Chapter 1542 - 1544

Gong Jiaxin carried bags of stuff onto the terrace and saw Gong Ruzhi dressed as a clown to amuse Pingping.

This really amused Gong Jiaxin, "Xiao Zhi, how did you think of dressing up as a clown."

We all know that Gong Ruzhi pays a lot of attention to detail, and under normal circumstances, he would never make a fool of himself.

I never expected to actually see someone making fun of themselves today.

The funniest part is, the other protagonist maintained a haughty expression, without a smile the entire time.

Gong Jiaxin bet that if Pingping could sit steadily, he would definitely cross his legs and give Gong Ruzhi a disdainful look.

But even without those actions, Pingping’s current attitude already made everyone burst into laughter.

"Not a good enough act," Zhao Xuran bluntly jabbed.

Hmph, let the kid do nothing to help, and instead of helping, he even mocked; how could Zhao Xuran not retaliate.

But now, Pingping simply and impolitely helped resolve this problem for himself.

Not a good enough act? Gong Ruzhi really wanted to cry, "Except for not having clown clothes, where am I not good."

I can say he made all those silly faces he saw but never thought he would do himself.

Let alone Zhao Xuran, the shameless brother-in-law, who secretly took many photos, even though he promised they wouldn’t be shared publicly.

But just knowing those will circulate internally already made Gong Ruzhi cry in the bathroom.

All this effort, yet he got this kind of evaluation.

Seeing the two sisters come up, Gong Ruzhi unhesitatingly tattled on them.

Of course, Gong Ruzhi’s tattle-telling skills are a bit higher level.

"No worries, you can borrow some." Gong Jiaxin didn’t care why the once harmonious brother-in-law and brother suddenly turned on each other.

But such a rare scene really left Gong Jiaxin regretful for not coming up earlier to see more.

So when Gong Ruzhi pitifully said he had no clown clothes, Gong Jiaxin was enthusiastic.

Ha, how could this be, Gong Jiaxin’s reply really made Gong Ruzhi take a few steps back, how could this be, how could it not match the script he had in mind.

As his sister, knowing he felt wronged, shouldn’t she stand up and seek justice for him?

But seeing their eager expressions, Gong Ruzhi felt like he was hoisting a rock to drop on his own foot.

"No need, no need." Hmph, they’re just kids, how much can they remember, in a few days Pingping will absolutely forget this incident.

By then, just coax the kid a bit more, yeah, that will work.

To make up for it a bit, Gong Ruzhi thought of buying some toys, though Pingping currently can’t play with them, as long as the brother-in-law and them see his attitude.

Zhao Xuran watched as Gong Ruzhi waved his hands, backing away continuously, he knew he was thinking this matter could be glossed over in a few days.

Too bad, Zhao Xuran smiled mischievously but made no counterarguments, after all, if Zhao Xuran is willing to go along, then just go along, anyway, it won’t be him regretting in the end.

Gong Ruini was also looking forward to seeing Gong Ruzhi’s retreat, knowing there would definitely be a good show afterward.

Ah, how could this be, Gong Jiaxin truly felt regretful, how could this matter end just like that, she really wanted to oppose, but seeing Gong Ruini and the others had no objections, even as the aunt, she could only quietly stay on the side regardless of how regretful she felt.

"Photos, photos." Zhao Xuran gestured for everyone to hurry and take photos, "We need to change into several outfits."

Zhao Xuran was the master photographer today, his wife saying she wanted to take photos of the children, he certainly had no objections, wanting to take many beautiful photos of his daughter, so when she grows up, they can prove she was beautiful from a young age.

But why were there so many outfits to change into, Zhao Xuran was dissatisfied, saying bringing in Gong Ruzhi and Gong Jiaxin for photos was fine.

After all, one is the aunt, the other is the uncle, but why so many outfits, don’t they know this would tire out his son and them?

Not right, Pingping, that kid, has top-notch stamina, he has no thoughts of exhaustion.

Zhao Xuran was really reluctant to tire out his daughter, though her recent check-ups showed her in good health, he would always remember when she was born, so small and skinny, along with her faint cries.

"There’s no need to change so many outfits, is there." Before understanding that Gong Jiaxin had made so many beautiful outfits for his daughter, Zhao Xuran was all kinds of happy.

His daughter should be dressed up nicely, wanting her to experience the things Ni Zi missed out on when she was little.

If he knew that Gong Jiaxin was designing so many outfits as a way to busy his daughter endlessly, Zhao Xuran definitely wouldn’t have been so eager.

At least he wouldn’t have reorganized the terrace again or planned a backdrop.

"Yes, we do." Gong Ruini was actually tired, but with so many pretty clothes, it would be a waste not to put them on An An.

We must understand that, when designing for aesthetics, Gong Jiaxin tailored these clothes according to Pingping and their current physiques.

Wearing them on Pingping and their bunch looks great, but they can’t wear them many times, so now they have to be fitted and act as models.

Zhao Xuran was really surprised by how enthusiastic Gong Ruini was about dressing up the twins.

"Ni Zi, you’re not tired?" Zhao Xuran asked concerned, if his wife wasn’t tired, they could have some fun at night.

If his wife dared say she was tired, he would certainly have to pull her aside for a talk—his wife’s heart and eyes shouldn’t be filled only with their son and daughter.

Clearly, his wife promised before that she wouldn’t favor one over the other.

"Tired, definitely." Gong Ruini was indeed tired, these clothes were really made beautifully, truly moving, but comparatively, dressing the kids wasn’t the same kind of hassle.

Especially considering Pingping and An An were still babies, dressing them was quite an ordeal.

There were many times Gong Ruini genuinely wanted to just drop it, but remembering the money that could be flown in, she bit the bullet.

Zhao Xuran was just about to ask since she was tired, to wrap it up, they couldn’t let his wife and kids be worn out.

As for a certain silly kid who smiled broadly at seeing pretty clothes, Zhao Xuran rudely ignored him.

As long as there are nice clothes, ah, pretty girls, he would always be pleasant, grinning from ear to ear.

Seeing something pretty and entertaining, Zhao Xuran knew he wouldn’t get tired, instead, he would bawl, which Zhao Xuran didn’t mind.

If the son wants to cry, let him, anyway, each cry could be considered as a lung exercise, benefitting his health.

"Wrap up what?" Zhao Xuran’s wife retorted angrily to Zhao Xuran’s constant persuasion to end the shoot, "We need to get these photos taken, and then mail them domestically, whether this children’s clothing brand can be launched all hinges on this."