Song Qing’s execution was remarkably swift. The moment he decided to leave for the police station to “visit” his father, he pushed open the door, only to be cornered in the hallway by Xie Wei.
“H-husband…” The little drama queen lowered his head, not daring to meet Xie Wei’s eyes. He knew there were some things he couldn’t escape from, but he still couldn’t help wanting to avoid them. That was why he had pretended to be busy, finding things to do just to dodge Xie Wei.
Xie Wei frowned, looking down at the distracted Song Qing. His voice was deep as he asked, “Xiao Qing, don’t you have something to tell me?”
Song Qing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and gathered his courage to face reality. “I’m sorry, husband. I’ve been keeping this from you all along. I have such a father… I know I’m not the kind of partner you were looking for, but I still—”
Before he could finish, he was cut off.
“Wait a minute. Who asked about that? Your father is already in custody. I won’t let him interfere with our lives in the future. That’s all there is to it.”
Xie Wei brushed aside the heaviest burden weighing on Song Qing’s heart as if it were nothing. Then, with a dark expression and gritted teeth, he asked, “What I’m asking is—when did you get so close with that grandfather-grandson duo?!”
“Huh?” Song Qing looked at him in shock, momentarily unable to process the topic shift.
Xie Wei emphasized his dissatisfaction. “You’ve never peeled an apple for me, but you eagerly made a fruit platter for him!”
“…Just because of that?”
“You even went to his room and stayed alone with him for a full thirty minutes!”
“…That’s Great-Grandfather.”
“And you’re calling him so affectionately too!”
“……”
Xie Wei’s sharp gaze caught sight of Song Qing’s phone screen displaying a stock trading page. He immediately honed in on the detail. “What’s this? You want to buy stocks?”
“It’s Great-Grandfather who wants to buy them. I was thinking of investing a little alongside him,” Song Qing hesitated before answering.
Xie Wei glanced at the stocks and dismissed them with disdain. “These two stocks have no potential. That so-called Great-Grandfather has shallow foresight and no experience. Following him will only drag you down. If you want to try your hand at investing, I’ll give you some of my shares to play with. Just stay away from them in the future.”
As he spoke, he opened his stock trading app.
But Song Qing had no interest in dealing with him at the moment. He immediately gave a series of perfunctory “Okay, okay, okay” responses before quickly making his escape with the excuse, “I have something to do, I’ll be heading out first. We’ll talk later.” He didn’t give Xie Wei a chance to react at all.
Xie, the award-winning actor, watched as his wife disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving him standing there, staring blankly.
Not long after, Su Weisheng opened his door and stepped out, coincidentally making eye contact with Xie Wei. The moment Xie Wei saw him, his gaze turned hostile, his animosity blatantly obvious.
Xie Wei spoke up with a warning right away. “I don’t care about whatever goes on between you and your grandson, but don’t drag my Xiao Qing into it and fill his head with nonsense.”
Su Weisheng, falsely accused, didn’t rush to explain himself. Instead, he gave Xie Wei a once-over, then slowly shook his head and remarked, “Grandson-in-law, you look absolutely full of resentment—like a neglected little husband who’s been left alone for too long without attention.”
Xie Wei was so furious his face turned green: ???
Damn it! Ever since Song Qing started calling him “Great-Grandfather” too, his own seniority had been demoted to “grandson-in-law”!
In one corner of the villa’s courtyard, there was a rock garden with a koi pond. The weather was nice. Su Weisheng lounged on a recliner, basking in the sun and occasionally tossing food to the fish. Beside him was an unfinished book, Gossiping About the Love and Hatred of Historical Figures. Though it was a dramatized take on history, it used a playful tone to narrate nearly two centuries of historical and technological developments.
So, Su Weisheng seemed rather interested in it.
The chief director had been busy these past two days running the live stream for the neighboring Lu Huanjin group, leaving their villa group under the charge of Assistant Director Chen Kang. However, Assistant Director Chen had been doing everything in his power to avoid Su Weisheng—the walking nuclear bomb who could blow up a livestream with just three sentences. As a result, only the cameraman remained, filming the little Great-Grandfather.
The cameraman had a lively personality and curiously craned his neck toward him. “Little Great-Grandfather, don’t you get mad when you read this book?”
“Why would I be mad?” Su Weisheng glanced at the cover. Nope, he hadn’t picked up the wrong book. It was the one he often read.
The cameraman explained, “This book has terrible reviews online because it fabricates a lot of outrageous stories about historical figures. The most ridiculous one is the claim that, two hundred years ago, the High Priest of the Su Clan, Su Tiao, had an ambiguous relationship with the Emperor of Rui. It says they often shared the same bed, that the Rui Emperor ruled for only twenty years without taking a wife or having children because he was actually ‘mourning’ the High Priest like a widow, and that he eventually died of grief… When this book was published, it was so absurd that both the Emperor’s fans and the Su Clan united to boycott it.”
Su Weisheng didn’t even blink as he calmly agreed, “That is indeed absurd.”
“Right?!” The cameraman was indignant. “The author has it out for the High Priest, and the publisher is just turning a blind eye! They keep reprinting and selling it non-stop!”
Have it out for him? Eh, not really. If anything, they seem to have more of a grudge against the Rui Emperor.
Su Weisheng mused silently—damn, they even wrote that he mourned like a widow and died of grief? If that guy ever heard such nonsense, he’d probably react just like Su Weisheng himself—by kicking open his coffin lid and storming out.
… If that guy could come back to life, his first move would probably be to kill him first.
Back then, the world was in chaos, and Su Weisheng needed to support a wise ruler to take the throne. But since he had gotten a little too good at killing, he had wiped out every single warlord vying for power. At the time, he had been entirely focused on completing his job-change quest, so he went ahead and tricked one unlucky fool into ascending the throne. To seal the deal, he even pulled off a romance scam, promising that once he became a god, he’d take the guy with him so they could spend eternity together.
And the result? He failed his job-change and fell into eternal slumber.
As for what happened to that poor fool afterward, Su Weisheng had no idea—but there was no way he died of grief. That guy wasn’t that pathetic. If anything, it was more likely that he had stormed over to dig up Su Weisheng’s grave and whip his corpse.
With these thoughts in mind, Su Weisheng flipped through the book again.
When he reached the last page, he suddenly came across an old, yellowed illustration. It depicted the solitary back of an emperor, his head tilted upward, staring at something unknown.
Su Weisheng dazedly thought back—he had actually taken a photo back then. Though the photography technology of the time was blurry at best, that poor fool had liked it enough to keep it in the palace.
Ah, how shameful.
Su Weisheng mused to himself—should he maybe set up a memorial tablet and burn some incense for the guy later?
“Great-Grandfather, it’s done—!”
Before long, Song Qing came skipping back, practically beaming with excitement as he sought praise.
Su Weisheng snapped out of his thoughts and sat up with interest. Looking at the phone Song Qing held out, he asked, “Which one did he pick?”
Song Qing pulled up a chair beside him and animatedly described the scene. “Just like you suggested, I went in and started off with a heartfelt confession, telling my dad that everything before was my fault. Then I said I wanted to make it up to him by sending him money and even buying stocks for him. I asked which one he wanted… and guess what? He didn’t pick either! I almost burst out laughing—what kind of luck is that?!”
Not picking either meant that those two stocks were very likely to have great future prospects.
He paused, then suddenly sighed and added, “But honestly, I feel bad for my Ah Wei. I showed my dad the stocks Ah Wei bought, and guess what? He immediately said he wanted that one.”
Good lord.
A stock personally approved by the King of Bad Luck? That thing was practically destined to hit rock bottom!
Su Weisheng and Song Qing exchanged deeply sympathetic looks.
Song Qing said, “It’s fine. I’ll talk him into selling it quickly—no big deal. But, Great-Grandfather, listen! I really came prepared this time. Besides stocks, I also dug up a list of upcoming film and TV projects that the industry is looking to invest in. I showed them to him to see which ones he thought had potential…”
As he spoke, he rattled off several IPs, among them the web novel Jiang Yimian was preparing to sell the rights to. Song Qing was absolutely certain as he declared, “My dad loved them all. So, we need to stay far away from these IPs.”
The cameraman, who had been quietly listening from the side, was stunned. He couldn’t help but lean in and ask, “Why would it be a disaster just because your dad likes them?”
“Because yesterday, I activated my ‘Father-Dooming Mole’—ah, no, I mean my ‘Fortune-Making Mole!’” Song Qing vowed with conviction, “As long as I go against my dad’s choices, I will make money. So it should definitely be called the ‘Fortune-Making Mole.’”
The cameraman: “…” What kind of superstitious nonsense is this? And why do you guys believe in it so much?!
Shaking his head regretfully, Song Qing sighed and complained to his great-grandfather, “Such a shame, though. I wanted to keep exploiting the loophole and ask him a few more things, but I think he caught on that I was messing with him. Before I could ask anything else, he flipped out and kicked me out while cursing me the whole way…”
Su Weisheng, ever composed, offered some gentle wisdom. “You’ve already gotten enough. Relying on your ‘Father-Dooming Mole’ to make money creates a karmic debt. But since he owes you far more, this just balances the scales. If you take too much, though, you’ll end up owing him instead—it wouldn’t be worth it.”
Song Qing was deeply moved. Eyes brimming with tears, he looked at his great-grandfather and worriedly asked, “Then… since you helped me activate my ‘Father-Dooming Mole,’ will you also end up with a karmic debt?”
“Yes,” Su Weisheng replied.
Song Qing’s heart clenched. Gritting his teeth, he said painfully, “Then forget it. I’ll just… get the mole removed.”
“No need,” Su Weisheng replied matter-of-factly. “I can owe as much as I want. It’s not like I’m ever going to pay it back.”
Everyone: ???
That confident, huh?!
Of course, Su Weisheng wasn’t the least bit concerned. With all the karmic debts he had racked up, what was Old Man Song in comparison?
He had scammed everyone from the underworld’s Judge of Fate to former emperors, his own hapless older brother, and countless descendants. Had he ever paid any of them back? Absolutely not. Please—why did they think he was working so hard on his career switch to become a celestial star lord? Obviously, it was because he had too many creditors and needed a promotion for self-preservation.
Still, just to be cautious, Su Weisheng and Song Qing diversified their investments, spreading their money across several stocks instead of putting all their eggs in one basket.
Meanwhile, although Song Qing was pleased, he was also a bit troubled—because his dear husband, Xie Wei, refused to sell his shares. He was convinced that Song Qing had been tricked by the sly great-grandfather and grandson duo.
Xie Wei swore to expose their true colors and reclaim his one and only wife!
So, on the first day the livestream resumed, the atmosphere in the tea room was thick with gunpowder. Just like before, they sat facing each other in silence. The tension was suffocating—so much so that even the sound of breathing was deafening. It felt less like a casual gathering and more like a full-on silent duel.
Only the chaotic netizens were still having a blast making memes:
【Finally, the livestream is back! Checking in!】
【So, do we still have the summoning-little-ghosts segment today? If not, I’m leaving.】
【So nice, I love this atmosphere. As long as Su Zhaocai doesn’t speak, he’s my beloved mute groom.】
【Eh? Why do I suddenly feel like Song Qing’s face shape has changed a little? I can’t put my finger on what’s different, though.】
【AHHHH, LITTLE GREAT-GRANDFATHER! (screaming) (licking the screen) (crawling in twisted motions) (climbing onto the table next to him) (stealing chocolate candies) (foaming at the mouth) (relentlessly continuing to crawl) (writhing) (stealing sips of his brewed green tea) (pouring the green tea into Little Drama King’s milk) (waiting for him to scream)】
【Wait, what’s happening? Why did Little Drama Queen actually put green tea in his milk?!】
【Holy crap, is he crazy? Isn’t that undrinkable?!】
In the tea room, Song Qing, who had been habitually mixing green tea into his milk, suddenly froze. Crap. He had gotten so used to feeding this to Little Great-Grandfather that he completely forgot they were live. Oh no, my carefully crafted persona is crumbling.
Thankfully, no one called him out on it.
Song Qing calmly set the teapot down, pretending nothing had happened. But before he could fully play it off, his husband shot him an incredulous look.
Xie Wei: “Do they bully you into drinking this every day when I’m not home?”
Song Qing coughed weakly, putting on a delicate act. “No, Little Great-Grandfather is very good to me. I just suddenly realized that drinking more green tea is beneficial for my health. Please don’t be mad, and definitely don’t misunderstand Great-Grandfather. It would make him sad.”
Xie Wei: “Who would be sad?”
【???】
【Little Drama Queen is at it again with his tea act.】
【Something about this feels off… Why do I feel like he’s protecting the rival side, Little Great-Grandfather, while throwing shade at his own husband?】
Song Qing also realized what he had just said. He quickly coughed twice, lowered his head, and weakly changed the subject. “No, I meant that if I stay unwell for too long, it’ll make you sad. I want to take better care of myself sooner.”
Xie Wei: “…Is that so.”
【HAHAHAHA I’m dying! Mr. Xie, don’t believe him! I swear your wife wasn’t saying that just now—he was literally siding with Little Great-Grandfather and roasting you!】
【WTF is going on? How can a green tea act even betray its own side?! Don’t tell me those two really summoned ghosts or something.】
【Creepy… this is getting too creepy…】
Seeing the chat flooded with “summoning ghosts” jokes, the assistant director cursed Su Weisheng in his heart for always causing chaos in the live stream. He quickly had the mods clear the chat and instructed staff to keep an eye on the comments—anyone taking the joke too far would be muted.
Meanwhile, the host swiftly shifted the topic and guided the show back on track. “It looks like everyone has a deep appreciation for food! Well, today’s activity just so happens to be food-related. To strengthen neighborhood bonds, each guest will cook one dish. The menu must include meat, vegetables, a staple dish, and a soup. Together, we’ll prepare dinner. How does that sound?”
The four of them stared blankly at the host, leaving him completely bewildered.
Then, Su Weisheng turned to his great-great-grandson and asked, “Do you know how to cook?”
Su Ran: “…Bai Song knows how to cook.”
Su Weisheng: “Well, now’s a good time for you to learn.”
Great-great-grandson: “…” Clenching fists.
Meanwhile, in the other group, Song Qing struck first. He lowered his head sadly. “I’m sorry, hubby… I can’t cook. I’m so useless. I can’t help you with anything.”
Xie Wei immediately comforted him in a soft voice. “You don’t have to know how to cook. The production team is just making things difficult on purpose. It’s not your fault, don’t worry—I’ll figure something out!”
The host was speechless, staring at the two of them with an indescribable expression. What do you mean the production team is making things difficult for you? Is that really something you should be saying out loud? Best Actor, your emotional intelligence doesn’t seem much higher than this top idol’s…
Three minutes later, the camera slowly transitioned from the tea lounge to the dining area.
Su Weisheng sat leisurely on a barstool, one long leg crossed over the other, swinging lazily. He flipped through a cookbook and quickly picked out a few simple, foolproof dishes. “Tomato and egg stir-fry, garlic green beans, cola chicken wings, stir-fried pork… Plus steamed rice and pork rib soup. This should all be done in about an hour.”
Two heads leaned in to look at the recipe along with him. One mumbled, “Then I’ll handle steaming the rice. You two do the rest.” The other instinctively grumbled, “I don’t like eating eggs…”
Su Weisheng glanced at Song Qing. “Acting up again? You sure like seafood feasts. Can you cook them?”
Little Drama Queen Song shrank his neck and obediently changed his tune. “I misspoke. I don’t like seafood. I love scrambled eggs—simple and delicious.”
Su Ran sneered. Good thing I’m smart. See? That’s what happens when you run your mouth too much.
“Who said we can’t have seafood?”
Xie Wei walked out, holding a crab, and shot a disdainful look at the two putting on a show. He said firmly, “You two ancestors can go ahead and make your scrambled eggs and steamed rice. But I won’t let my partner suffer. If he wants seafood, I’ll cook it for him. Tonight, our team’s dish will be spicy crab stew!” His tone was powerful, the perfect image of a devoted husband.
He then waited expectantly for his little drama queen to look up at him with admiration and excitement—but got nothing.
Instead, the ever-cooperative Song Qing hesitated, blinked, and softly asked, “Hubby… I remember you don’t know how to cook either, right? Spicy crab stew sounds really hard… Don’t always try to take everything on yourself. We need to have team spirit.”
Xie Wei’s face froze in disbelief. …??? Did you just ignore my heroic moment and accuse me of not having team spirit?!
Meanwhile, the livestream chat had already lost it.
【HAHAHAHA holy shit, Xie Wei’s face looks like he’s thinking, ‘I stood up for you and you’re BACKSTABBING ME?!’】
【Xie Wei: This is the first time I’ve ever thought green tea could taste so bitter.】
【To be fair, spicy crab stew isn’t something a kitchen newbie should just dive into. It’s way too easy to turn into a disaster.】
【The real question isn’t about the crab stew—it’s about what kind of magic Little Ancestor has. Why is Little Drama Queen so obedient under his watch?!】
Song Qing cleared his throat awkwardly and, under his husband’s furious glare, struggled to salvage the situation. “What I meant was… I’m a little hungry. Maybe we should just make something simple.”
Xie Wei was about to explode. Face dark, he gritted his teeth and forced out a few words. “Spicy crab stew isn’t that hard. I’m making you the perfect spicy crab stew feast today—just you wait!”
Saying this, his murderous gaze swept toward Su Weisheng. Target locked.
Song Qing looked utterly devastated.
Su Weisheng, on the other hand, remained completely calm—even clapping in encouragement. “Alright, good luck.” Then, he handed the recipe book to Su Ran. “Alright, go cook.”
The great-grandson hesitated. “Which dish?”
“All of them. Everything I just listed.”
Su Ran’s face turned green. He’d planned to half-ass it with just one dish, but now? Damn it! It was all Xie Wei’s fault!
And so, the live stream audience watched in stunned silence as Little Ancestor casually gave orders from the bar counter while his top-tier great-grandson worked like a dog in the kitchen, occasionally letting out tragic howls of, “What kind of shitty show is this?! I swear I’m quitting the entertainment industry!”
Meanwhile, the Best Actor Couple was just as ridiculous. Xie Wei was learning how to cook spicy crab stew from a Baidu tutorial, while Song Qing stood beside him as his assistant, his face filled with utter despair. Every now and then, he would throw pleading glances toward Little Ancestor’s direction.
Save me—save me—
An hour later, the great-grandson, having been guided by Little Ancestor, managed to produce four dishes and a soup. Then, he glanced at the other side, where Bext Actor Xie proudly brought out a pot of… something. Something completely black.
At that moment, all of Su Ran’s grievances vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of superiority.
Holy shit. He had successfully cooked four dishes, while Xie Wei had made… whatever that was. Compared to him, Su Ran suddenly felt like a culinary god.
Brimming with self-satisfaction, he clicked his tongue and shook his head at the pot of culinary horror. “What is this even supposed to be? Teacher Xie, maybe you should just throw it out. I made four dishes and a soup—I can share with you.”
“I don’t need it!” Xie Wei slammed the pot down on the table, face dark as night. He declared firmly, “It just doesn’t look good. That doesn’t mean it won’t taste good. I promised to make Xiao Qing a seafood meal, and I delivered.”
Little Drama Queen was already in tears. Not from gratitude—from despair.
And yet, through his tears, he still had to play along with his husband’s pride. “Y-yeah… it smells pretty good. Thank you, Ah Wei. Let’s eat together.”
#StubbornToTheBitterEnd#
#StubbornAsHell
#DamnCompetitiveStreakStrikesAgain
That night, in the middle of the night, Su Weisheng was watching TV downstairs when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps at the top of the stairs.
Moments later, Song Qing bolted past, clutching his stomach, making a beeline for the guest bathroom.
Su Weisheng tilted his head in confusion. There’s a bathroom upstairs…
Oh. Right.
The upstairs bathroom was probably occupied—by none other than Xie Wei, considering how much the best actor had eaten.
How tragic.
He really didn’t understand why everyone insisted on being so stubborn. First, Su Ran and Song Qing had been too proud to admit they were terrified while slapping talismans on doors. Now, Best Actor Xie had force-fed his husband dark cuisine just to prove his wife-protecting dominance.
Still, the little drama queen was kind of cute.
Thinking this, Su Weisheng asked a staff member for a box of stomach medicine, intending to bring it over.
Song Qing must have been in too much of a hurry—he hadn’t even properly closed the bathroom door. As Su Weisheng approached, he caught a glimpse through the crack.
Inside, Song Qing was hunched over, furiously typing on his phone. His fingers flew across the screen with such force and speed it looked like he was trying to break the device.
“You need medicine?” Su Weisheng asked casually.
Song Qing was so engrossed in his frantic texting that he jolted in shock at the sudden voice—his phone slipping from his hands and clattering to the floor.
Su Weisheng glanced down and saw the post displayed on Song Qing’s phone:
【Title: My Sugar Daddy Husband Keeps Getting Jealous of My Idol. What Do I Do? It’s So Annoying. Every Time, I Can’t Help but Tea Him.
Background: As everyone knows, my sugar daddy husband loves drama queens and green tea types. Back when I wanted to win his heart, I secretly trained myself—transforming from a blunt, straightforward guy into a master of delicate, tea-scented dramatics. At this point, the skill is practically engraved into my soul.
But recently, I got a new idol. I’ve mentioned him before—he looks younger than me, but his seniority is off the charts. Absolute god-tier visuals. Dominant presence. Unparalleled stage control. The moment I stand in front of him, I can’t even act dramatic—I get completely suppressed.
At first, I refused to accept it.
But then, in just one day, he solved the 20-year-old mess that was my idiot dad and made me rich. From that moment on, I was utterly convinced.
Honestly? He feels more like my dad than my actual dad. Sometimes, when he lectures me, I even get this warm, fatherly love I’ve never experienced before.
But my dumbass husband?
For some reason, he keeps getting jealous of his father-in-law. He goes against my idol-dad at every turn. It’s driving me insane. Every time he picks a fight with my idol-dad, I can’t help but tea him. Tea him. Tea him.
The green tea skills I originally learned for him are now exclusively used against him.
I wasn’t even a green tea type before! Does this count as workplace injury?!
In conclusion: I am very annoyed.
Obviously, my sugar daddy husband can’t win against my idol-dad. But I can’t keep suffering through his dark cuisine and getting food poisoning either, right?!】
Su Weisheng scanned the post at lightning speed, quickly finishing the entire thing.
After a brief moment of shock, Song Qing quickly snapped back to his senses. He yanked up his pants, scrambled to grab his phone, and stuffed it into his pocket as he stammered, practically in tears, “Listen, I can explain! I… I fucking… I…”
Wait.
Why was the little grandfather acting so calm?
Suspicious, Song Qing looked at Su Weisheng. “Did you see what was written on the screen?”
Su Weisheng responded matter-of-factly, “Of course I did. I’m not blind.”
“Then why aren’t you reacting?!” Song Qing was in utter disbelief.
Su Weisheng shrugged and mercilessly laid down the truth. “I wasn’t going to tell you this, but since we’re already here… I’ve seen it before. Next time, don’t flash your phone screen so obviously when you’re scrolling. It’s hard not to see.”
As he spoke, he smoothly took the phone from Song Qing’s hand, opened the search history, and revealed a long list of entries—‘How to Train Yourself Into a Top-Tier Green Tea’ neatly lined up one after another.
Song Qing’s face froze.
Su Weisheng: “I saw it on the first day of the livestream.”
Song Qing: “……………………” Dead. Do not mourn.
Excuse me? Are they having this conversation while Green Tea is on the toilet with his pants down??? Is the toilet flushed? Did he wash his hand? 😭
how many more grandkids is he gonna collect before the novel is over lol he has 3!!!