Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me Chapter 115: Ink Painting

Chapter 115: Ink Painting

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Old Master Ye: “…”

I have never seen such an arrogant person before.

“You are so young….” He clenched his teeth and fumed, “But you have your nose in the air. How did your parents teach you?”

Speaking of this, the little thing became even more fearless.

She puffed her cheeks and swayed her head, “My daddy said this: we either cut the weeds and eliminate the roots or burn the bones to ashes.”

Huo Chenyu: “…”

Old Master Huo started to question his life. “…” Where did this child learn this from?

“….” Huo Yao felt comforted for no good reason.

It looks like the little thing did remember what he said before.

The little thing put her hands behind her back like a little adult and slowly continued, “My mommy said that she likes to convince people with her virtues.”

Old Master Ye’s expressions improved slightly.

So there was still some hope for the mother.

But before he could stay comforted for a few seconds, the little thing blinked her dark eyes and crisply stated,

“But for all those who aren’t convinced, they are dead people.”

Old Master Ye’s fingertips trembled from fury. “…If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked.”

What kind of parents is that?!

Huo Yao raised an eyebrow unhappily. He pulled the little girl into his arms and humphed, an indescribable expression appeared on his handsome face, “Old Master Ye, are you doubting my education?”

The man was dressed in a black suit. His eyes hid coldly under his hair as he smiled slightly, sending chills up their spines.

The way he looked seemed to say: if you are doubting my education, then my gun and I might also have objections.

It was a straightforward threat!

Old Master Ye inhaled deeply and laughed coldly, “I have never seen people who are as arrogant as you two.”

Shen Chuchen grinned and butted in, “You’ve seen it now.”

The man saw that Old Master Ye’s face was red from fury, he smiled again and intentionally added on. “If you have free time, please do come out and gain more knowledge and experience, you’ll realize that Huo Yao isn’t only arrogant, but he’s also a dog.”

The three of them echoed one another, making Old Master Ye furious.

He pointed at Ye Sang with trembling fingers and spat out these words, “Ignorant child!”

“…”

Huo Chenyu looked like this useless middle-aged old man and smiled, “… Old master.”

Old Master Ye interrupted him unhappily, “Don’t call me!”

He laughed coldly, “Your arrogant child looks exactly the same as Huo Yao.”

Ye Sang pouted, “I’m not ignorant.”

She looked at him with her pretty eyes and continued, “Sangsang’s eyes are filled with you.”

Old Master Ye: “…”

He would die from fury if he continued to talk to this ignorant kid!!

Old Master Huo laughed silently.

As expected of his granddaughter.

The way that she seemed to argue for the sake of arguing definitely originated from Huo Yao when he was young.

“You know how to paint?” Because Old Master Ye wouldn’t win against her in speaking, he had no choice but to forcefully change the topic.

Ye Sang straightened her back and the hair swayed with her, “I know.”

Her grandpa taught her himself and she was confident enough with it.

Old Master Ye smiled coldly, “Fine.”

“Here’s a brush, paint!”

He took a step away and passed the paintbrush to her, watching Ye Sang with a cold smile as if he was ready to watch her fail.

Huo Yao’s forehead throbbed and a bad feeling rose in his heart.

It was understandable that she was angry for her friend.

But she would definitely be mocked if she failed, judging by Old Master Ye’s harsh personality.

His lips curved upwards into a half-smile at Old Master Huo, his pair of dark eyes turned cold.

Old Master Ye touched his beard and smiled, “Children are so ignorant nowadays.”

“Even I started painting at ten, let alone you.”

The fact that six-year-old Shen Yao could paint was already made her be considered gifted.

It wasn’t strange for him to be angry that a five-year-old talked so big.

He scorned, “Don’t tell me you don’t even know to hold a brush like that kid just now.”

The little thing looked up and widened her eyes in annoyance, humphed, and sat down.

The way she sat was rather professional but the person standing next to her held her in disdain.

Shen Chuchen lowered his voice and asked, “That little thing knows how to paint?”

Even Shen Chuchen was shocked by her egotistical words after he had seen so much.

Huo Yao shook his head without expressions, “She doesn’t.”

But it’s fine.

If that old thing really mocks his daughter, he’ll make him learn the vicious side of human hearts.

Shen Chuchen raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t disappointed because he didn’t expect the little thing to know something.

The man studied Old Master Ye and pondered.

If that old man really bullies his little thing in front of so many people, he wouldn’t mind letting him know what it means to get beaten up by society.

Old Master Ye sneezed after the two big shots set their eyes on him.

He frowned slightly.

Who’s thinking about him?

…

While everyone else was thinking about different things, the little thing bit her lips and recalled the way her grandpa held the brush. She took the brush with her thumb and index finger, winding it with her middle finger, grasping the brush tightly in her hand.

The little thing looked down and straightened her back, her posture and way of holding the brush were rather professional.

“…” Old Master Ye swallowed the mockery he wanted to say.

He was slightly surprised and asked,

“You taught her how to hold a brush?”

Old Master Huo noticed the little girl and saw her standard way of holding the brush, he immediately showed up happily, “No no no, I wouldn’t know something like that.”

He spent half of his life plotting against a bunch of old foxes in the business world.

How would he have time to learn how to paint?

Old Master Ye’s expressions darkened.

No one taught her?

Impossible.

It would take at least a year or two to master the way that she held her brush just now.

But how old was she?

Only freaking five!!

Old Master Ye gradually started to question his life.

Old Master Huo laughed, looking particularly pleased with himself, “My Sangsang doesn’t speak much, but who told you that she never learned it before?”

“Can’t she be a self-made genius?”

Old Master Ye’s face turned white.

When he realized that the little girl might’ve really touched painting for a long time, he knew that a slap in the face was coming.

However…

He wasn’t a sore loser who can’t afford to lose.

Let alone the fact that she was just a child.

Old Master Ye didn’t bother to nitpick anymore. He sat down with his legs crossed and started to study Ye Sang curiously.

Because the little thing was too angry, she couldn’t even calm down when she was painting.

The way she pouted made her look like a little blowfish.

When the tip of the brush touched the paper, it wasn’t shaky and discontinuous like a beginner, but every single stroke was smooth and flowing as if she practiced it thousands of times in her mind. Her posture was upright and everything flowed smoothly.