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Song Fu was showering in his room, lathering up with plenty of body wash and scrubbing his fur.
Gross… he gritted his teeth, scrubbing while letting his imagination run wild.
Although the plan was risky, he got what he wanted!
Now that his brother cared so much, surely he would care even more in the future!
He rinsed off, then dried himself, fluffing his fur back to a clean, fluffy cub.
Song Fu happily put on the new clothes he bought yesterday. As soon as he opened the bathroom door, he saw Xiao Zhong’er standing in the room.
His heart skipped a beat—oh no, could his plan have been discovered?
Xiao Zhong’er immediately put on a stern look: “Tell the truth! Did you knowingly let that male elf deceive you?”
“5th brother, what are you talking about? Fu Fu doesn’t understand!”
Song Fu pretended to be clueless, backing into the bathroom, but his hind paw hit something hard.
He looked back—it was Song Yutu.
Song Yutu had appeared at the bathroom door, and Song Fu had just touched his shoe.
Song Yutu’s tone was cold: “If you don’t tell the truth, we’ll inform your brother.”
Song Fu realized he had no way out and obediently squatted, recounting everything.
Yes, he wasn’t stupid. From the start, he knew what the male elf intended.
He knew that a shout would have brought Song Yutu to rescue him—but he didn’t.
He remembered Song An being held and comforted by his brother when in danger.
If he were in danger, would his brother hold him alone too?
With this thought, he pretended to be clueless, stepping into the trap.
And he got the special, individual care he wanted from Song Yiran.
Xiao Zhong’er covered his forehead in headache—what a mess! Just to get special attention, risking his life… not worth it!
Song Yutu squatted, tapping Song Fu’s head: “Idiot!”
Xiao Zhong’er expected a lecture, but Song Yutu started teaching crooked logic instead.
“You wanted your brother’s unique care. You could’ve faked a martyrdom plan. Why risk yourself? Foolish!”
“You could’ve pretended to fall from a tree, sprain a foot, or get a stomachache from eating something wrong. Why actually put yourself in danger?”
“Do you know how risky this plan was? What if that male elf had harmed you? What if I hadn’t arrived in time? Did you think about these risks?”
Song Yutu poked Song Fu’s head: “You did it pretty convincingly at first, right? That time with the dyed pollen?”
Xiao Zhong’er’s eyes widened: “What? You did it on purpose?”
Song Fu, his secret nearly exposed, lowered his head and admitted silently: “Yes, I did it on purpose…”
He wasn’t really stupid—he just wanted to dye his paws to make his brother worry.
But he hadn’t expected Sul to bring out the color-removing spray… ruining his plan.
Song Yutu let out a weary sigh. “Back then, you already knew how to fake a ‘painful sacrifice’ scheme. So why did you actually put yourself in danger this time?”
Song Fu fidgeted uncomfortably with his paws. “Well… my plan got ruined, didn’t it? I was just thinking… fake plans aren’t reliable. It’s better to do a real one…”
Xiao Zhong’er had to admit, he was defeated by this cub’s logic. He rubbed his forehead in frustration.
“You… sigh… I don’t even know what to say to you!”
Song Yutu bopped Song Fu on the head again. “Stupid! You’re just too stupid! Do you realize that what you did made all of us worry about you?”
“All of us are worried about you, but what about you? You knew it was a trap, you knew it was dangerous, yet you still threw yourself in headfirst.”
“Did you even consider how we feel? Did you think about how your brother feels? Do you know how upset your brother is over this?”
Song Yutu felt Song Fu’s actions were beyond foolish—so foolish he couldn’t bear to look!
Song Fu’s little pearls of tears started rolling down. “Wuwuwu… I’m sorry…”
Song Yutu sighed and then pulled out a tissue to wipe his tears.
“Saying sorry to us isn’t enough. You should be saying sorry to yourself.”
“We’re not angry because you lied to us. We’re angry because you risked yourself.”
“It’s normal to want unique affection, and it’s okay to play harmless little tricks for it, but you should never put your own safety at risk.”
Song Fu sniffled and cried, and Song Yutu gently patted his back to comfort him.
Xiao Zhong’er squatted down and patted Song Fu’s head too. “Hey, everyone makes mistakes. Don’t cry, it’s okay. We’ll keep it a secret for you!”
“But the condition for keeping it secret is that you can’t put yourself in danger again!”
Song Fu nodded, sniffling softly. “Wuwu… I understand. I won’t do it again…”
“Good child, correcting your mistakes! Alright, no more crying! Let’s go out and play!”
Xiao Zhong’er patted Song Fu’s head and then carried him outside.
Song Yutu sighed lightly, then quickly walked forward to open the door for them.
As soon as the door opened, Song Yutu’s pupils constricted sharply, and he inhaled sharply.
Xiao Zhong’er saw Song Yutu frozen at the doorway and curiously asked, “Song Yutu, why are you just standing there?”
Song Yutu quietly stepped aside, but Xiao Zhong’er didn’t understand and strode to the doorway, then also inhaled sharply.
Song Fu, in Xiao Zhong’er’s arms, saw who was at the door and gasped as well.
Song Yiran stood at the doorway, and Song Buli was crouched beside him.
Song Fu’s mind went blank in an instant. He couldn’t stop thinking: When did brother arrive? Did he hear what we just said in the room?
Song Yiran said calmly, “I came to call you all for dinner. Let’s eat together.”
Xiao Zhong’er swallowed nervously, feeling like this calm was the quiet before a storm.
Everyone obediently sat in the lounge, where dishes had already been set out.
Tonight’s dinner: braised pork, braised chicken leg, fried meatballs, scrambled eggs with chives, cold cucumber salad, and stir-fried greens.
After the meal, the robot cleared the dishes and tidied the table.
Song Yiran stayed behind with everyone.
Song Fu immediately realized he had been found out and anxiously crouched, awaiting judgment.
Would brother be mad? Would he think he was too scheming?
Song Yiran sighed. “Fu Fu, I had originally come to call you all for dinner, but I happened to hear your conversation…”
Song Buli and the others also vouched for him.
“Really! We just happened to hear it!”
“Yes, yes, we weren’t eavesdropping on purpose!”
Song Fu awkwardly fiddled with his paws. How did everyone already know…?
Song Yiran squatted and patted Song Fu’s head. “Fu Fu, promise me you won’t put yourself in danger again, okay? We’re all worried about you. We don’t want anything to happen to you.”
The other children gathered around to comfort him.
Song Buli sighed in a worldly way, “Fu Fu, none of us want you to be in danger…”
Song Xiufu lightly patted Song Fu’s shoulder. “Fu Fu, don’t take risks like that again, alright?”
Song An chimed in, “Exactly.”
Song Yang joined in. “Fu Fu, we’re all worried about you. We hope you stay safe.”
Song Chiyu gently wagged his tail, offering suggestions.
“Fu Fu, you can actually use safer methods! Like touching a dyed flower again and pretending to be dyed.”
Song Xianyue nodded repeatedly. “Yes, yes! Next time you can use safer ways. Your safety is the most important!”
Song Yuexin nuzzled his neck affectionately. “Fu Fu, we just want you to be safe.”
Song Yinyun puffed out his furry chest and boasted grandly, “Fu Fu, if you want to try a ‘painful sacrifice’ trick next time, you can ask me! I can help you come up with a safe one!”
“Wuwuwu… I was wrong… wuwuwu…” Song Fu was moved to tears. “I won’t do that again…”
Song Yiran gently wiped his tears and scooped him into his arms, then gathered all the other children too.
“Babies, I want you to put your safety first. Can everyone do that?”
The children nodded seriously. “Yes! We can!”
After holding all the children, Song Yiran picked up Song Yutu and Xiao Zhong’er.
“And you two, I hope you put your safety first too. Can you do that?”
Song Yutu nodded seriously. “Brother, I will.”
Xiao Zhong’er patted his chest confidently. “Hehe! Song Yiran, don’t worry! I’ll put my safety first!”
“You’re all good kids!” Song Yiran smiled, patting their heads.
He also remembered to check on the others, squatting to pat each child on the head.
“You’re all good kids,” Song Yiran said gently.
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