C9 Little Ancestor What Are You Trying to Say?

Xiaochu bore a resemblance to the man, but it was a big world out there – things can be similar, and people can look alike.

Gu Shimu, noticing her reluctance to discuss the matter, didn't press her further.

Speculating on anything before the paternity test results were in would be premature.

The future would hinge on the outcome of that test.

Gu Wanfeng approached Tang Xiaoci, knelt on one knee, and asked, "Young Master, I've lost. Would you like to pull out the hair, or shall I do it?"

"I'll do it!" Tang Xiaoci said, rubbing his hands together with excitement.

Gu Shimu was at a loss for words.

Child, your mother lost a fight! She's heartbroken and worried – can't you see that? Is it really okay to be so indifferent?

Oblivious to the internal commentary, Tang Xiaoci gleefully plucked a hair from Gu Wanfeng's head and presented it to Tang Xiaochu like a prized possession. "Brother, for you!"

"No, thanks!" Tang Xiaochu crinkled his nose in disgust. "It's dirty!"

Gu Wanfeng felt slighted. He washed his hair every night, after all.

"Oh..." Tang Xiaoci blinked and inquired of Gu Wanfeng, "Brother, does it hurt to have your hair pulled?"

Gu Wanfeng, puzzled by the question, hesitated before responding, "It doesn't hurt... I guess?"

Standing next to him, Gu Qiuyu was exasperated.

It either hurts or it doesn't. What's with the uncertainty?

Tang Xiaoci, with his big, dewy eyes, earnestly advised Gu Wanfeng, "Brother, hair is actually quite precious! Even though you have a thick head of hair now, it can fall out! Pull one strand, lose ten; pull ten strands, lose a hundred. Baldness is terrifying – ever heard of male pattern baldness?"

Gu Wanfeng was at a loss for words.

What are you trying to say, little ancestor? Just tell me straight, no more beating around the bush, okay?

Concerned for Gu Wanfeng's common sense, Gu Qiuyu interjected, "Young Master, if little Feng were to ask for your mercy and not to pull out nine more strands of his hair, what would your terms be?"

"Sure, sure! Baldness is frightening; let's not pull any more hair!" The little guy held up a tiny, pale finger, "One hair for a hundred bucks. Give me nine hundred, and I won't pull out the other nine strands!"

Gu Wanfeng, "..."

So, his brother disapproved of his dirty hair, leading him to decide against keeping it and instead, trade it for money, right?

… However, 900 yuan is indeed a fair price!

The Young Master's kindness is truly touching!

But...

He patted his pocket and remarked, "I don't have any cash on me."

"You can do a mobile transfer!" The little guy lifted his arm, tapped a few times on his wristwatch, and a QR code appeared on the display.

He presented the QR code to Gu Wanfeng, "Scan to pay—it's convenient and eco-friendly!"

Gu Wanfeng, "…"

With an indescribable feeling, he took out his phone, ready to scan the QR code and pay the 900 yuan.

"I've got this." Gu Shimu took out his phone, scanned the QR code on the little guy's wristwatch, and entered the amount.

Seconds later, a clear and pleasant female voice announced the transaction: "Payment received, one hundred thousand yuan."

The Gu family members were stunned.

It even came with a payment confirmation feature!

Does he often receive money?

Given how adept he was, it seemed quite possible.

So... at such a young age, how many people had he swindled?

Tang Xiaoci's eyes twinkled upon hearing the confirmation. He tapped on his wristwatch a few times, counting the zeros after the 1 in the amount he received.

Once sure of the amount, he dashed over to Tang Yexi, exclaiming joyfully, "Mommy, mommy, listen, don't be scared. Even though that uncle is strong, he's not very sharp! I only asked for 900 yuan, but he transferred 100,000 yuan to me! Mommy, don't worry, people who aren't sharp are easy to handle!"