Me at two years old, a queen!

An'an looked at Zhuangzhuang blankly, pointed to herself, rubbed her cheeks, and asked uncertainly, "Am I going to die? Why?"

"Waaah~, I don't want you to die~, how could you just die like that?"

An'an looked at Zhuangzhuang, who was crying his heart out while clinging to her, and was a little dazed. She was also feeling uncomfortable from being choked. An'an raised her hand and pushed Zhuangzhuang, but found him as immovable as a mountain. She immediately became somewhat annoyed and called out:

"Daddy~, Daddy?"

"Lu Junxing!"

Lu Junxing and Wang Jinbao, who were picking peaches, heard this. Lu Junxing remained calm and showed no reaction, but Wang Jinbao, hearing An'an's practiced call, teased with an ambiguous meaning:

"I didn't expect that An'an calls you by your full name at home! What's your family saying these days? Is calling someone by their name more trendy? Maybe I should let that brat call me that too?"

As Wang Jinbao thought about how his mischievous son might dare to call him by his full name, he felt his belt practically throb with rage, and he quickly added, trying to salvage the situation:

"Hey~, we're all Chinese, what's the point of having all that foreign stuff! The old tradition of respecting teachers and elders is much more important, it just looks more classy!"

Lu Junxing ignored him, wiped his hands, and walked over to free An'an from Zhuangzhuang's grasp. An'an breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest reassuringly like a little adult: "Ouch~, you're strangling me!"

Then, adjusting her hat, she looked at Zhuangzhuang, whose face was covered in snot from crying, and reached out her little hand before pulling it back: "Don't cry, Zhuangzhuang, you look a little ugly like this~"

"Really? Waaah~"

Zhuangzhuang dodged Wang Jinbao's hand, which was reaching for his clothes to wipe his nose, and wiped his face with his own sleeve, saying in disbelief, "Is it really that ugly? Then I won't cry anymore!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but burp, and a snot bubble even popped out of his nose. Zhuangzhuang couldn't resist and reached out to poke it: "Hehe~, An'an, this is really fun, do you want to poke it?"

An'an quickly shook her head and took a few steps back. She didn't say anything; she was a little disgusted by Zhuangzhuang's behavior. But she was afraid Zhuangzhuang would cry again, so she turned away, unable to bear looking at him, and stamped her foot anxiously.

"Hey~, hurry up and wipe your nose!"

An'an suddenly thought of her past tears. Could it be like Zhuangzhuang's? Could it be that she used to be so mean to Zhuangzhuang?

An An looked at Lu Junxing, about to ask him a question, but then felt awkward and didn't know how to start.

Lu Junxing noticed that the troublesome girl was secretly watching him without saying anything, and he worried that Zhuangzhuang might have pulled on her.

After handing the tissues he had to Zhuangzhuang, Lu Junxing, still feeling uneasy, pulled An'an over and checked her over as well.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

An'an shook her head, thinking that she'd rather cry in front of the mirror in the future. Then she'd know for sure, and she wouldn't cry as messily as Zhuangzhuang.

"No, I want a small mirror! Will you buy it for me?"

Lu Junxing had no idea what she was up to all of a sudden. It was just a mirror, so he nodded and agreed to her small request.

Wang Jinbao's good mood was almost completely ruined by Zhuangzhuang's antics. He grabbed the child by the ear and asked, "What kind of trouble are you causing? Crying like this, anyone who doesn't know better would think your father is dead!"

It would have been better if I hadn't said anything, because Zhuangzhuang was about to cry again. He had only wailed twice when he remembered An'an saying that he cried ugly, so he forced himself to hold it back: "Waaah~, An'an~, do I look ugly crying now?"

An'an leaned closer, looked at it carefully, nodded, then shook her head: "I don't know~"

Zhuangzhuang immediately got excited upon hearing this; he was the coolest kid in kindergarten: "How could you not know? Look again carefully!!"

"But you're not crying, so people just don't know~"

"Then...then I'll cry for you right now?"

After Zhuangzhuang finished speaking, he was about to put on a crying performance. He had just opened his mouth wide, but before he could make a sound, Wang Jinbao covered his mouth:

"Sometimes I really wonder if I gave birth to the wrong baby!"

Lu Junxing, however, had grown accustomed to children's unpredictable thinking and calmly said, "The probability is low!"

After all, this father and son not only have similar cat-raising habits, but their body sizes are also like proportionally enlarged versions of each other.

"Sigh~, I had my DNA tested, and there was definitely no mix-up at birth. I'm still quite disappointed!"

Upon hearing this, even Lu Junxing was at a loss for words. He couldn't very well leave the child without any regrets, so he turned to the two children and asked, "What were you two doing just now? Why were you crying like that all of a sudden!"

"Yeah~, Zhuangzhuang, why should I die? I don't want to die! I'm so powerful~"

An'an knew that once she died, it was over. She wouldn't just die like that. She was the queen, the most powerful one!

Remembering what had just happened, Zhuangzhuang, disregarding the fact that the person in front of him was An'an's father, whom he had always been afraid of and who was usually stern, immediately grabbed Lu Junxing and burst into tears:

"Waaah~, An'an's dad~, please save An'an! An'an just vomited blood, she's been vomiting several times, I saw it!"

Lu Junxing remembered that the troublemaker had only spat out saliva, not blood. He immediately pried open An'an's mouth and looked inside, worried that the child's oral cavity might be torn. He checked several times before feeling relieved.

An'an then realized the misunderstanding and opened her mouth to show Zhuangzhuang: "Ugh~, uh... look, I don't have... spitting blood!"

Seeing the troublesome child drooling, Lu Junxing took out the last two tissues he had and wiped the child's chin. Worried that if the fuss continued, he might have to take off his clothes to wipe the child himself.