[Xiao Xiao, wake up! You're just a three-year-old kid, why are you acting like the head of the family!]
[Xiao Xiao's mouth... I suddenly have a bad feeling about this. Can't you learn something decent?]
[Having a wife and children like that, I'd really like to interview President Fu feelings...]
Fu Xiaoxiao looked up at the staff member, her delicate features wrinkled, her cheeks puffed out, and she had a very disapproving expression.
Staff: "..."
Now is not the time to worry about whether Su Huaiming will be scared and cry. The staff member bent down and took Fu Xiaoxiao's little hand. "It's getting late. I'll take you to find your father. Don't keep him waiting."
Fu Xiaoxiao wanted to rest a little longer, but after imagining her stepfather crying in fear, she sighed deeply, looking quite helpless, almost as if she could just say, "I really can't do anything with him."
Su Huaiming wasn't worried at all. With so many staff members guarding the area, it was quite an achievement for Fu Xiaoxiao to get lost!
Su Huaiming had only waited a minute when he received a call from the director, informing him that Fu Xiaoxiao had gone to buy food with the staff.
When Su Huaiming answered the phone, his eyes were slightly lowered, and he looked worried.
Zhou Hanyan looked at him, hesitating whether to comfort Su Huaiming.
He was a hater of Su Huaiming, arguably the person who disliked Su Huaiming the most. Asking him to comfort Su Huaiming was truly like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken.
After spending these few days together, his feelings for Su Huaiming became very complicated. Although he was quite certain that he was still a hater, he no longer had the initial hostility towards Su Huaiming. Moreover, Su Huaiming got along very well with him and was a nice person who had helped him many times.
Zhou Hanyan took a deep breath, silently apologized to Xiao Kaicheng a few times, and vowed that she was still a loyal fan before saying to Su Huaiming, "There are staff members watching over Xiao Xiao, so there won't be any problems. We'll see Xiao Xiao in a little while, so don't worry."
"I'm not worried." Su Huaiming turned his head, his eyes bright and clear, brimming with excitement, and asked, "Shall we go try the rides over there?"
Zhou Hanyan: Huh?!
Su Huaiming continued, "I just asked, and they'll be back in at least 15 minutes. That's plenty of time. Instead of standing here, we might as well go have some fun."
"..." Zhou Hanyan said with difficulty, "But aren't you worried since you haven't seen Xiao Xiao?"
"What's there to worry about? Xiao Xiao just went out to eat with someone, he's not really lost." Su Huaiming shrugged, seemingly a little troubled. "I've been keeping an eye on him every day lately, and now he finally has some free time."
Su Huaiming urged, "Hurry up, or Xiao Xiao will be back soon."
Zhou Hanyan was pulled away by Su Huaiming in a daze, watching his back with very complicated feelings.
This was the first time he had ever met this type of parent; it was very strange.
Su Huaiming, completely oblivious to his feelings, continued muttering to himself, "We played this secretly; Xiao Xiao doesn't know. We'll probably be able to play another ride when he gets back."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Hanyan slipped and nearly fell.
This was the first time he had ever seen a parent trying to outwit their three-year-old son. "You have this brain, can't you do something useful?"
Zhou Hanyan was practically overflowing with complaints, so much so that he didn't even notice that the next attraction Su Huaiming had brought him was the disco turntable.
Seats are located around the carousel. As rhythmic music plays, the carousel begins to spin, and visitors need to hold on tightly to the railings on both sides to avoid being thrown off.
Su Huaiming gripped the railing tightly with great interest, while Zhou Hanyan seemed lost in thought, only subconsciously mimicking Su Huaiming's gesture and grabbing the chair.
Reality quickly taught him a lesson.
The music had just started when the turntable, as if it had an epileptic seizure, began shaking and tumbling incessantly without warning.
Zhou Hanyan was thrown upside down, lying on her back, her body sliding forward involuntarily.
Before he could react, he felt himself being lifted into the air and spun around on the ground.
??????! Help!!
Zhou Hanyan didn't even know how he got off his seat and rolled to the center of the disc. Another man had the same unfortunate experience.
The two exchanged a glance, then turned away, both feeling extremely awkward.
The turntable kept spinning, and Zhou Hanyan had a bad feeling. She scrambled toward the seat, but there was no support under her feet. The turntable went up and down and kept spinning. Zhou Hanyan could only change her movements in rhythm with the turntable, trying to keep her balance.
Large beads of sweat appeared on Zhou Hanyan's forehead. If he fell, he would probably roll to the other side and hit someone.
The scene was terrifying. Just thinking about it gave Zhou Hanyan goosebumps, and he dared not relax his vigilance.
He was so focused on keeping his balance that he didn't pay attention to his own movements. He only noticed that the other guy was doing something very ecstatic, constantly raising his arms and tossing his hair, like he was dancing at a disco.
Suddenly, applause and shouts came from outside the venue.
Go for it, street dance champion!
"This is no more exciting than a street dance competition!"
"Stop fighting, go fight in the dance studio!!"
Zhou Hanyan: "..."
He then noticed that his body was swaying wildly, and he even attempted a Moonwalk that required considerable skill.
Zhou Hanyan's face flushed red, his brain felt congested, and heat surged up his neck, making him wish he could bury his head in his collar and never see anyone again.
Fortunately, the swirl of the turntable gradually decreased, Zhou Hanyan seized the opportunity, darting forward and finally returning to his original position.
He had just breathed a sigh of relief when the turntable suddenly tilted to one side, and Zhou Hanyan's body was suddenly thrown forward, sliding down continuously, his pants even rubbing against the seat with a "sizzling" sound.
No—no!!
Time seemed to slow down. Zhou Hanyan stared in horror, his hands flailing forward, his expression contorted in terror.
Just as he was about to slide completely off the seat, his body suddenly stopped moving.
Zhou Hanyan was taken aback. He looked up and saw Su Huaiming huddled in the seat, one hand gripping the railing tightly and the other hand clutching his clothes.
Su Huaiming actually saved him.
Zhou Hanyan with mixed feelings, but in such a short time, he couldn't understand his own emotions and could only crawl forward using both his hands and feet.
Just then, the turntable spun at an extremely fast speed. The centrifugal force made Zhou Hanyan dizzy and disoriented. He slipped, his body rolled over, and he landed hard on his buttocks on the ground.
Su Huaiming was still clutching his clothes tightly, the collar pulled up so high it was stuck on his Adam's apple, making Zhou Hanyan's face turn ashen.
In a daze, Zhou Hanyan thought he was going to die on the spot, and in such a ridiculous and embarrassing position.
He grabbed Su Huaiming's collar with one hand behind his back, stretched out the other, and desperately pulled forward, signaling Su Huaiming to let go.
Su Huaiming realized the problem, apologized, and immediately let go of his hand.
Fresh air rushed into his lungs through his nostrils, and his mind became clearer. Before Zhou Hanyan could even feel relieved that he wasn't suffocating, he took a series of unsteady steps, rolled on the ground, and collapsed onto the other seat.
Su Huaiming looked up, gasped, and felt that this Zhou Hanyan, so he quickly looked away.
Zhou Hanyan rolled around on the other side, turning all the tourists into his cushions, squeezing them together under his weight. Zhou Hanyan crawled and rolled on the seats, even doing handstands and hooking his feet on the railings – some of the more difficult moves.
The tourists over there looked at Zhou Hanyan with fear in their eyes, as if silently crying out, "Don't come any closer!"
The viewers in the live stream were laughing so hard they almost choked.
I'm sorry to have met you this way.
Zhou Hanyan has some dance background.
[Haha, this is hilarious! I suggest Zhou Hanyan to a different planet.]
[I wonder how big Zhou Hanyan's psychological trauma is, haha]
[I've played this before. I held on very well at first, but then I laughed so hard I lost my grip and almost fell off.]
When the turntable returned to calm, Zhou Hanyan didn't even dare to raise his head. He simply said an apology hastily, then scurried across the turntable and returned to Su Huaiming's side.
As soon as Zhou Hanyan sat down, even more exaggerated turns and rolls followed.
Zhou Hanyan never wanted to relive that scene again. He clung tightly to the railing, but his body was still being jolted about. He felt dizzy and his brain was spinning.
This time, Zhou Hanyan didn't harm anyone else, but the target became Su Huaiming.
Zhou Hanyan kicked her leg high, and her shoe flew out, just grazing Su Huaiming's forehead.
Su Huaiming's head hit the back of the seat, his head tilted back, completely unaware of what had happened. His expression was innocent and aggrieved, with a hint of red at the corners of his eyes.
Zhou Hanyan felt like he wanted to die. He wished he could kneel down and apologize to Su Huaiming immediately, but the spinning wheel wouldn't allow him to make any unnecessary movements.
The game only lasted five minutes, but for Zhou Hanyan it felt like an eternity. When the spinning wheel stopped, Zhou Hanyan stared blankly at the wheel, his expression empty, his eyes devoid of light, as if all his energy had been drained away.
Su Huaiming was also dizzy from the jolting, with a red mark on his forehead from being hit, and he got off the turntable in a daze.
Before the two could compose themselves, they saw a staff member leading Fu Xiaoxiao towards them from a distance.
From their perspective, Su Huaiming's eyes were red, as if he had been crying, and his once neatly styled hair was now fluffy, with a few strands sticking up playfully.
Zhou Hanyan in a worse state than Su Huaiming; he was dazed and his shoulders slumped, looking more like someone who had lost a child.
Fu Xiaoxiao stood in front of the two of them, let out a long sigh, turned to look at the staff, and seemed to say with her eyes, "See? My stepfather is definitely crying."
The staff were also shocked and hurriedly comforted Su Huaiming and Zhou Hanyan, afraid that the two of them would burst into tears in front of him.
Fu Xiaoxiao never expected that the two adults would be so useless, getting so scared just from getting lost!
He walked helplessly between them, took Su Huaiming and Zhou Hanyan's hands, and with a serious expression, lectured them. "Will you dare to do this again?"
Su Huaiming and Zhou Hanyan both thought Fu Xiaoxiao was referring to the game they had just played. Neither of them could speak, nor did they dare to look at each other, and could only gaze at the sky.
Fu Xiaoxiao had always thought of himself as a man, capable of anything. He was already convinced that "his father was lost," and Su Huaiming and Zhou Hanyan's behavior only strengthened his belief. He sighed like a little adult, as if Su Huaiming and Zhou Hanyan were hopeless cases.
Zhou Hanyan's brain was completely scrambled, and he was in a daze, immersed in his own world, subconsciously following behind Su Huaiming.
Seeing that the agreed time was approaching but they were still moving so slowly, Su Huaiming wanted to find a means of transportation.
He looked around and spotted a row of pink toy trains.
This is designed for children; it has a cartoonish design, but the seating space is limited, and adults with long legs cannot fit comfortably.
However, it has a high safety factor, can withstand a weight of over 200 kilograms, and adults can accompany children when they go to play.
Su Huaiming went over to ask the driver and learned that they could take him to the meeting point. He then turned to Fu Xiaoxiao and Zhou Hanyan and asked for their opinion, "Shall we take this?"
Zhou Hanyan disliked anything pink and was about to refuse when she suddenly remembered something, looked up at Su Huaiming, and asked, "Do you want to sit here?"
Su Huaiming didn't explain further, he just nodded.
Fu Xiaoxiao frowned, looking at the pink and tender little train with a conflicted expression.
He doesn't like sitting in this; it doesn't suit his manly image. But his weak and helpless stepfather gets scared and cries just from getting lost. If he refuses, his stepfather will probably cry too.
Fu Xiaoxiao then turned to look at the dazed Zhou Hanyan, thinking that this adult was even more unreliable and would probably be scared to tears as well.
Fu Xiaoxiao was extremely reluctant. After agonizing for a good ten seconds, she finally sighed and reluctantly gave in, "Okay, I'll sit here."
Zhou Hanyan was still not in a daze and didn't even know what she was doing. She just listened to Su Huaiming and obediently sat down. After Su Huaiming carried Fu Xiaoxiao up, he sat in the front seat of the car.