The two little ones were in no rush and began by reading the instructions.
Zhen Fugui sat nearby, watching Jia Fuhai play with airplanes alongside his daughter, his face clouded with gloom. However, his attention was on his grandson.
Chen Xiaofeng moved closer to the two kids, curious about how they would play. The drone was controlled by a joystick, which was perfect for them.
After familiarizing themselves with the controls, the two children began experimenting.
Up, forward, left, right, backward, down.
The two of them quickly mastered flying the drone. Thanks to his talent and keen observational skills, Janaji could observe the drone's flight patterns clearly. His nimble fingers maneuvered the joystick rapidly.
Watching his mother handle the plane in the distance, Janaji couldn't help but think of how she often ignored his feelings, imposing her affection on him. His lips curled into a mischievous grin.
Despite his impish smile, Janaji's cherubic face remained irresistibly cute.
With a deft hand, Janaji swiftly took control of the drone, reading the airflow like a natural.
Meanwhile, Zhen Linna struggled with her plane. It flew unsteadily, veering in all directions, but at least it was airborne.
Suddenly, Janaji's drone swooped over and began circling her plane. Zhen Linna's plane lost power. She was unaware of how much the airflow from Janaji's drone had interfered with her own, but she could sense that something was amiss.
Chen Xiaofeng, who had been watching, was astounded. Could this really be a child? He's this good after just starting to play?
Damn, he thought, with a family inheritance worth billions, I feel like I'm just an extra in this world. Could it be that I'm an NPC in their story?
For the first time, Chen Xiaofeng experienced a feeling he'd only heard about—envy. And it didn't sit well with him.
No, wait—my sister…
Suddenly, Chen Xiaofeng's thoughts turned to his genius older sister. Hasn't she always said it's hard to meet someone who's truly gifted? Well, here's a genius for her to see, maybe it'll bring her down a peg.
Then again…
Chen Xiaofeng glanced over at Jia Fuhai. Could it be that my sister is also getting played by someone?
Jia Fuhai is definitely a smooth talker. I need to keep an eye on him.
But… Jia Fuhai is also a fantastic cook. Maybe…
Besides, it's my sister who's the one "robbing the cradle," right? It's not like she's being taken advantage of. I'm just worried about her.
Dad keeps saying his daughter can't find a man, but I'm here to help him out!
Chen Xiaofeng was already planning how to set his sister up with Jia Fuhai to secure free meals for himself in the future.
Meanwhile, Chen Mengya, who was conducting a chemical experiment in her lab, suddenly sneezed, nearly spilling the chemicals.
Seeing that his mother was growing increasingly angry, Janaji pretended to lose control of the drone, making it crash slightly.
Why?
Because his mother was marching over in a fury.
"Oh, what did you do?" Zhen Linna shouted from a distance.
"Grandma!" Janaji quickly ran to his grandmother's side, hugging her legs with his large, innocent eyes.
"It's okay, it's okay," Chen Lina said, scooping him up and comforting him.
Jia Qiyi, on the other hand, was speechless. How did his brother dare to provoke their mother like that?
But he couldn't help but feel a bit envious of Janaji. How could his little brother control the drone so well on his first try?
His own hands didn't feel quite as steady in comparison.
That's what he thought.
But from Chen Xiaofeng's perspective, Jia Qiyi wasn't doing too badly either. He just wasn't as flashy as his younger brother.
"Nana, what are you doing?" Chen Lina's stern tone immediately shut Zhen Linna down, her bloodline authority over her daughter clear.
"Nothing, Mom. I was just checking on my son." Zhen Linna's tone softened under her mother's gaze.
"Hmph, don't make me scold you in public," Chen Lina whispered, handing the joystick to Zhen Fugui.
"Yes, Mom," Zhen Linna responded with respect, though she muttered under her breath when she thought no one was looking.
Meanwhile, Janaji continued to play the role of the well-behaved child, sitting quietly in his grandfather's arms.
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Zhen Fugui looked at his grandson and asked, "How are you controlling the drone so well? It seems very smooth."
"It's easy. You just have to pay attention to the wind direction, the drone's lift, and adjust the steering accordingly. It's all in the hands," Janaji explained, his observational talent allowing him to easily read and react to the drone's movements.
"..." What's he even talking about? Zhen Fugui felt like his grandson was speaking in riddles. Was this some kind of humble brag?
"Well, my grandson is amazing," Zhen Fugui finally said, opting to praise Janaji. What else could he say?
Luckily, he was used to his grandson's eccentric behavior by now; otherwise, he would've been at a loss for words.
Chen Xiaofeng, standing nearby, was frantically texting his sister but received no reply.
Is she busy with work again? He really wanted to see her reaction to all this.
"What's going on?" Jia Fuhai hurried over, noticing the crowd gathered around.
Zhen Linna had intended to scold her son with her eyes, but as she approached him, her expression softened.
"Forget it. I don't want to play anymore. I'm going home," Zhen Linna huffed.
"Hey, hey, wait!" A voice suddenly interrupted from the side.
"Isn't this Boss Jia? Playing with the kids?" It was Mother Zhao, returning from her beauty treatment and noticing an acquaintance.
"Yeah, uh…" Jia Fuhai hesitated, trying to place her.
"You don't remember me? I visited your factory for a food tasting," Mother Zhao replied, a little taken aback.
"Oh, right! Hello, hello," Jia Fuhai said politely.
When Jia Qiyi saw the woman approaching, he quickly moved to shield his younger brother.
"So cute! My Xiaoming wasn't even this cute when he was a baby!" Mother Zhao exclaimed as she approached Janaji, reaching out to touch his face.
Janaji: "..." -_-||
Jia Qiyi thought, It's okay, bro. Hang in there.
Seeing his son's uncomfortable expression, Jia Fuhai thought, Some people would kill to be in your shoes right now. Count yourself lucky.
Mother Zhao continued to dote on Janaji, trying to pick him up.
"Grandma," Janaji quickly called out for help.
"The child is shy," Chen Lina responded immediately, stepping forward to pick up her grandson.
"He's so smart! He speaks so clearly for someone so young," Mother Zhao continued to shower praise on the boy, her gaze lingering as she reluctantly stepped away.
"Dad, let's go home. I'm sleepy," Janaji said, playing the sleep card to escape.
"Alright, alright," Jia Fuhai chuckled, watching his son pretend to be tired.
"Boss Jia, it's a shame I don't have a daughter. We could've become in-laws!" Mother Zhao exclaimed, her fondness for Janaji growing.
"…He's still very young," Jia Fuhai replied, unsure of how to respond. Even he found the situation a bit awkward.
He wondered how much more attention his son would attract in the future.
"Oh, I should've had a daughter," Mother Zhao sighed as she walked away.
Zhao Xiaoming: ???
Janaji quickly climbed into his stroller. "Grandpa, I'm going to sleep."
"Alright, let's go home," Zhen Fugui said, pushing the stroller.
"Why did they leave?" Chen Xiaofeng asked, puzzled. He had only been texting.
"The kid wants to sleep. I'll go pack up the drone," Jia Fuhai explained as he started cleaning up.
"Got it," Chen Xiaofeng replied, his thoughts still focused on scoring a free meal later that day.