Chapter 491: The Little Ancestor Who Sleeps Standing

Once she came to her senses, the sweet simpleton panicked, at a loss, afraid Lin Dongfan wouldn't believe her explanation.

Before Lin Dongfan could speak.

She hurriedly pulled out her phone to prove her innocence: "Honey, if you don't believe me, I'll call him right now, on speakerphone."

"Forget it."

Seeing this, Lin Dongfan was speechless, still speechless.

Seeing her slow‑witted reaction, you know this red apricot of hers would never go out to drink spring dew even if it withered in the courtyard.

Because she simply doesn't have those chaotic thoughts in her mind.

Lin Dongfan took her phone, tossed it aside, leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette: "Just now I thought you were secretly deleting messages behind my back, it gave me a fright."

"Who secretly deleted? I deleted it openly, okay?"

Chu Lingxi was obviously still worried Lin Dongfan wouldn't believe her.

She anxiously explained:

"His name is Xu Jijun, a native‑born son of a prestigious compound in Jingcheng."

Not long ago, I accompanied my grandfather to the veterans' activity center, happened to meet him, and his grandfather fought alongside my grandfather.

He asked for my phone number.

Afterwards he would send me messages every few days and even invite me to eat.

At first I didn't think much of it, feeling it would be rude to refuse, so I went. Later he invited me a few more times, I sensed something off, so I didn't go.

Really, I'm not lying to you.

I swear to heaven, if I'm lying, then……

Chu Lingxi raised three fingers, but before she could utter the venomous oath, Lin Dongfan covered her mouth and chuckled, comforting: "I believe you already, no need to panic."

"Mmm…… you scared me……"

Chu Lingxi's eyes filled with wronged tears; she cried, then laughed through tears, swiftly flipped over and pinned Lin Dongfan: "I don't care, I want to collect homework……"

"Watch the cigarette butt, don't get burned."

Lin Dongfan reached out and placed the half‑smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

About Xu Jijun!

Lin Dongfan wasn't unfamiliar with that name; back when he studied at Jianglan Zhengfa University, a rich second‑generation once took him racing.

That rich second‑generation was Xu Jijun, a decent guy who never toyed with women.

Back then I only knew Xu Jijun's family was wealthy; I never dug into the exact background, and I didn't know whether the aristocratic young master Chu Lingxi mentioned was actually my old classmate.

After graduation we lost touch; I don't even have his phone number.

Lin Dongfan was thinking of calling Yang Qing to have him check on that old classmate's situation. Before he could dial, the sweet simpleton had already climbed aboard.

In an instant, Lin Dongfan's legs twitched, feeling his nerves about to snap.

That call won't happen; tonight I'm destined to toil like an ox and horse, plowing the field left fallow for half a year. Suddenly a knocking came from outside: Lin Fuxing shouting, "Mom, my sister bit my toy again."

The two people inside acted like deaf men, pretending not to hear.

They worked on, oblivious.

Soon after, Xiao Zhao Xia's whimpering cries came from outside, the kind of loud wailing that showed she'd clearly been hit by her brother Lin Fuxing.

The people inside still pretended not to hear.

Half an hour later.

When Lin Dongfan pulled up his pants and went out to check, he saw the once tidy hall turned into a chaotic battlefield, with things strewn everywhere.

Lin Zhao Xia was probably cried out, so she stopped crying.

She sat on the floor playing with toilet paper, tearing open more than ten rolls and scattering them everywhere. The LCD TV screen was also broken—half still showing cartoons, half black.

The impact marks on the screen were clear.

Before Lin Dongfan could ask who smashed the TV, Lin Fuxing, holding a plastic toy hammer, pointed at Lin Zhao Xia sitting on the floor and tattled: "Dad, I didn't smash the TV, my sister did."

"I don't believe you, you little devil."

Lin Dongfan couldn't be bothered to scold this little liar.

He stepped forward, snatched the toilet paper from Lin Zhao Xia's hands, held her up and pinched her mouth to check: "Did you eat the paper? You silly little padded jacket, you stuff anything into your mouth."

"I told you—once she's cried out, she won't cry anymore, no need to coax." Chu Lingxi, her face flushed peach‑red, walked over, smiling like a wisdom goddess.

She then turned her gaze to Lin Fuxing.

She pointed at the corner and ordered: "You, Lin Fuxing! Though small, you tell big lies—go stand facing the wall over there."

Lin Fuxing immediately ran to Lin Dongfan's back, tightly hugging his thigh, timidly guarding against the fearsome mother: "Dad, Mom wants to beat me."

"Smashing the TV is trivial, but framing your sister shows a character flaw—you deserve a beating." Lin Dongfan sternly ordered: "Hurry up and apologize to your mom."

"Mom won't get up in the morning, my sister and I are starving. Grandma even said she deserves a beating—why don't you hit her?" Lin Fuxing still clung to Lin Dongfan's leg, eyes fixed on Chu Lingxi's every move, highly alert; though only over three, he had a ready repertoire of excuses.

Chu Lingxi picked up the coat hanger from the sofa.

She pointed at Lin Fuxing and warned: "You little brat, your grandma isn't here, so telling on you to anyone is useless. Will you go face the wall on your own, or shall I strike you twice and then send you?"

"If you hit me, I'll call Grandma."

The little tyke is stubborn by nature, refusing to yield no matter what.

The result was successfully sweet‑simpleton's anger: "You're asking for a whipping!" In the next second she grabbed him with one hand and lashed him twice with the coat hanger.

The little tyke's bottom trembled from the lashing; he couldn't last two seconds before bursting into loud wails.

"Stand straight!"

Chu Lingxi hauled the little tyke to the wall and forced him into a military stance, facing the wall.

Lin Dongfan watched the wailing little brat with interest and remarked: "Kids brought up by the old man really are different—bold as heaven, can't tell who's the big or little king."

Chu Lingxi was still a bit timid, afraid the little tyke would really call to tattle, so she turned and hid the special phone that Junlan Shen had bought for him.

The Lin family elder won't scold Chu Lingxi.

But Mother Shen Junlan really won't indulge her; she might even fly overnight to give her an ideological education lesson.

The little rascal Lin Fuxing is also a real oddball.

He stood facing the wall, crying until he lost his voice, his head drooping, motionless. Lin Dongfan put down the daughter in his arms, went over to look, and exclaimed, "Good grief, what a talent!"

He can fall asleep even while standing.

Lin Dongfan carried him into the bedroom and carefully tucked him in with the blanket.

At that moment, Chu Lingxi's voice came from the living room again: "Your daughter is asleep too; take her inside."

"Coming."

After settling the two little brats, it was already eleven at night.

Chu Lingxi was still tidying the living room. Tomorrow she has to stay at the grandfather's place, so the house needs to be cleaned up. Otherwise, during the New Year, if her mother-in-law comes over and sees this mess, she'll scold it as a pigsty.

Lin Dongfan propped his legs on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and said, "That little brat can fall asleep even while standing; is he always like that?"

"It's all taught by the grandfather." Chu Lingxi, also speechless about this, added, "The grandfather says a man should stand like a pine, sit like a bell; as long as he remains unmoving, being able to fall asleep is also a skill."

Lin Dongfan laughed, "Never let the grandfather educate little Zhao Xia; a girl taught by him will likely end up like my aunt, unable to get married."