Tang Yuan clapped his hands and laughed gurglingly.
Song Moting wasn’t sure if he was laughing because his mischief had succeeded or if he was mocking them.
But it didn’t matter, he himself had already collapsed on the floor laughing.
If you laugh at what children do, you can’t punish them anymore; it’s practically an unbreakable rule etched in stone.
He shouted loudly, "Do you want ice cream?"
It’s Tang Yuan’s favorite thing next to Jianlibao.
But this time there was no answer.
Bai Yiyi rushed into the room.
Her dark eyes widened anxiously, shouting.
"Brother-in-law, Tang Yuan and Baozi are in the room, and the matches are gone!"
Jiang Xiaoxiao gasped in astonishment, rushing out at top speed.
Song Moting ran ahead of her, his heart in his throat, instinctively screaming to find his child as quickly as possible.
Everyone crowded to the door of Tang Yuan’s room, Jiang Xiaoxiao’s face was pale as she frantically knocked on the door.
"Tang Yuan! Open the door, quickly open the door!"
"Mama, I’m not opening it; Baozi and I are playing a game."
Tang Yuan shouted excitedly.
Song Moting got a chair, and from the glass window atop the door, he could clearly see their gleaming faces full of joy from their successful prank.
Tang Yuan even saw Song Moting happily waving there.
Old Mrs. Song’s knees trembled, Jiang Xiaoxiao held her, supporting her body.
Tang Yuan’s favorite game was the fire-starting game, which Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao had explicitly forbidden.
Song Moting’s gaze was fixed on his son.
Tang Yuan furrowed his eyebrows, scrunched up his face, and struggled to start a fire.
A dangerous flame flickered out.
In front was a pile of shredded book pages, the source of danger.
"Don’t!" Song Moting warned in a lowered voice, trying not to seem too stern.
"Tang Yuan, open the door."
He was somewhat wickedly wanting to see Tang Yuan get scolded by the adults, which is why he urged Tang Yuan to do things absolutely forbidden by the adults.
But now, Tang Yuan was truly ignoring those words, and the flame quickly consumed the papers before them.
He didn’t expect Tang Yuan to be completely unconcerned about his dangerous situation, as if it was just another game.
Jiang Xiaoxiao gasped out a whisper, already smelling the scent of burning.
Old Mrs. Song swayed before her eyes.
Tang Yuan revealed a devilish smile as the papers in front of him rapidly ignited.
Due to his glee, being too close to the flames resulted in the fire almost instantly engulfing him.
In an instant, Tang Yuan screamed in terror.
Quickly swallowed by the flames.
Song Moting kicked open the door.
As everyone rushed inside.
Tang Yuan was seen standing there soaking wet, stunned, while Baozi held a round fishbowl in his hands, and a small goldfish was hopping away on Tang Yuan’s head.
The scene was hilariously comical.
Baozi sheepishly, noticing that everyone was focusing on him, awkwardly explained.
"There was only water in this."
He quietly worried that perhaps he had done something wrong.
After all, Tang Yuan was encouraged by him, and he might be kicked out.
He was just too jealous.
Jiang Xiaoxiao hugged both children, checking them, incredibly relieved that those flames only turned Tang Yuan’s hair into curls.
Thankfully, he wasn’t burned.
"Thank you, Baozi, thank you for helping Tang Yuan, you’re very smart."
Baozi was clever, very young, yet calm in emergencies, quick to adapt.
Baozi silently rubbed his hands.
The bad deed he did was unknown to Mama; if she knew, she might not want him anymore!
That night, after Tang Yuan fell asleep, Baozi sneaked out of the room.
Wearing the clothes he came in, with a backpack on his back, inside were foods he took from the fridge, walking to the door!
He diligently raised his toes trying to unlock the door.
"Where are you going so late?"
The suddenly bright light startled Baozi.
Baozi silently turned around, his head lowered, feeling like a caught thief, dejected.
Jiang Xiaoxiao walked to him, squatted in front of Baozi.
Tidying his sore shoulders because of too many things packed.
"Where are you going? This is your home."
Baozi bit his lip; if he continued to hide what he did, it would be unfair to Jiang Xiaoxiao, this Mama.
Even though she was only his Mama for three days, he couldn’t lie to her.