Mr. Jiu, as usual... drinking tea, playing chess, fishing, and walking birds. Oh, recently he’s picked up another hobby—training the White Lion.
"Come on, Xiao Bai, roll over!"
The White Lion lay there lifelessly, rolled over with a weak effort, and whimpered. The majestic Lion King has been reduced to selling cuteness for survival—what a disgrace!
But mainly, this human in front of it is simply too terrifying!
"Come on, jump through the fire ring."
Old Third had the servants place a flaming hoop in front of it...
Uncle could endure it, but Aunt couldn’t either!
The White Lion let out a mighty roar and lunged at Mr. Jiu. Just as its sharp teeth were about to clamp down on his head...
He slapped its head with a single palm. It was... sent straight to the ground!!!
Whimpering, it hurt so bad, hurt so bad, hurt so bad—it felt like its head was about to split open. Mr. Jiu stood before it, squinting slightly, and said softly:
"Still disobedient? Old Third, trim its claws for me. If it keeps misbehaving, cut off its tail."
It obediently slumped on the ground, not daring to make a sound or move recklessly, and let out a small, pitiful meow to sell some more cuteness.
This scary human—it really doesn’t dare to act out anymore! Official source is novel·fire.net
At this moment, Old Third respectfully handed over a phone:
"Mr. Jiu, it’s a video call from the young miss."
Mr. Jiu’s originally fierce expression instantly softened. He took the phone and pressed the answer button.
Qin Miaomiao’s face popped up immediately on the phone screen. Ooh ooh ooh, Little Jin’er in his family looks even fairer and softer again. Seems like she’s been taken good care of—the pearl powder sent last time really produced results. He’d have to send over some more.
"Ninth Uncle, where’s Xiao Bai?"
Mr. Jiu... instantly switched his expression, letting out a cold snort: "Little Jin’er, do you miss me, or do you miss Xiao Bai?"
Could she speak the truth? Absolutely not!
She’d end up on the blacklist. It already happened once before; Ninth Uncle has quite the small temper. He’s just like the jealousy king, Lu Qing.
She squinted her eyes and smiled, revealing her shiny white teeth, dimples faintly visible as she said ingratiatingly:
"Of course I miss you! Xiao Bai is just incidental. Is he behaving? Has he made you angry?"
Ninth Uncle felt comforted, if only slightly.
"With your training, he must be obedient! Ninth Uncle, I’m filming right now, but I’ll come visit you in a few days, okay? Oh, by the way, I asked someone to buy an inkstone for you. You like writing calligraphy and painting, don’t you? They said this one’s really good—it should arrive tomorrow."
"Ah, and I also asked someone to get a few ounces of premium Da Hong Pao tea. That stuff is more expensive than gold—it should arrive in a couple of days. You can drink it first."
She rambled on, telling him all sorts of things, and Mr. Jiu listened as the corners of his mouth gradually lifted. Truly, she was like a little padded jacket—so considerate, always knowing exactly what he liked and sending it over.
"By the way, it snowed today. Your health isn’t great, so I’m worried you might be cold. I ordered you some thermal underwear and loungewear—the thickest available. It should arrive shortly. Ninth Uncle, you can’t dislike it and refuse to wear it because of how it looks."
Mr. Jiu let out a small "Mm."
"Then, can I see Xiao Bai now?"
After rambling on so much, was it all just for this beast?
Fine, considering how thoughtful she was, he’d let her have a look.
"Alright, thank you, Uncle Xie Jiu."
Mr. Jiu leisurely walked over to the White Lion, which was... uh, currently trembling violently, whimpering softly. This terrifying man—it was clear he could knock it out with a single hand!
He crouched down slightly, grabbed its paw, and held it up to the camera: "Come on, greet Little Jin’er."
The White Lion let out a pitiful "awoo," its expression full of grievance. Stupid woman, hurry up and save me. I’m about to be played to death by your Ninth Uncle!