SAG -Chapter 145 Prince Haiman, the Domestic Househusband

“Come on, one more round! Today I’ll show you who the real sniper king is!” Prince Haiman shouted arrogantly.

Lin Mei, who had just come downstairs, immediately darkened in expression when she heard that.

She had noticed that the longer Haiman spent with Zhang Ran, the less dignified he became.

It was as if, around Zhang Ran, this British prince in his forties had suddenly turned into a child again—always competing with Zhang Ran over everything and speaking without restraint.

Zhang Ran glanced at him.

“Heh. Today I’ll show you what a true grass camper looks like.”

Since this world had no Harry Potter, Prince Haiman didn’t understand the reference. But before long, he figured out exactly what Zhang Ran meant.

As a result, the game gained yet another shameless player who spent the entire match lying prone in the grass.

…

Zhang Sicheng was still at work.

After receiving a call from Zhang Ran saying that he and Prince Haiman would be livestreaming again, he had remained at the office, watching the numbers soar.

It had to be said that PUBG was incredibly easy to pick up, especially on mobile devices.

Combined with the novelty of having Prince Haiman playing, many users downloaded the game out of curiosity and quickly became fans.

Competitive games like this had a special appeal. Aside from cheats, spending money only changed your character’s appearance; actual victories depended entirely on skill.

Players loved that kind of fairness.

Watching the download count climb higher and higher, Zhang Sicheng felt as though he were floating on air.

However, a phone call soon summoned him away.

After instructing his staff to keep him informed of any developments, he drove off.

“I say, Daming, why are you asking me out for drinks so late?” Zhang Sicheng asked when he arrived at their usual spot and saw Liu Ming waiting.

Liu Ming gestured for him to sit.

“I saw Siyan last night.”

“Oh? So what? Did you finally confess to her?” Zhang Sicheng replied casually.

Liu Ming gave a bitter smile.

“Stop teasing me. Not only did I see Siyan—I also saw your father.”

“Huh? Last night? You were with them?” Zhang Sicheng knew nothing about Sun Gaixin and Tian Ya’s engagement.

“Yeah.”

“So? Any thoughts after meeting my dad?” Zhang Sicheng grinned.

“Honestly, I was planning to visit Uncle Zhang in the next few days, but now… I don’t think I dare.”

The bitterness in Liu Ming’s smile deepened.

At first, when Zhang Sicheng told him how Zhang Ran had dealt with Sun Gaixin’s parents, he hadn’t paid much attention.

After all, he had never intended to mistreat Zhang Siyan.

But after witnessing Zhang Ran’s attitude toward Tian Yaohui and seeing what happened with Prince Haiman, he finally understood:

The man he would have to face was no ordinary person.

Thinking about it carefully, that made perfect sense.

If Zhang Ran had been ordinary, he could never have broken Sun Gaixin’s parents’ legs back then without suffering any consequences.

Though Zhang Sicheng didn’t know about the events of the previous night, he still patted Liu Ming on the shoulder.

“Brother, let me sincerely advise you—give up on Siyan. It’s not that I don’t want to see you two together. In fact, I’ve always hoped for it. I know your feelings for her are genuine. But things are different now. I’m honestly afraid that, when the time comes, we might not even remain friends. You’re not alone. You have parents too. Can your parents truly accept a divorced woman with a child?”

“And if they ever cause Siyan any grievance, I honestly don’t know what my father would do. Really. He may not seem particularly involved in Siyan’s life, but I can tell that it’s precisely because he cares too much about her feelings that he doesn’t interfere.”

Zhang Sicheng spoke this way only because he genuinely cared about Liu Ming as a brother.

Liu Ming sighed.

“Actually, that part doesn’t worry me. My parents have always liked Siyan.”

“That was before!” Zhang Sicheng raised his voice.

“They liked the old Siyan—not the woman she is now.”

He truly wanted Liu Ming to let go.

The more he understood Zhang Ran, the happier and more moved he felt by his father’s devotion to family—but at the same time, he worried about his friend.

He didn’t know whose side he would stand on if conflict arose.

Yet deep down, he already had an answer. Otherwise, he would never have spoken so frankly.

“Forget it,” Liu Ming said.

“I asked you out today to drink, not to discuss this.”

Seeing Zhang Sicheng continue trying to persuade him, he changed the subject and focused on the alcohol.

…

Over the next several days, Zhang Ran and Prince Haiman continued buying New Year supplies.

For Haiman, experiencing such a lifestyle for the first time was exhilarating.

Whenever something caught his eye, he simply bought it.

By the second day, Zhang Ran’s refrigerator was already packed full.

They had no choice but to buy another one.

Meanwhile, the four children’s grand “creative project” made substantial progress.

Of course, there were countless arguments along the way.

The fiercest dispute nearly turned into an actual fight.

During the entire incident, Zhang Ran and Prince Haiman—the two utterly irresponsible elders—sat nearby eating sunflower seeds and enjoying the spectacle.

Lin Mei was furious.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t all four children who argued.

Susu remained innocent.

The problem lay with the three boys.

Each wanted to protect their little sister, so in the stories they wrote about themselves, every one of them portrayed himself as a great hero defending Sister Seven.

Naturally, that created contradictions.

No one was willing to yield.

…

On the twenty-eighth day before the New Year, Zhang Siyan arrived early in the morning.

After several days of detailed discussions with Zhao Jingyu regarding the cooperation project, she had finally agreed.

However, she made her position clear:

She would negotiate with Prince Haiman strictly as a representative of her company, not as his friend’s daughter.

For that reason, she brought Zhao Jingyu with her—to emphasize her professional identity and avoid putting Prince Haiman in an awkward position.

Yet Zhang Siyan also understood that, regardless of appearances, Haiman would inevitably take her father’s relationship with him into consideration.

She simply wanted to minimize that influence as much as possible.

“Siyan, come, come! Try the flatbread Uncle Haiman made!”

The moment he saw her, Prince Haiman enthusiastically waved her over.

Zhang Siyan stared at him in astonishment.

Dressed in casual home clothes and wearing an apron, Prince Haiman looked completely different from what she had imagined.

For a moment, she failed to recognize him.

Zhao Jingyu was even more stunned.

Was this really Prince Haiman?

He looked nothing like the man described online.

At that moment, he resembled a devoted househusband far more than a prince of a great nation.