Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

Bai Xin drove a Porsche Panamera, a 3.0T model in blue. Uncle, naturally, wouldn't skimp on the gift.

It had a dealership price of 1.5 million yuan.

"An'an."

Chen An'an stepped out with a cheerful pace, exhibiting her own unique buffoonish character.

"Bai, Auntie Peiyao."

Jiang Peiyao also giggled, pulling out a small gift she made for her from her bag.

It wasn't anything of great value, just a token of affection.

She rustled it up herself.

Chen An'an absolutely adored it, and with exaggerated movements, she ran her little hands through her slightly curly black hair.

"Thank you, Auntie Peiyao."

"An'an, why did you suddenly ask us to come pick you up?"

"I just didn't want to go with Dad."

After Chen An'an got into Bai Xin's car, she said, "Dad wants me to lose weight, and today I went to the school's electronic scale to weigh myself, and that stupid scale showed I gained another two pounds."

"I'm going to buy an electronic scale that will weigh me as thinner."

Chen An'an huffed, wishing she could go back to school and smash that stupid scale.

Bai Xin and Jiang Peiyao were both dumbfounded — was gaining weight not about eating too much?

Chen An'an didn't have the woes of losing weight; she was simply considering her dad's promise that for every pound she lost, she would be rewarded with 200,000 yuan.

Having gained two pounds, wouldn't she forfeit her pocket money and even owe some back?

Bai Xin asked her, "An'an, have you been eating a lot lately?"

"Not really," Chen An'an replied, "Just the usual two or three bowls of food, then some chocolate, cherries, and stuff after meals. I think I'm already controlling it very hard."

Sure, your version of 'controlling' is just different from everyone else's.

Chen An'an sat in the back of the car, pointing to the road ahead — she heard from a classmate that there was a barbecue restaurant up ahead that was especially delicious.

Especially their lamb skewers, so fragrant and tantalizing.

Bai Xin followed her directions, winding this way and that, finally resorting to the GPS to find it.

With its log cabin decor, the restaurant wasn't large, but it was bustling with customers.

Chen An'an burst in excitedly, grabbed a menu, and started marking all over it.

She was treating, so everyone could order whatever they wanted.

It was a pity, really, that the family's little sister was still at the breastfeeding stage; they'd have to wait until she was a bit older to bring her here to enjoy the barbecue delicacies.

"Hurry up, Bai and Auntie Peiyao."

Chen An'an passed the menu over to the two of them.

Is there even any space left to order, or have you already marked it full?

"An'an, can you really eat all that?"

Bai Xin felt it might be wasteful, but Chen An'an laughed loudly, "If we can't finish it, we can always take it home for Dad, right?"

There you go, packing up leftovers for Dad.

That's some filial piety, unmatched.

Barbecue isn't like stir-fried dishes, where a slightly larger crowd can slow down service significantly.

Not to mention they'd ordered so much.

Chen An'an felt a bit cramped as a little chubby boy behind her kept bumping into her, which was mildly infuriating.

She decisively shifted a bit away.

But the little chubby boy moved closer again, making a face at her.

If I wasn't so hungry, I'd definitely treat you to a round of Praying Mantis Fist.

Chen An'an was now only interested in eating and paid no mind to anything else.

That little chubby boy wasn't just mischievous — if he wasn't bumping into her, he was scattering napkins all over.

The people sitting around him all looked on with distaste.

His mother was quite a character too, glaring at those who looked at them askance and saying, "What are you staring at? My child is still young."

Even Bai Xin couldn't help but snort at her, as napkins flew about, pulled out one after another.

The more disgusting incident was yet to come, as there was a public seasoning area with several communal spoons.

After the little chubby boy ran over, he shockingly put one of the spoons in his mouth and licked it.

This absolutely infuriated Chen An'an, who couldn't bear it any longer, "Little Fatty, didn't your mom teach you that you can't eat off the communal spoons?"

Little Fatty didn't care at all, sticking his tongue out at her and even pushing her.

Chen An'an took up a fighting stance, her Praying Mantis Fist wasn't for nothing — she kicked out, and Little Fatty ended up on the ground, bawling.

The two were about the same age, six or seven years old.

But Little Fatty seemed not to have expected that a similarly plump buddy would dare to kick him.

Now Chen An'an was triumphant, as it was the first time she had used her peerless martial arts in actual combat.

She hadn't expected to be this powerful.

"Fatty, do you admit defeat?"

"Wow~ I don't, I'm going to have my mom beat you to death."

Little Fatty had barely cried out for his mother when Chen An'an, undeterred, prepared to kick him again when a ruthless slap landed on her face.

Flushed red.

Chen An'an was stunned herself, and Bai Xin, having just run over, was even more bewildered, followed by towering rage.

She grabbed the woman's hair and began to fight.

Reasoning was futile; if Uncle found out that An'an had been hit by a woman while out with her, there would be hell to pay.

The two women ended up grappling together.

Chen An'an, her little face turning a shade of iron, once again got ready and charged at the woman to hit her.

Now she abandoned all techniques—it was just a wild scramble.

"You've got some nerve, hitting my son."

Seeing that Little Fatty was no longer crying, Chen An'an kicked him again, and he was able to cry for a good while longer, sobbing.

The owner came out quickly and pulled everyone apart.

The woman still pompously threatened to call the police and said she would have them all locked up, among other things.

In essence, she was portraying herself as someone with a powerful background, indicating they had stirred up trouble with the wrong person today.

Feeling that the slap she'd received couldn't go unanswered, Chen An'an seized the moment while the woman was ranting carelessly and landed a hefty slap on her face.

A clear "smack" echoed crisply.

"It was clearly your son who started it with me, and here you are, having the nerve to yell at people."

The woman seemed to have some minor connections, but at that moment she was trembling with anger because she had been struck by a little girl.

"You people, you've got some nerve. Do you know who the kid's father is?"

"I advise you to think carefully before saying what comes next."

Chen Pingsheng had arrived, thanks to a message from Jiang Peiyao, informing him they were here eating barbecue.

"Brother-in-law."

"Uncle."

"Dad," huffed Chen An'an as she ran to her father's side.

After a nod from Chen Pingsheng, he turned to the ranting woman and said, "If you shut up now, it's still just a matter between two children. If you dare to say another word, it will become a matter between two families."

"I warn you, think it through before you speak."

Chen Pingsheng still possessed a certain demeanor, having been young and brawny, and now overseeing multiple companies.

Trying to be ordinary was not an option for him.

The woman's mouth twitched twice as if she wanted to say something but was too intimidated to speak.

Meanwhile, Little Fatty was still whimpering and crying for revenge.

Chen Pingsheng, of course, would not bother arguing with a little brat. He looked at the owner: "I'm sorry for the trouble my daughter has caused. Regardless of how much the bill is today, please let me cover it."

"Okay, alright…" The owner, a large-sized man from the Northeast.

If it had been adults instead of kids fighting, he could have knocked one out with a single slap.

But seeing how reasonable the young girl's parent was, he became more amenable.

Chen Pingsheng and Chen An'an left.

Once they were gone, the woman stood up again and began to rant frantically, as if to reclaim her dignity.

She cursed as offensively as possible, until some people could no longer bear to listen.

"Shut it, you got lucky because those people didn't bother with you."

"You're full of it, do you know who my child's father is?" the woman retorted, still defiant.

"I may not know who your kid's father is, but if you're not blind, just go outside and see what kind of car those people were driving. Even if it's parked in the middle of the road, few would dare to ticket it."

"You're full of it."

"I'm not the one full of it here. The black one, that's their car that just left. Open your damn eyes and look closely. It's a Mercedez-Benz Brabus G-Class, the real deal in off-roading starting at 6.8 million. Unless you live in the Imperial Palace, how could you run into someone who drives that kind of car?"

The woman was dumbfounded. Her child's father was impressive indeed, but he was just a minor manager in a big company.

An annual salary of a few hundred thousand was quite decent in Capital City.

"And let me remind you, the woman you hit earlier drives a Panamera. You should count yourself lucky she hasn't bothered with you. You want to talk about revenge? Can you even afford it?"

The woman felt utterly humiliated. Seeing her son still sitting on the ground crying foolishly, she slapped him furiously.

If it weren't for this mischievous kid, would she have to suffer such a huge embarrassment?