Chapter 2143 - 1244: The Little Princess Takes the Stage to Slap Faces (Part 1)

However, he seemed to have missed this chance.

He returned to his seat somewhat regretfully, feeling downcast, yearning to perform a set of Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, his hands itching.

When Lu Qixiu returned to his seat, Xia Weibao was summoned by Meng Songbai, leaving him to glance around before clambering onto his seat to sit properly.

Lu Hualiang was teasing his youngest daughter when his peripheral vision caught the scrape on Lu Qixiu’s arm.

The gleam in his eyes suddenly darkened.

It’s summer now, and the little guy was wearing short sleeves. For realism’s sake, he had indeed taken a fall, leaving fine blood marks on his arm.

Lu Hualiang glanced placidly at the hardwood stage and then at Xia Weibao and Meng Songbai discussing in low voices nearby.

He took out his phone and sent a directive.

Soon after, several staff members ran up to the stage, spreading a thick carpet amidst puzzled gazes.

The crowd, "..."

What’s this bizarre action?

Who has seen a conference suddenly laying down a carpet midway?

Lu Qixiu was also a bit bewildered, unable to fathom its meaning.

Amidst his confusion, he saw a man in ordinary attire walk past him, approaching Lu Hualiang, respectfully handing over a small first aid kit.

Lu Hualiang set down Lu Manman, then pulled Lu Qixiu into his arms to clean his wound and apply medicine.

Children have delicate skin; just a fall made a wide area red.

Lu Hualiang frowned deeply at the sight but said nothing.

Getting first-aid directly from his dad, Lu Qixiu was overwhelmed, doubting whether his father had been replaced!

After applying the medicine, Lu Hualiang tossed him back into his seat, his tone slightly cold, "It’s good you want to handle enemies in your own way, but you must first protect yourself. If you harm an enemy a thousand times, you injure yourself eight hundred times—such methods aren’t befitting of someone in power."

Lu Qixiu nodded with an air of understanding, though it was unclear if he truly comprehended.

Lu Manman crawled over and blew on Lu Qixiu’s hand, "Brother, no pain, Xiao Bao blow."

"Not painful at all." Lu Qixiu pouted; it didn’t hurt at all.

He’d been practicing martial arts since childhood and had sustained injuries before; this scrape was nothing.

Lu Manman wrinkled her little brows, "Brother, don’t worry, Xiao Bao will avenge you."

Then she headbutted the chair, "Xiao Bao knows Iron Head Technique, will avenge brother."

Lu Qixiu, "..."

Lu Yuanxi, "..."

Lu Hualiang, "..."

What he wanted was a cute and obedient daughter, why had she been taught like this?

Wouldn’t it be better for her to learn martial arts, punch and kick like her brother? Such a good girl, why learn Iron Head Technique?

Lu Hualiang quickly scooped her back, realizing he needed to teach his daughter personally. The way Xia Weibao taught children really wasn’t reassuring.

"Sit properly, act more ladylike."

"Xiao Bao is a lady, a very ladylike lady." The little princess twirled her fingers, feeling a bit aggrieved; Daddy actually said she wasn’t ladylike, so hurtful.

Lu Hualiang stopped bothering with her and glanced again at Lu Qixiu’s arm, sweeping his icy gaze over the stage and pulling out his phone to draft another text message.

Lu Manman widened her grape-like eyes, only catching the words "Master Qi" before the message sent, missing the rest.

She felt puzzled, wondering what her daddy planned to do.

Just then, a sudden chorus of exclamations rose around them, followed by enthusiastic applause. Some even stood, craning their necks toward the stage.