Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 188 The Good-for-Nothing × The Innocent Little Tyrant 27

The fifth brother became even more excited when he heard that it would be another half hour before they reached the service station.

Jiang Yao, who was sitting in the back row holding him, was so angry that he wanted to slap him on the butt.

But looking at the tiny child, I couldn't bear to do it.

"Dad, I want to get out of the car to see the mountains! Look how high the mountains are outside!"

"Grandma, I want to pick the flowers by the roadside! I want to pick flowers!"

I need to pee!

"I don't want to be in the car!"

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The fifth brother kept arguing, and Jiang Yao refused to agree. The fifth brother then rushed to the front and tried to grab the driver's steering wheel, but Ji Xiaosong stopped him. The fifth brother then tried to jump out of the car.

At this point, Ji Xiaosong, who had finally managed to coax the sixth child to sleep, could no longer bear the fifth child's loud cries.

After Lao Liu was woken up and started crying, Ji Xiaosong couldn't hold back any longer.

"Old Wang, pull over to the side of the road."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Amidst the roar of the engine, Ji Xiaosong abruptly slammed the car door open. The sixth child in the car seat was wailing at the top of his lungs, his cries shaking the roof of the car.

She quickly moved to the other side and, even through the car window, could see Jiang Yao's fifth son giggling and clutching his father's tie.

"Make sure you appease Lao Liu!"

Ji Xiaosong suddenly pulled open the car door, grabbed Lao Wu's collar with her five fingers like hooks, and pulled the little dumpling out of Jiang Yao's arms.

The leather seats scraped and squeaked, and Lao Wu's laughter stopped abruptly as his legs kicked wildly in the air.

The car door slammed shut with a "bang," cutting off Lao Liu's cries. Ji Xiaosong grabbed Lao Wu by the collar with one hand and pinned him against the car body, while swinging the other hand around to hit him on the buttocks.

The sound of slaps echoed loudly, and Lao Wu's cries and Jiang Yao's admonitions to "go easy on him" reverberated in the parking lot.

"I'm telling you to get off the bus on the highway!"

With each word he spoke, a heavy slap landed on his face. The fifth brother's cries were choked with sobs. "I'll teach you to kick the car door! I'll teach you to cause trouble every day!"

Jiang Yao was frantically trying to soothe Lao Liu in the car. Through the car window, he could only see Ji Xiaosong's hair flying wildly with her movements. Lao Wu's crying suddenly turned into gasps. Realizing that something was wrong, he was about to get out of the car when he saw Ji Xiaosong suddenly let go.

The chubby boy slumped to the ground like a lump of mud, his face covered in snot and tears.

"Didn't you want to get off the car? I've already stopped it. What do you want to do? Pick flowers? Go ahead and pick them!"

"Mom... hiccup... Mom, I can't pick... hiccup... I can't pick it, can you carry me to pick it?"

Ji Xiaosong was so angry that his head was practically steaming. What does it mean to be unresponsive to beatings and scoldings? That's exactly what Lao Wu is like.

Ji Xiaosong took several deep breaths to calm herself down.

"You're still thinking about picking them? Do you want me to beat you up again?"

The fifth brother slumped on the asphalt road, his snot bubbles trembling with each sob.

He looked up at Ji Xiaosong, whose raised hand suddenly froze in mid-air, and tilted his head as if remembering something, asking:

"Mom, will you stop hitting me if I pick the flowers? I'll pick them then. I've already gotten off the bus, and I've already been hit. It's not worth it if I don't pick the flowers before I go back."

Upon hearing this, Ji Xiaosong was momentarily at a loss for words.

Fortunately, she was in good health and didn't have any heart disease, otherwise she really felt that if she took care of her fifth child for a few more years, she would not live much longer.

"Don't you dare pick any more!"

Ji Xiaosong grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him into the car. "If you dare to cause trouble and get out of the car on the highway again, I'll have your dad dump you at a service area to sell ice cream!"

The fifth child suddenly clung tightly to the car door frame, tears still glistening in his round eyes: "Will... will the ice cream lady give me a cone?"

Ji Xiaosong almost laughed out of anger, and gently slapped his bottom with her raised hand: "Dream on! You'll stay there wiping tables for others, and you're not allowed to eat until you've wiped them clean!"

The fifth child, pouting, was stuffed into the child seat, then suddenly seemed to remember something and clung to the car window, shouting, "Mommy, Mommy! When we get to the service area, can we buy ice cream cones?"

Jiang Yao was trying not to laugh as he changed Lao Liu's diaper in the back seat. Ji Xiaosong saw Lao Wu wiping his snot on the car window and drawing circles in the rearview mirror. She was neither angry nor amused.

As the car rejoined traffic, the fifth child suddenly came from the back seat with a sweet, childish promise: "Mommy, I'll sit still and be a good girl. I want two ice cream cones later!"

At this moment, Ji Xiaosong had to convince himself again, "He's my own son! He's my own son!"

Such things happened frequently during Lao Wu's childhood.

When the fifth child started primary school, he developed a severe imbalance in his academic performance.

They consistently rank first in mathematics, getting a perfect score is the norm, and losing even one point is considered an underperformance.

However, his Chinese language score was abysmal.

Reading comprehension, in particular, is a disaster zone!

Q: Why do snails carry a shell on their backs?

The fifth brother's answer: "Because snails are too poor to afford houses."

Question: "Why doesn't the earthworm carry its shell on its back?"

The fifth child's answer: "Because earthworms have their own soil, they can build houses."

Q: "What are the benefits of 'cooking books'? How do you think we should do it?"

The fifth brother's answer: "The advantage of boiling books is that it's simple to do; you only need to add water. We should remember to add salt while boiling."

Question: "During the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a boy named Huang Xiang who lost his mother at a young age... After reading Huang Xiang's story, what should you learn from him?"

The fifth brother's answer: "Learn from him; his mother died when he was young."

Q: "Why do geese fly south in the autumn?"

The fifth child's answer: "Because it's too slow to walk."

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Knowing her child's destructive tendencies, Ji Xiaosong never dared to tell his teachers at school about her family information.

As for himself, he dared not appear in front of the teachers, for fear that they would recognize him.

The Chinese teacher talks to Ji Xiaosong every day. Today it's because her composition is a mess, tomorrow it's because she can't answer a single reading comprehension question, and the day after tomorrow it's because she makes a lot of mistakes in pinyin and character recognition.

He was provided with all the necessary tutors, but they were of no use whatsoever.

Seeing Ji Xiaosong and Jiang Yao's helplessness in front of the fifth brother, the eldest, second, third, and fourth brothers couldn't help but sigh.

"Mom, if it really doesn't work out, let's just leave the fifth one like this. As long as he's happy, that's all that matters. Anyway, it's not like we can't afford to raise another little brother."

The eldest brother patted Ji Xiaosong's hand like a little adult, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but not knowing what to say.

The second child suddenly jumped up from the sofa and slammed his homework on the coffee table: "Mom, look, even though the fifth child's Chinese is terrible, his math homework is 100% correct!"

Ji Xiaosong looked at her second brother's awkward attempt at comforting her and forced a smile.

"That's also one of his strengths."

"Yes, Mom, no one is perfect, and not everyone is as carefree as our four older brothers. My younger brother is just still small; he'll be fine when he grows up."

The third brother pushed up his non-existent glasses, then, like a little adult, rested his chin on his hand in deep thought: "I've looked it up. Some scientists abroad didn't speak fluently when they were young. The fifth brother just uses all his brain cells on mathematical thinking. Maybe his brain is structured like... like a quantum computer, the kind that liberal arts students can't understand!"

Well, they've even brought up quantum computers now. To comfort people, they don't even need to make things up anymore; it's all blatant nonsense.

The fourth brother suddenly pulled a handful of chocolates from the snack bag and stuffed them into Ji Xiaosong's hand: "Mom, don't worry! The fifth brother likes to take things apart, right? Once he learns pinyin, I'll teach him to assemble a computer motherboard! If he gets stuck while writing an essay, so be it. If it really doesn't work, we can just hand these things over to our subordinates in the future."

The eldest brother quickly covered the fourth brother's mouth: "You'd better shut your mouth!"