiping about my son behind his back isn’t any better. I’m not taking advantage of you—so, you in or not?"

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