Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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12
I suddenly discovered something.
Tang Qianyan seemed to be playing games perhaps… just to coax me?
At first, I wanted to understand why there was an unlucky kid who had an online romance with Tang Qianyan. I clicked on it to investigate his game records with that omega and found out that he would help that omega to gain points, and the other party, as a fan, would send gifts to Tang Qianyan.
Tang Qianyan probably wanted to earn some pocket money, so he controlled the rhythm of the game very well. Not only did he give the omega player the opportunity to harvest heads, he also occasionally revealed some small flaws and deliberately waited for the other party to rescue him. After the player made an effort, he gave the other party a lot of flattery and gave the other party an excellent gaming experience.
I recalled the gaming process between Tang Qianyan and I, and it seemed… it was a similar routine. Tang Qianyan would lose to me inadvertently, and then flatter and act like a spoiled child, first bragging about how great my operational skills was, and then saying how pitiful he was for losing and wanted to eat sweets.
At such a young age, he knows how to act cute and flatter adults to get them to feed him, which scared me, this little one.
Fortunately, Brother Xie didn’t fall for it, otherwise his belly would not have been reduced.
Brother Xie is a cold-blooded supervisor. He asked Tang Qianyan to lose weight and he took out all the snacks hidden in his pencil case, school bag, dolls and even smelly socks. The day Tang Qianyan came to me crying, I finally recalled the fear of being dominated by Xie Ruheng during my pregnancy.
My dear, you have to take care of yourself. Dad can’t save you from this matter.
13
Tang Qianyan read the book I wrote called “This Omega is a Master of Mecha Manufacturing” and became my loyal little reader. He chased me with a whip every day to urge me to update. I thought he was just a little devil.
When I was playing games, a little head popped up from behind the screen, “Dad, when are you going to update Wenwen?”
When I was shopping with my good sister, a video call came, “Dad, are you writing well today?”
When I was about to get intimate with Brother Xie, a light bulb suddenly pushed the door open and said excitedly, “Dad, are you going to start writing?”
This time, even Brother Xie couldn’t help it and tried to throw the little devil who was urging for updates out of the house.
I asked Tang Qianyan why he liked this book and what he liked about it. Is it not okay for me to make some changes to it?
Tang Qianyan said to me, because this book was written by Little Dad, and I like reading everything written by Little Dad, I began to think about the possibility of severing the father-son relationship with him.
14
Snowball died.
He lived a very long life as a dog, but we still find it a little hard to accept.
I took Tang Qianyan to attend Snowball’s funeral. He is getting heavier and heavier, and I can hardly hold him. Today I let him walk by himself. He was very obedient and didn’t pester me to hold him.
Along the way, we were all immersed in sadness. This was the first time I introduced the concept of death to Tang Qianyan. I told Tang Qianyan that Snowball left us because it wanted to live in another form, and it turned into a star in the sky.
Tang Qianyan said, Little Dad, you are still crying, so don’t comfort me.
He stood on tiptoe and tried to wipe my tears with his handkerchief. After wiping them, he gave me a serious kiss.
He not only kissed me but also gave a kiss to all of us sad adults. Now I think he is a little angel.
15
Today I took Tang Qianyan to do charity work. He saw a lot of children who were not well fed and clothed. Some of the children were a few years older than him, but when they stood next to him, they were almost as tall as him and were so thin that their bones were visible.
Tang Qianyan shared the chocolate in his pocket with the children and played games with them.
This was the first time I saw Tang Qianyan being willing to play with children of the same age. He always thought that his peers were clumsy and stupid, and said that they were so bad at playing games together. But when faced with this group of slow and timid children, Tang Qianyan showed rare patience and social talents.
Today’s Tang Qianyan made me realize that as long as he is willing to put in the effort, there is no interpersonal relationship that he cannot handle.
On the way back home, I couldn’t help but ask Tang Qianyan, “How did you manage to hide a bunch of snacks despite your dad’s robbing?”
Tang Qianyan calmly put his finger in front of his lips and made a gesture to keep quiet, “It’s a secret.”
It was a very handsome picture. It would have been even more handsome if he didn’t have missing teeth.
16
Today Tang Qianyan urged for more updates again!!!
I’m tired.
I really don’t want to type. When I think about typing, I feel like my eyes go dark and my life instantly loses hope.
I struggled to write a 3,000-word update and sent it out, feeling like I was carving flowers on shit, but Tang Qianyan was very satisfied and said he would give me a reward.
I saw a rare hint of shyness on that little face that always showed “How lonely it is to be invincible”, and he gave me the first formal mechanical work of his life.
It was a mechanical puppy that looked very similar to Snowball.
17
Today is Brother Xie’s birthday, but he is at the border and we cannot celebrate his birthday.
I miss him so much.
We made a big birthday cake, turned on the video, sang Happy Birthday to Brother Xie together, blew out the candles together, and finally let Brother Xie watch Tang Qianyan and I eat.
Tang Qianyan was the happiest when eating food, now even his nose tip was covered with cream. He looked so much like Brother Xie that I always couldn’t help but indulge Tang Qianyan a little, probably because neither Brother Xie nor I had a perfect childhood.
I just want to give him all the love and freedom that I never had.
18
Tang Qianyan differentiated today, he is an alpha with milk tea flavored pheromones.
I would have loved him no matter what gender he became, but I’m also happy that he can become an alpha. One of the obvious benefits is that he doesn’t have to go through the pain of pregnancy and childbirth.
Tang Qianyan looked very happy, but his happiness was a little special.
“This must be God’s will. He wants me to have a cup of super satisfying milk tea on this special day, so he set my pheromones to milk tea flavor.” Tang Qianyan praised God devoutly and turned to look at me with starry eyes.
To celebrate his differentiation, I allowed him to drink an extra-large cup of milk tea, which he drank happily, with his cheeks puffed up, and while chewing pearls, he asked me why there was no culinary department in the Federal Military Academy.
“I plan to audit classes in the culinary department in the future,” he said.
I asked him, “Do you like eating delicious food so much?”
Tang Qianyan looked at me with sparkling eyes, and he said without hesitation: “Yes, I not only like to eat it, I also want to learn how to cook delicious food. Now my little dad makes delicious food for me every day. When I grow up and my little dad gets old, it will be my turn to make delicious food for you, my little dad.”
I think Tang Qianyan has the potential to be a scumbag. He is really good at saying sweet words.
19
Before I knew it, I had been recording Tang Qianyan’s daily life until he was six years old. I discussed with Tang Qianyan and asked him if he wanted to publish the book. We would split the copyright fee equally.
Tang Qianyan asked me if I could delete his dark history, including picking his feet, losing his front teeth and thinking he was going to die, getting cavities from eating too much candy, falling into a pit while walking with his eyes closed because he was too sleepy, being scared to tears by cockroaches, not being able to sleep the first time we slept in separate rooms and having to look for his little dad in the middle of the night, being afraid of watching horror movies, having watery eyes after eating something spicy, and being too lazy to wash his stinky socks.
I said yes.
So those of you who are reading this book now will not be able to see the detailed version of the above dark history.
I would like to thank Tang Qianyan for his persistence in urging me to update the book over the years. I think that if he didn’t continues to urge me to update the book day after day in such a cold-blooded and unreasonable manner, I wouldn’t be able to finish coding “This Omega is a Master of Mecha Manufacturing” in my lifetime.
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