Pei Dundun let out a soft “Ah,” feeling a bit like he wanted to ask his dad for help, but his dad was busy working.
He should do it himself.
His eyes lit up with an idea.
“I’ll trade this with you!” Pei Dundun pulled out his precious asset from his bag - a watch.
Dad said this watch was very expensive, it’s Pei Ge’s personal item. If there’s ever a difficult situation, Pei Ge had the right to handle it.
The cat’s owner’s eyes sharpened. She could tell at a glance that this watch was very expensive.
Her husband was about to attend an important meeting. Having this watch could make the other party take her husband more seriously.
At the same time, she also realized that this kid’s family wasn’t short of money. Perhaps the old lady was just a nanny.
She couldn’t refuse this ready-made bargain, nor did she think there was anything wrong with making a deal with the child.
The cat belonged to her. It was worth as much money as she wanted to sell it for. After all, “emotions” were priceless. She was willing to sell it to the child. It was already her charity.
If this child’s parents came looking for it, they could always exchange it back.
But looking at the child, she was sure he wouldn’t want to part with the cat.
Auntie Zhang was stunned, whispering, “Dundun, should we discuss this with Dad?”
Pei Dundun was confident, “It’s okay, Grandma Zhang.”
Auntie Zhang fell silent. Mr. Pei had said that Pei Ge could handle anything by himself.
“Deal.” The cat’s owner snatched the watch away and tossed the leash to Pei Ge.
“I don’t want to sell Kitty! Mommy, don’t sell it!” The naughty child began to cry and scream, but his mother suppressed him and carried him away.
In the face of money, the son’s cries were of no use.
Pei Dundun asked Auntie Zhang to untie the leash, tried his best to lift the cat, but couldn’t pick it up, and ended up sitting on the ground, panting heavily.
“Little ancestor, you’re just a bit heavier than this cat.” Auntie Zhang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. (T/N: Little ancestor (小祖宗) is a slang term in Chinese that is often used to affectionately refer to a child, especially when they display mischievous or playful behavior.)
Following the route, Auntie Zhang took Pei Dundun to the office and used alcohol cotton to disinfect the bump on his forehead.
***
Pei Rong coaxed the drunk Lu Qin to sleep, instructed the outside waitstaff to keep him informed, and when the guarding bodyguard went to the restroom, he quickly opened the door and escaped.
He returned to the office, and as soon as he entered, Pei Dundun excitedly picked up the Western Forest cat, and said, “Dad, look at my cat!”
Though ‘picked up’ might not be the right term. In reality, the Western Forest cat simply placed its front paws on his hands, stood up on its hind legs, and its fluffy body nearly obscured Pei Ge.
The little kid’s hair was messy, with a big bump above his right eyebrow, but he didn’t seem to feel any pain; he was only focused on showing off his newly bought buddy.
Pei Rong had already seen the whole story on WeChat on his way, feeling both angry and heartbroken: “If you could exchange your watch for a thousand of these cats, wouldn’t you regret it?”
Pei Dundun: “But none of them is this one!”
If he didn’t exchange the watch, the cat would be taken away and be bullied!
He’s like a heartless child who would sell his father’s field without remorse.
Pei Rong squatted down and carefully examined his forehead. After being hit by a stone and falling to the ground, a bruise appeared on the swollen area. Pei Rong gently blew on it and asked, “Darling, does it hurt?”
Pei Dundun: “Daddy, it hurts.”
Pei Rong hugged him. “Although daddy said not to fight, you can’t let people bully you. If you can fight back, do it. If you can’t, come find daddy.”
This was a child who had been in trouble before for stopping a group of young people from fighting. He’s definitely not a coward.
“Daddy, it hurts,” Pei Ge repeated.
At first, Pei Rong thought he was crying in pain, but later found out it wasn’t the case.
Pointing at the red mark on his collarbone, Pei Dundun innocently asked, “Did Dad fight too?”
“...”
Pei Rong immediately tightened his collar and said seriously, “Ahem, Daddy disciplined a bad guy.”
Pei Dundun clenched his fists. There were more and more bad people, one after another.
Suddenly, he thought of the bad guy who took away his ice cream and asked his father in a conspiratorial tone, “Is the bad guy called Lu Qin?”
Pei Rong’s cheeks flushed, almost revealing it.
“Not him.”
“There are so many bad guys,” Pei Dundun touched the cat and sighed.
Pei Rong changed the subject. “Well, let’s give the cat a name.”
Pei Ge seemed to naturally attract the cat. The cat sat beside him, its fluffy tail hooked around Pei Ge’s ankle as it looked up and squatted.
Pei Ge patted it, “Hello, Orange.”
Orange licked Pei Ge’s hand.
Pei Rong: “...” So you’re proud of being in jail, huh?
He couldn’t help but tell his son, “Even if the experience at the police station is good, you shouldn’t talk loudly about being in jail.”
Pei Dundun: “I know.”
He spoke softly.
Pei Rong called Manager Zhao and instructed him to have the mother and son move out tonight, saying that there had been complaints about his child injuring people in the garden, and they would never be accommodated again.
T/N: I honestly have no idea what’s the connection between naming the cat ‘Orange’ and Pei Ge being proud of going to jail. Maybe it’s the uniform? ><
