Wei Jing glanced at the pitiful wild boar, bent down, and picked up the heavy little dragon cub, lecturing him with a serious tone: “Little Treasure, you know that back in the day, this kind of behavior would’ve been condemned by everyone. You’re abusing a pig!”
The great master had said this pig was meant to be a “wet nurse” for the little dragon cub. Unfortunately, Qin Xiaobao had clearly decided to treat it as his new toy instead, showing much more enthusiasm for the system-provided baby formula.
“Ah.” Although the little dragon cub hadn’t understood a word, he still responded cooperatively, stretching out his neck to rub his bald little head against Wei Jing’s chin.
This was the most clingy, hairless cub he had ever seen.
Wei Jing rubbed back, then remembered the knitting task. He casually closed the door, leaving the wild boar, who had been “tortured” for hours, shut out. The boar turned and ran away, tears in its eyes.
“Ah!” The little dragon cub cried out excitedly, as if reminding Wei Jing that the pig had escaped.
“Be good. That pig was too ugly. Daddy will find you a more interesting toy.”
Wei Jing pulled out a pile of colorful balls of yarn. These were the cub toys that came as a free gift when he had exchanged for the stroller earlier. There were eight in total, but one had been burned by the little dragon cub’s fireball, leaving seven, just enough for the rainbow colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.
The little dragon cub sat obediently on the bed, looking at the rainbow-colored yarn balls with little interest. Instead, he gazed hopefully at his makeshift daddy, watching him sit cross-legged. Curious, the cub tried to imitate the posture, but his legs were too short. After several attempts, he gave up and rolled around on the bed instead.
Wei Jing burst out laughing. “Little Treasure, how can you be this silly?”
“Ha!”
The little dragon cub, sprawled halfway across the bed, let out a sound other than “ah.” A larger fireball shot out of his mouth, heading straight for the bedsheet. Quick as lightning, Wei Jing moved faster than he ever had in his life and caught the fireball!
“Phew, that scared me! This is real silk sheets, really expensive! If you burned them, I’d never be able to pay for it!”
The flame lay in his palm, warm and scorching.
Wei Jing blinked in belated surprise, amazed to discover that this body wasn’t as useless as he’d thought, at the very least, he wasn’t afraid of fire!
The little dragon cub’s fireballs looked small but were quite powerful, as proven by the peony, the yarn ball, and his pants, all of which had been reduced to charred holes.
“Ah!” The little dragon cub happily opened his mouth, lunged forward, grabbed Wei Jing’s wrist, and swallowed the fireball back in one gulp, looking as satisfied as a child who had just eaten candy.
Wei Jing was stunned. “…You can do that?!”
He reached out and patted the little dragon cub’s head. A translucent dialog box appeared before him.
Cub Details
Name: Qin Xiaobao
Gender: Unknown
Date of Birth: February 3, 2053
Affection Points: 12
Skills: Small Fireball, Small Fireball 2.0
The skill list now included “Small Fireball 2.0,” which likely referred to the fireball the little dragon cub had “ha-ed” out and then swallowed back.
Wei Jing rubbed his chin, lost in thought. These obvious fire-breathing traits didn’t match a Tyrannosaurus rex at all.
Should he find the right moment to hint to the great master that this cub wasn’t actually their son, but rather a “black egg” that the original Tu Shihua had bought at a black market auction?
And then what would the great master’s reaction be?
His son wasn’t his biological child, and his wife was also a fake. Aaaaaah, the great master was furious and determined to destroy the world!
Crack, a crisp sound interrupted Wei Jing’s daydream. He snapped back to reality and saw the little dragon cub holding the formula can, gleefully biting into it. Its tiny fangs had easily pierced the aluminum foil seal.
Completely unaware of the foolish thing it had just done, the little dragon cub was about to take a second bite when Wei Jing quickly separated it from the formula can.
“Ah.” A weak, reluctant cry.
Wei Jing gave it a suspicious glance and asked, “Hungry?”
The little dragon cub blinked at him innocently. Wei Jing felt a bit exasperated and immediately went to prepare a bottle of formula.
If calculated based on six meals a day, this can of formula wouldn’t even last three days!
Because the bottle was simply too big.
Wei Jing was a little worried. Being a newbie dad raising a cub online was no easy feat, especially since the little dragon cub’s affection points didn’t increase the second time it drank milk.
He stared at his point balance with longing, a lonely little “4”, as if it symbolized his bleak prospects and a dead end ahead. The bitterness in his heart was overwhelming.
What would he do once this can of formula was finished?
The little dragon cub was not yet a month old, so naturally, it would need to continue drinking formula. He couldn’t mistreat a baby cub, which meant he had to work hard to save up points! But at this rate, the 【Return Ticket】 worth 888 points would become even more out of reach.
He looked at the little dragon cub with melancholy, murmuring half to himself: “My cub, I’m making a huge sacrifice for you. When you grow up, you have to be good to me. If your father bullies me, you’ve got my back, got it?”
“Gurgle, gurgle.” Little Treasure didn’t pause for a second, eagerly sucking on the bottle, tail flicking lightly.
Wei Jing figured the little one probably didn’t understand, but he didn’t mind. Seizing this rare opportunity, he took a ball of green yarn, pulled out the thread, and carefully looped it around the cub’s neck before tying a loose knot.
Knitting was the kind of high-skill, patient work that a homebody like him obviously didn’t know how to do.
Moreover, he didn’t have any knitting needles, so—
Clever as he was, he came up with a brilliant idea.
One loop, two loops, three loops…
The little dragon cub sat quietly on the bed, drinking its milk, while its makeshift daddy wrapped yarn around its body, starting from its neck. By the time the bottle was finished, the little orange-red fire dragon was sporting a green “vest.”
Well, calling it a vest was generous, it was really just a loose coil of yarn.
“Hmm, this probably won’t stay on. It’ll fall off.”
Wei Jing rubbed his chin, then picked up the ball of red yarn and coaxed the little dragon cub in a gentle voice: “Be good, Little Treasure. Don’t move. Daddy’s going to do some touch-ups on your sweater!”
The touch-up work was a bit of a hassle. To secure the loose “vest,” he needed to cross the threads like woven fabric, threading through each loop!
After much effort, Wei Jing managed to finish two side seams. The green vest now had two red side stripes, making it look like a speck of red in a vast field of green. Paired with the little dragon cub’s orange-red skin, the overall effect was…
“Bold use of color, unconventional, very beautiful.” He nodded, though he didn’t quite believe it himself.
The great master, who kept an eye on his every move even when out, stared at the live feed on his phone screen. Turning to the old butler beside him, he said, “Pack one box of every color.”
The old butler responded respectfully and immediately set to work.