IBO -Chapter 156 Drama King Cubs

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Pointing at the basin, Song Buli cried, “Brother, those seafood bullies bullied me!”

Song Yiran looked over. Several crabs were already dead.

Something seemed… off.

Song Buli continued acting pitifully.

“I was too scared, so I panicked…”

Song Yiran comforted him gently, “It’s okay. They were going to be cooked anyway. Does your paw feel better now?”

Leaning weakly in his arms, Song Buli replied, “A little better… it doesn’t hurt anymore…”

The other cubs stared at each other—then joined in.

“Waaah! My tail was pinched too!”

“My whiskers hurt!”

“My paw hurts too!”

They all copied Song Buli and pretended to be bullied.

Song Yiran couldn’t help laughing. How could he not see through this?

They were clearly pretending.

Still, he didn’t expose them. He hugged and comforted each cub in turn.

His own cubs—of course he would spoil them.

He said righteously, “These crabs are too bad! Bullying you when I wasn’t here!”

“Today, I’ll get justice for you! I’ll cook them all—stir-fried, steamed, and fried!”

The cubs cheered, drooling. “Yay!”

Lunch was extremely lavish: stir-fried crabs, steamed crabs, fried crabs, jellyfish salad, lobster and abalone soup, scallops with garlic vermicelli, stir-fried clams, sour-spicy razor clams, steamed sea snails, steamed grouper, and pan-fried sole.

The cubs buried their heads in their bowls.

Song Yutu still ate elegantly, but much faster than usual.

Xiao Zhong’er ate six bowls of rice in one go and patted his round belly.

“Burp—! Song Yiran, your cooking just keeps getting better!”

Song Yutu glanced at him with disdain.

“Big brother’s cooking has always been top-notch. You just don’t know how to appreciate it.”

He started praising one while stepping on the other.

“I don’t appreciate it?” Xiao Zhong’er pointed angrily. “Are you questioning my taste?!”

“Kidding? I’m a high-tech system. My taste could never be wrong!”

Song Yutu ignored him and calmly picked up his chopsticks again, resuming his meal with elegant movements.

Xiao Zhong’er felt like he’d punched a pillow—completely powerless. Feeling irritated all over, he stretched out his leg and kicked the leg of Song Yutu’s chair.

“Hey! Why aren’t you talking anymore? Keep going!”

Song Yutu let out a soft laugh, but his tone was full of sarcasm.

“I don’t want to talk to idiots. I’d hate for my IQ to be dragged down to the same level.”

“You actually called me an idiot?!”

In Xiao Zhong’er’s eyes, flames of anger flared up instantly.

He rolled up his sleeves and lunged straight at Song Yutu. Song Yutu quickly put down his bowl and jumped aside. Xiao Zhong’er missed, crashing to the floor along with Song Yutu’s chair.

Lying on the ground, Xiao Zhong’er felt utterly humiliated. He climbed up miserably and angrily demanded that Song Yiran step in.

“Song Yiran! Hurry up and deal with him! He actually called me an idiot!”

Song Yutu immediately put on a weak, pitiful act, trying to gain Song Yiran’s sympathy.

“Big Brother, you saw it too. I only said a few words. He’s the one who suddenly pounced on me. If I hadn’t dodged in time, I might’ve been hurt already…”

The children who had been quietly eating had long since been attracted by the commotion. They had watched everything unfold.

They all turned to look at Song Yiran, curious about whose side he would take.

The veins on Song Yiran’s forehead were about to pop.

Eating means eating. How did they manage to make such a mess out of a meal?!

He rolled up his sleeves, walked over, and flicked both Xiao Zhong’er and Song Yutu on the head.

Then he poked Xiao Zhong’er’s forehead hard and scolded him:

“If you’re eating, then eat properly! No fighting around! Sit still and behave at the table!”

Xiao Zhong’er covered his aching head, looking wronged.

“I know… I’m sorry…”

Song Yutu stood aside, secretly delighted. Even though he’d also gotten flicked, Song Yiran was mainly scolding Xiao Zhong’er, which meant he was still on his side!

Before he could gloat for long, Song Yiran poked his forehead hard too.

“And you! Just because I scolded him doesn’t mean I’m letting you off. No ‘stepping on one to praise another’! Is that something to be proud of? Eat properly and don’t provoke people with words!”

Song Yutu lowered his head obediently.

“Brother, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again…”

Song Yiran snorted and then grabbed both of their hands, forcing them together.

“You two should apologize to each other. Right now. Immediately. And from now on, get along peacefully!”

Xiao Zhong’er awkwardly apologized.

“Um… sorry. I shouldn’t have pounced on you…”

Song Yutu also apologized shyly.

“It’s my fault too… I shouldn’t have mocked you or provoked you…”

Their little “war” finally ended, but the other kids had been affected too.

So Song Yiran took the chance to educate everyone:

“Sweethearts, family members should get along peacefully. No putting others down, no provoking each other with words. That’s wrong behavior.”

“And most importantly—when eating, focus on eating. No fooling around.”

The children nodded obediently.

That afternoon, Song Yutu was performing a mysterious ritual in his room.

A strange-looking magic circle had been drawn on the floor. Around its outer edge were all kinds of bizarre items. Song Yutu was checking them one by one.

“Hirbird feathers, glow-jellyfish from Luminous Beach, shells from Pearl Island, Xier Beast skull, Kadi bird eyes…”

“Good. Nothing’s missing.”

He smiled in satisfaction.

“Next is—”

Before he could finish, Xiao Zhong’er burst in and interrupted him.

“What’s going on? Why is there a cursed aura here? Song Yutu! What are you doing? Don’t do anything illegal!”

Song Yutu frowned.

“Can you knock before entering my room?”

“Ah… sorry, I was just in a hurry…”

Xiao Zhong’er scratched his head awkwardly, then remembered his main concern.

“Wait, forget that! Don’t do anything illegal!”

“…Why do you think I’m going to do something illegal?”

Song Yutu looked at him as if he were an idiot.

“Isn’t that an evil magic circle?” Xiao Zhong’er pointed at the blood-red pattern. “You didn’t draw it with your own blood, did you?”

Helplessly, Song Yutu said:

“There’s something in this world called paint…”

“Oh… I see… Wait, no! Then what are you using it for?”

“You’re not trying to curse that shady seller, are you?”

He explained how he’d sensed a strong cursed aura, rushed in without knocking, and connected it to the incident with the dishonest seller earlier.

He tried to stop Song Yutu.

“Curses always backfire! What if you get hurt?”

“I don’t care,” Song Yutu replied calmly.

“No! Calm down! If he dies mysteriously in prison, they’ll investigate! What if they trace it back to you?!”

Song Yutu frowned in confusion.

“Who said I was going to kill him?”

“Huh? You’re not?”

“Why would I kill him? I just want him to lose his health, spend the rest of his life doing hard labor in prison with a weak body, until he dies.”

A cruel smile appeared on his face.

“I want him to live in misery.”

He had bought the magic circle’s instructions from the black market. It could curse someone with incurable illness and lifelong weakness.

That shady seller dared to spread rumors about Song Yiran and Xiao Zhong’er.

He had to pay the price.

Song Yutu was extremely protective of his family. Insulting him was fine—but insulting his loved ones meant revenge at all costs.