Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 499: A Damp Summer and Mechanical Techniques!

Chapter 499: Chapter 499: A Damp Summer and Mechanical Techniques!

Long Yue fed the baby and held him for a while, but because her body was really weak, Duanmu Nan came in, had her drink a bowl of nourishing herbal soup, and then put her to sleep.

Li Qingmu, feeling glum, held the little guy and went out.

"It’s all your fault, all your fault! Made your dad look foolish in front of your mom. Little thing, tell me, are you here to collect debts? First, you tormented your mom, and now you’re coming after me?"

Li Qingmu skillfully held him with one hand, while the other hand gently poked at his belly.

Gotta say, a baby’s belly is plump and soft, feels pretty good to gently poke!

Li Qingmu got addicted to poking.

"Little rascal, so naughty, tormenting mom, tormenting dad!"

"Pfft!"

Li Qingmu poked a bit too hard, and it ended in disaster.

A stream of water shot out directly, spraying not just into the sky, no—it sprayed all over Li Qingmu’s face, drenching him from head to toe.

For a moment, the whole world fell silent.

Yun Jin was passing by with a wooden basin at that moment and happened to spot this father and son duo, then...

"Pfft, hahaha..."

"Hahaha..."

Another voice came from afar—it was the usually stern Duanmu Nan who was also doubled over with laughter at this ridiculous scene with Li Qingmu.

Seriously, it was too funny not to laugh!

Li Qingmu was utterly stunned, and it took him a long long time to realize what happened, and he couldn’t help but cough violently.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

He coughed in agony, with a huge shadow looming over his heart.

"Haha, Uncle Mu, just consider it as warding off evil spirits!"

Gouzi egged him on from the side, and the sight of Li Qingmu drenched in baby pee was hilariously magnificent.

"What are you laughing at? Stop laughing, no laughing allowed!"

Li Qingmu felt he was about to blow his top!

"Crack!"

"Rumble!"

A loud noise erupted, and dark clouds rolled in from the horizon; it was about to rain!

Li Qingmu looked up and, perhaps feeling moved, muttered, "This summer is a bit wet..."

"Crash..."

Before he could even finish speaking, a downpour fell out of nowhere.

Li Qingmu quickly shielded the baby and dashed towards the shelter under the eaves, but unfortunately, the distance was a bit long. By the time he reached the destination, he was soaked like a drowned rat.

"Giggle..."

The little guy in his arms wasn’t wet at all and was grinning, seemingly mocking...

Li Qingmu was furious—I’m protecting you, and you’re laughing at me?

He reached out and wanted to poke the baby’s belly again, but remembering that recent drenching... he drew back his hand in fear, glaring at him with indignation.

The little baby squinted one eye open, glaring back at him.

Father and son stared each other down, which made Yun Jin and Gouzi, standing nearby, thoroughly amused.

Long Yue had no idea about any of this and only found out when it was evening.

"Hahaha..."

Upon hearing that Li Qingmu got drenched in a stream of baby pee, Long Yue couldn’t help but laugh. Her big eyes rolled as she stared at her husband’s handsome face, imagining how pitiful he must have looked at the time?

"I cannot manage this child; he and I are not meant to be!"

Li Qingmu was very sullen, handed the child to Long Yue, and didn’t want to deal with it anymore.

Long Yue chuckled to herself; what Li Qingmu said was just out of frustration. How could their own child not be loved? That downpour—wasn’t he willing to get soaked himself to keep the child dry?

Hmph, men, they’re all such creatures of contradiction!

"Didn’t catch a cold, did you?"

"How could I? In this warm weather, even getting drenched for an hour would be nothing. Your husband is no frail scholar."

Li Qingmu spoke earnestly, and Long Yue smiled silently. Such peaceful days are truly nice.

"Giggle..."

The little fellow giggled to himself, who knows what he was laughing about?

"Uncle Mu, Aunt Yue’er, look at this!"

Gouzi came running in, holding a windmill.

The windmill was made very delicately from wooden slats, with blades so thin they seemed made of paper.

At the other end of the windmill was a bell, tinkling crisply as he ran.

"Ah ah, ah..."

Seeing the windmill in Gouzi’s hand, the little guy instantly reacted, stretching out his hands, which had seemed about to doze off a moment ago, to grab it.

"Here you go!"

Gouzi handed the windmill to the little guy, who giggled endlessly.

"Did you make this?"

Li Qingmu knew of Gouzi’s skills, so he asked without thinking.

Gouzi nodded: "Yeah, putting what I’ve learned to good use! Even though they wanted us to use this to harm people, I don’t want that; instead, I want to help people!"

Li Qingmu smiled; he’s a very pure and kind-hearted child.

"What did you study? Crafts?"

Long Yue waved the windmill in her hand, amusing the baby as she casually asked.

"Mechanical Techniques, a very ancient craft!"

Gouzi didn’t hesitate; after all, Li Qingmu knew, so what difference would it make if his wife knew too?

He sat down and started eating the pastries on the table.

Long Yue blinked, revealing a look of surprise: "Mechanical Techniques? The Lu family’s lineage of Mechanical Techniques? Weren’t those lost?"

After all, Long Yue was a well-bred lady, well-read, and seemed to favor obscure topics, so she had heard a bit about these Mechanical Techniques.

"Yes, many of the core techniques were lost, but it’s said some of them were lost because they defied nature too much, they were doomed to be lost, but some of it has been passed down. Actually, I’ve heard that the Imperial Palace has some of these things too, and they’re even more advanced than what I’ve learned."

Gouzi spoke while eating, slightly muffled.

In fact, he didn’t know much about this art either, as he hadn’t studied much, and most of it was from what he heard from his master.

Li Qingmu lowered his gaze slightly, thinking of his earlier experience inside the quiet rooms beneath the Imperial Palace.

There were plenty of contraptions there, some places he wouldn’t have known about had Qi Yun not told him, and most times, those contraptions were shut off, otherwise, with his clueless self at the time, just wandering around would have led to countless deaths.

"Did you study Mechanical Techniques?"

Duanmu Nan entered, having heard Gouzi claim to know Mechanical Techniques, his expression was peculiar, with both joy and worry.

"How much did you learn?"

"Just... a tiny bit, just the basics!"

"Oh!"

Duanmu Nan sighed a little, relieved that it was just a tiny bit and that there wouldn’t be any problems. He was just worried about involving any core techniques that might bring him disaster.

Suddenly, Duanmu Nan thought of his hairpin. He remembered Gouzi asking him about it last time.

With a hint of doubt and fantasy in his heart, he asked, "Did you ask about the hairpin last time because there’s something hidden in it?"

Gouzi suddenly looked up at Duanmu Nan: "Yes, Mr. Duanmu, your hairpin is hollow, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s something hidden inside it!"

He paused, hesitating slightly, "Sir, would you like me to help open it for you? Don’t worry, I won’t damage it!"