Men's Style

"But who knew what kind of trouble he'd stir up after all these years? I really want to beat that little bastard to death." Uncle gritted his teeth.

"Well, I think you should teach him more about responsibility," Qin Ze suggested.

His cousin might have given the elders endless headaches, but he would never cause any major disaster.

This time had been purely an accident.

If Jiang Cheng had been the kind of teenager with rotten character, Qin Ze would not have hit or scolded him. He would only have drawn a clear line between them.

And if there had not been an embryo involved, then a little hey-hey-hey was not really a big deal. Lu Xun once said: My greatest wish in life is to sleep with more women.

Looking across several thousand years of Chinese history, the two unluckiest generations were the '80s and '90s kids.

There was no need to talk about the past; people married early. There was even less need to talk about the future; things would only become more open.

Only the comrades of the '80s and '90s generations were the most miserable in the long river of history.

According to information gathered online—the tragic self-reports of the '80s and '90s generations—they were the two generations with the most virgins and the latest sexual experiences.

Silently cried himself unconscious in the bathroom.

Uncle sighed. "Other than hitting him, I really don't know what else to do. But I watched Big Brother beat you from childhood all the way through."

Qin Ze: "..."

That pierced right through his heart, Uncle.

Everyone in the Qin family's circle of relatives knew that Comrade Qin Jianzhang was obsessed with beating his son. If he was not beating his son, he was on the way to beat his son.