The afternoon arrived quickly.
After lunch, Shen Yuan brought a stool out to his front door to bask leisurely in the sun.
Soon, two others joined him.
His Eldest Female Cousin was also sitting in a chair, comfortably stretching out her long legs.
Zhao Yueyang, meanwhile, was scrolling through trashy videos on his phone.
Hearing the cringey laughter from the phone, Shen Yuan smacked him, and Zhao Yueyang obediently switched to playing a game.
Zhao Yueyang never had a rebellious phase.
The fists of his older brother, a slap from his Eldest Female Cousin, and Shen Yuan's Great Wilderness Heaven-Imprisoning Finger were all potent tools for crushing any hint of a rebellious streak.
Of course, Shen Yuan never had a rebellious phase either.
For one, Ms. Zhang Yuyan was more rebellious than he was. For another, Old Shen's habit of frequently giving him red envelopes ensured Shen Yuan was unusually docile.
Who's going to argue with money?
