B5SB -Chapter 324 Tattling

“Brother Zhao Hu said that fireworks in the manure pit would bloom,” Haohao said, stiffly defending himself.

Lu Huailin’s head was buzzing with anger. Half a year ago, this little angel had been so sweet and cute, speaking in a soft, childish voice.

Half a year later, he’d become a little rebel: for every sentence he said, the other side had ten ready to contradict him.

Gu Yihan squatted down and looked Haohao straight in the eyes.

Said seriously, “Haohao, what you did was wrong. What if someone happened to walk by and got hit?”

Lu Huailin thought about Lin Zhenhua, covered in splattered vomit, and his eyebrows twitched with rage. He almost wanted to give Haohao another slap.

“I only set it off when no one was around. I wouldn’t be as dumb as Zhao Hu,” Haohao muttered softly.

Hearing Haohao mumbling, Gu Yihan stood and looked up at the stern-faced Lu Huailin, wanting to speak but hesitating: “Zhao Hu…”

She couldn’t bring herself to say it; she didn’t know which unlucky person had just walked by.

Lu Huailin saw his wife nod slightly and turned his gaze to Haohao.

He called him out directly: “Luckily I saw this brat pull him away. Otherwise, Lin Zhenhua would’ve been even worse off.”

Gu Yihan’s eyes dropped when she realized that the unlucky person was Lin Zhenhua, Liu Yufang’s partner. She looked at Haohao, who now looked guilty.

“That was still too light. I should’ve pulled down his pants and let him taste stir-fried bamboo shoots and pork,” Lu Huailin muttered, then turned to the kitchen to boil water for dumplings.

Haohao was stunned—he couldn’t believe Gu Yihan wasn’t paying him any more attention.

He quickly ran behind the sofa and begged Lu Huailin, “Dad, Dad, I was wrong! I won’t do it again!”

Having vented most of his anger, Lu Huailin looked at Haohao and pointed a small stick at him as a warning: “If you dare throw fireworks into the manure pit again, I’ll beat your butt to pieces.”

Haohao, terrified, covered his little bottom and shook his head like a rattle, promising, “Dad, there won’t be a next time.”

Lu Huailin snorted, threw the stick into the yard, and went to wash his hands.

Haohao exhaled in relief.

But then he thought of Zhao Hu. They had done it together: he got punished, Zhao Hu didn’t. That wasn’t fair.

Haohao’s eyes lit up with an idea. Good brothers share happiness and hardship together.

He stretched his neck and saw Gu Yihan and Lu Huailin busy, then tiptoed out and hid by the door.

When Zhao Junjie came home from work, Haohao’s eyes lit up instantly. Excitedly, he shouted, “Uncle! Uncle!”

Zhao Junjie looked up and smiled, “Oh? Haohao, what’s up?”

Haohao twisted his small body in front of him and whispered, “Uncle, Brother Zhao Hu set off fireworks in the manure pit and covered Uncle Lin in it. Uncle Lin’s face was so dark at the time.”

Hearing this, Zhao Junjie’s expression immediately turned cold.

Without a second thought, he pushed the gate open and closed it behind him.

He walked into the yard to Zhao Hu, who was spreading out fireworks, and whispered, “Did you set off fireworks in the manure pit?”

Zhao Hu, not knowing his father was angry, lifted his chubby round face and grinned, “Dad, how did you know?”

Zhao Junjie, seeing no remorse at all, asked coldly, “You even hit someone else?”

“Dad, I’m telling you, Uncle Lin was just too slow. Haohao and I got away faster than him.”

Thinking of Lin Zhenhua’s miserable state, Zhao Hu laughed and joked, “I didn’t even vomit, but he did!”

Zhao Junjie’s veins bulged as he looked around the yard. Seeing no stick, he started unfastening his belt.

Seeing this, Zhao Hu’s face changed. “Ah!” he shouted and ran, yelling, “Grandma! Grandma! Save me! Your eldest grandson is going to be beaten to death!”

Zhao Junjie’s belt hand seemed to have eyes; no matter how Zhao Hu ran, it was useless.

Auntie Zhang heard her grandson screaming from the second floor and hurried downstairs, shouting, “Zhao Junjie, how dare you hit my grandson!”

Haohao peered through the door crack, watching Zhao Hu jump around, screaming and wailing, and giggled.

Hearing Haohao’s laughter, Zhao Hu guessed that he had tattled.

Crying, he shouted, “Lu Chenhao, just wait! I won’t let you off!”

“You dare to openly threaten people,” Zhao Junjie said angrily. The boy had been spoiled rotten by the family.

Auntie Zhang quickly stepped forward, blocking Zhao Hu with her body, glaring at Zhao Junjie: “What did he do to deserve this?”

Zhao Hu clutched Auntie Zhang’s clothes, hopping back and forth to ease the pain in his legs.

With tears and snot, he looked up at her, wronged, and complained, “Waa, Grandma, Dad is hitting me for no reason!”

Auntie Zhang felt sorry for him and scooped him into her arms.

Zhao Junjie, hearing Zhao Hu’s blame, laughed angrily: “Your grandson’s something else—covered Lin Zhenhua in manure from the fireworks. If it weren’t for the families being close, someone would’ve come knocking by now.”

Zhao Hu, feeling guilty, buried his head in Auntie Zhang’s arms like an ostrich.

Auntie Zhang glared at him, annoyed: “It’s just a manure pit. When you were little, you blew up rooftiles and manure pits. What didn’t you do? When did your dad and I ever hit you for this?”

Hearing this, Zhao Hu’s eyes brightened, and he perked up, sticking out his little head.

Eyes red, he retorted, “Exactly! The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I’m yours, so whatever!”

Seeing her son’s expression darken, Auntie Zhang quickly covered his mouth, afraid he’d say something too “rebellious.”

Zhao Junjie’s face turned ashen. He sneered, “Let me show you what it really means when the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

Zhao Hu screamed “Ahh!” as Zhao Junjie’s big hand reached for him.

Auntie Zhang pushed Zhao Junjie away and stepped forward to grab the “tool of crime” from his hand.

She glanced at him, annoyed: “That’s enough of a warning!”

“Mom, Huzi has been spoiled and doesn’t know his place,” Zhao Junjie grumbled.

Auntie Zhang, seeing Zhao Junjie stubborn, glared and said sarcastically, “When you were little, setting off fireworks and covering your dad in it, did you forget? You hadn’t even cleaned your own mess and wanted to punish others?”

With that, she ignored the messy scene in the yard and carried her little grandson inside.