Liu Wencheng chuckled, his face unashamed. "Xiao is back. You must have been busy these past few days. Come, sit down and rest."
His uncle, Liu Wenbin, lacked his brother's厚脸皮 and simply stood there, a trace of awkwardness on his face, remaining silent.
Xiao Xun's mother, standing nearby, chided, "You child, why are you so impolite? You didn't even greet anyone when you got back."
Seeing his mother's flushed, happy face, Xiao Xun knew that no matter how disgraceful this kinship sometimes was, she didn't want to abandon it.
Not wanting to upset his mother, Xiao Xun greeted the relatives who had come and told them not to be so reserved.
He sighed inwardly, trying to convince himself that they were all family. Whatever had happened in the past should stay in the past.
The family sat down together amicably for lunch.
During the meal, Xiao Xun's father was in high spirits, his face flushed with drink. This was partly due to the changes in his hometown, and partly because his two elder brothers-in-law were, for the first time in many years, offering him compliments. Liu Wenbin and Liu Wencheng also toasted him frequently.
Xiao Xun's mother knew that the harmony of their family meal today was all thanks to her son's success. As she ate, her eyes welled up with tears.
A flicker of guilt crossed Liu Wenbin's and Liu Wencheng's faces, and they lowered their heads.
The atmosphere gradually became somewhat awkward.
His aunt quickly smoothed things over, saying, "We aren't living through those hard times anymore. We should all look forward together. Let's not dwell on the past."
Liu Wencheng quickly added, "My sister is right. If my brother-in-law doesn't mind my thick skin as his brother-in-law, I'll come visit often."
Xiao Xun's father smiled even more broadly, raising his wine glass. "Then you must come often."
Liu Wenbin also responded affirmatively this time. "Certainly, certainly. Let's visit more often. The bond between our generation shouldn't fade away like this."
After lunch, his uncles did not stay. After exchanging pleasantries, they left.
His aunt helped Xiao Xun's mother clean the kitchen and then took her family home.
Back inside the house, the previously lively living room felt a bit empty again.
"Dad, Mom, if there's nothing else, I should be going back with President Mu. There are still matters to attend to."
Xiao Xun's father was already asleep on the sofa. His mother came out, took Xiao Xun's hand, her eyes still red. "Son, your father and I are getting old. We don't want to think about the past anymore, or remember it. Your uncles know they were wrong. From now on, let's be a harmonious family, okay?"
Xiao Xun nodded. In fact, seeing his family eating together happily today had gradually eased his reservations. Although his uncles' attitude today was based on his current strength.
On the way back, the family had stuffed the car with so many local specialties that they were almost full.
Xiao Xun inadvertently noticed a shiny bracelet on Mu Jiahe's left wrist and asked curiously, "You weren't wearing any jewelry when we arrived!"
Mu Jiahe lifted her left hand. "Your mother gave this to me. She said it's a family heirloom."
Xiao Xun smiled and said nothing more. He wasn't in the best mood, and the matters of the other world were weighing heavily on him. Mu Jiahe, as the emperor, seemed unfazed.
It had been several days since he'd been to the pedestrian street. Now was the peak tourist season, and the pedestrian street was bustling with people.
He parked the car and planned to visit the jewelry store first.
Not far ahead, a crowd had gathered.
Xiao Xun looked up and saw a group of people arguing about something.
One man, his face flushed red, was jabbering away incoherently.
It was all gibberish to Xiao Xun; he couldn't understand a single word.
"Baka!"
Xiao Xun understood this word. Although he didn't watch much television, he had heard these two words frequently in domestic dramas.
So, it was from Japan, these "little suns."
In the crowd, a group of tourists was exchanging cold glances with a group of tourists from Japan.
"You country bumpkins, these are honored guests from Japan. Don't you know to give way!" a woman's voice cut through the air, sounding particularly grating to Mu Yao's ears.
"There are a lot of people here, and I accidentally stepped on his foot. Besides, I've already apologized!"
"An apology is enough? Mr. Oda's shoes are worth tens of thousands. You smelly country bumpkins dirtied them. Can you afford to pay for them?"
The "little sun" jabbered something else.
Upon hearing this, the woman immediately put on a fawning smile and bowed repeatedly to the Japanese man.
When she turned back, she was a completely different person, her change of demeanor astonishingly swift.
"Listen to me, Mr. Oda is magnanimous and won't hold it against you country bumpkins. As long as you kneel down and clean Mr. Ideguchi's shoes, this matter will be over!"
The woman's nostrils flared upwards, her expression haughty.
"Impossible!"
"What the hell are you talking about!"
"You dog traitor."
As soon as these words were spoken, the previously forbearing tourists erupted in anger!
"You smelly country bumpkins, don't push your luck! Mr. Oda is already being very generous." The woman continued to shout provocatively.
"Go to hell, you little sun!"
"Get out of our country!"
"You damn dog traitor, why are you siding with the little suns!"
At this point, the onlookers could no longer stand it and began to accuse them indignantly.
"What are you shouting about? What's it to you? These are honored guests from Japan. Interfering with international friendship, believe it or not, I'll call the police and have you arrested." The woman also started to panic and quickly threatened them with a ferocious expression.
Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, the "little sun" said something.
The woman bowed and curtsied again, then let out a cold snort at the few people.
"You're really lucky. Mr. Oda has spoken, and the conditions can be changed. As long as you wipe Mr. Oda's shoes with your hands, that's fine!"
"What are you waiting for! Mr. Oda is very busy!"
The "little sun" lifted his chin high, a cold smile on his lips, his face full of disdain.
The woman leaped forward again. "If you don't do as Mr. Oda says, he will file a complaint with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the embassy. If that causes a negative international impact, it won't be something you country bumpkins can bear."
The onlookers also roared with righteous indignation.
"Don't wipe them for him!"
"Damn it, this is our land! You little suns, get out!"
"Can't you have any backbone? Beat them!"
"Yeah, beat them!"
The "little sun" sneered and extended the shoe that had been stepped on.
"Hurry up! Mr. Oda's time is precious!" The woman urged him on proudly from the side.
When no one was paying attention, Xiao Xun suddenly slapped Oda across the face.
"You're quite arrogant, little sun!"
This slap stunned Oda, and he couldn't react for a long time.
"Good, well done!"
"Beat him, beat this little sun to death!"
Cheers immediately erupted from the crowd.
"Baka!"
*Slap!*
"Why you..."
*Slap!*
Another slap!
As soon as Oda opened his mouth, before he could even speak, Xiao Xun slapped him again.
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The crowd burst into laughter, their eyes gleaming.
Oda trembled with anger, turned his head, and glared furiously at the woman.
The woman, exasperated, shouted at Xiao Xun, "You, how dare you hit Mr. Oda! I will represent Japan and complain to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"
"Say that again, which country are you representing? I didn't hear clearly."
"Representing Japan!"
The woman shrieked, "I am a Japanese national!"
"So, a genuine dog traitor."
"You!"
The woman gasped for air, furious.
Xiao Xun kicked Oda to the ground, then stepped on his face with one foot.
"Little sun, you said you were going to complain, didn't you? Go ahead and complain. I'll be waiting right here!"