Chapter 726: Cultivating an Heir

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Sheng Zichen knocked on the door: "Sister, come out and play!"

Shi Ran: "Get lost!"

Sheng Zichen:...

The little guy turned in a circle, waited another two seconds, and continued knocking: "Sister, come out and play, I've already gotten lost."

Shi Ran: "I'm doing my homework, don't disturb me."

Sheng Zichen was carried away by Shi Youxuan.

She carried him straight into the Study, pressed him onto the sofa, and handed him a comic book: "You stay here and keep your father company; you are not allowed to go and bother your sister."

Shi Youxuan knew that since Qi Heng had left, Shi Ran was feeling upset; she might even be crying in her room right now.

The little guy didn't understand, but the adults had to be sensible and leave Shi Ran some private space.

If she were an ordinary child, she wouldn't need to do this, but Shi Ran was different from ordinary children.

This child appeared happy-go-lucky on the surface, but she was very deep.

Some things couldn't be talked through; they needed to be digested slowly on one's own, or treasured!

These two children had completely different personalities; Shi Ran was worry-free and sensible on the surface, never needing adults to fret over anything.

But a child with this kind of personality easily hid things in her heart and wouldn't confide in others, not even those closest to her, so she needed to be given extra love.

Sheng Zichen appeared muddled on the surface, acting cute and looking harmless to humans and animals alike.

But this child was too crafty and wouldn't easily suffer a loss.

Sheng Zichen couldn't sit still after three minutes on the sofa, his bottom starting to wiggle back and forth.

His father sat behind the desk, focused on his documents, while his mother sat opposite him scrolling through her phone!

His mother was even less able to sit still than him and soon stood up to leave.

"Mom, I'm leaving too."

The little guy had just slid off the sofa when he was carried back by his mother.

"You sit still, you aren't allowed to go anywhere. From now on, play in the Study when you have nothing to do, be good!"

Sheng Zichen:...

"No, I don't want to."

The Study had nothing but books and documents, plus a stern father!

It wasn't fun at all, and he didn't want to stay here.

So he protested immediately, without even a moment's hesitation.

But what he said didn't count; the protest failed!

His mother went out, left him behind, and even thoughtfully closed the door.

He was short and couldn't reach the doorknob, so he looked for a stool.

There wasn't one.

Small stools, which could be seen almost everywhere in every other room, were surprisingly absent from the Study.

So, he jumped up to grab the doorknob!

Once, twice...

His father's stern voice sounded from behind him: "Sheng Zichen, what are you doing?"

The little guy shuddered and nearly fell over.

In this home, the only person he was afraid of was his father.

His grandparents were kind, and although his mother often put on a fierce face and would even hit him sometimes, he wasn't afraid of his mother; he was afraid of his father.

He turned around, his little face looking pitiful and miserable: "I want to go out..."

His father was expressionless: "What do you want to go out for?"

The little guy said: "It's almost time for dinner, I'm going out to wash my hands."

Sheng Hanyu:...

It hadn't even been an hour since they finished lunch, and he was already thinking about dinner.

Sheng Hanyu: "It's still early for dinner, no rush."

He pointed at the sofa and told his son: "Sit down and look at the picture magazine, sit for a full half hour, otherwise you won't be eating dinner."

Sheng Zichen:...

Of all things, food was the most important.

He didn't dare to negotiate and obediently went back to sit down.

Not daring to slip away, he started asking: "Dad, what time is it?"

"Dad, has the half hour passed yet?"

"Dad, time is going so slowly..."

"Dad..."

"Shut up!"

Sheng Hanyu slammed the document onto the table and roared at his son.

The little guy shut his mouth, but he felt wronged, so he started to sob and cry.

At times like this, a single ice cream cone could coax him into being good.

Sheng Hanyu knew his son's weakness, but he didn't intend to let him succeed; loving to eat wasn't a flaw, but loving to eat too much definitely was.

"No crying, hold it back."

Sheng Zichen was his only son and was to be raised as his Heir; so that his son wouldn't turn Dingsheng Group into a restaurant chain when he grew up, he decided to start cultivating other habits and interests in his son from now on.

"Wah—"

"Sob sob sob..."

"Ahhhhhh—"

Sheng Hanyu's command was ineffective.

Not only did his son not hold it back, he started to wail, and within a moment, he was howling.

He cried miserably, his howling sound echoing "buzzing" in the Study.

Sheng Hanyu ignored him, continuing to look at his documents as if he couldn't hear a thing!

The little guy: "Ahhhhhh... I'm hungry!"

Dad had no reaction.

The little guy: "Sob sob sob, Grandma, save me..."

Dad still had no reaction.

Of course, Grandma didn't come to "save" him either.

Grandma couldn't hear his crying; the soundproofing of the Study was designed like that of a recording studio.

Ten minutes later.

The sound of crying was a little quieter, but Sheng Hanyu's eyelids didn't leave the documents.

Half an hour later.

The crying was even quieter.

Sheng Zichen was tired of crying; he hadn't expected that crying was also hard labor.

Now he was not only tired, but also hungry!

Truly hungry.

Both thirsty and hungry.

"Wuwu, Dad, I'm hungry..."

The little guy was aggrieved, holding his stomach with both hands.

Sheng Hanyu didn't say he agreed to let him go out to eat, but he didn't say he disagreed either.

He gave an irrelevant answer, saying to his son: "Forgot to tell you, this room is very well soundproofed. Even if you cry until your throat breaks, the outside won't hear a sound. Do you want to try again?"

Huh?

Sheng Zichen immediately stopped.

Tears were still on his chubby little face, but he wasn't crying anymore.

"Really?"

Dad: "You can try, I have no objections."

The little guy decided not to try.

He wasn't a fool.

If the outside could hear, Grandma would have come over long ago.

Should have said so earlier; he cried for nothing for so long.

"Thirsty, want to drink water."

Dad glanced at the water cup on the table with the corner of his eye: "Get it yourself."

"Baobao can't reach it, the table is too high."

"Then stay thirsty."

Sheng Zichen:...

Finally.

He climbed onto the chair and drank the water.

This was the first thing Sheng Zichen learned in the Study—do your own things yourself, don't count on others!

The second thing he learned—if it's not mealtime, you have to endure it even if you're hungry.

It felt as long as a century.

Sheng Zichen was finally allowed to leave the Study, and the little guy cried as soon as he went out!

"Wah—"

"Grandma, Grandma, Dad is bullying me..." All his grievances erupted at this moment.

The little guy went to find his elders to seek protection; his plan was well-calculated, and Grandma and Grandma really felt sorry for him, but it was useless.

The elders took turns pleading for him, but Sheng Zichen was still required to go to the Study after dinner.

"Not going, I'm not going."

The little guy shook his head like a rattle-drum, firmly refusing.

Wang Yinghao's heart softened, and she wanted to continue pleading for her grandson.

"Hanyu..."

Just as she started, she met her son's firm gaze, and the rest of her words could only be swallowed back into her stomach.

Xiao Ya's heart was even softer, but she was also more afraid.

After all, her status was what it was; although Sheng Zichen called her Grandma, there was no blood relation, so she considered herself a servant of the Sheng Family.

Thus, the two of them watched helplessly as Sheng Zichen threw a tantrum and cried pitifully in front of them.

The two of them wiped away tears and left.

They couldn't watch; they couldn't bear to see it.

In this PK, Sheng Zichen lost.

Because the thought of having to go to the Study—that boring place—after eating directly caused the little guy to lose his appetite.

He didn't even eat much.

Shi Ran didn't eat much either; she was absent-minded and didn't even notice that her younger brother was unhappy!