Consider others' feelings!
The book talks about how excessive indulgence of children in modern families can easily lead to character flaws like selfishness or self-centeredness! But to teach children to consider others, parents must first lead by example!
And Yang Yi, this guy, never seemed to think about considering others' feelings. A killer who grew up in endless slaughter during childhood, he always stubbornly believed: "I survived on my own skills, I live freely on my own merits—why should I care about others' feelings?"
But now his identity is different, and he has an adorable daughter to worry about. Yang Yi must change his mindset and act like a normal person.
Mm, consider others' feelings!
For instance, in this situation, why did Murphy suddenly lose her temper?
Yang Yi analyzed it and figured it must be because she'd been running around nonstop lately, too busy to catch her breath, which made her irritable and quick to anger!
"Beep beep beep!" The SNS app sent another notification.
Yang Yi, of course, had no intention of paying attention. He directly closed the SNS and shut down the computer along with it. Tonight, he'd spent quite a while playing with Xixi, then had a brief discussion with Editor Qiangzi, and after finishing the call with Murphy, it was almost time for him to sleep!
Seemed like something was missing? (Qiangzi: You didn't consider my feelings! Ahhh!)
Yang Yi shook his head, too lazy to think much about it.
"Nothing much, I just didn't see it was your call," Yang Yi said, his voice softening slightly. Of course, it wasn't as gentle as when he was with Xixi, but it was still much better than his usual indifferent tone.
Murphy sensed the change in Yang Yi. Most of her pent-up resentment dissipated, but she still wouldn't let it go verbally: "Hmph, if I'm not calling you, is there someone else?"
"Busy again this late?" Yang Yi asked.
A simple, plain concern unexpectedly warmed Murphy's heart. Feeling a cozy warmth inside, her tone softened as well: "Mm, tired..."
Murphy shifted to a more comfortable position on the bed, lying down, and let out a contented nasal hum. Deep fatigue seeped through her voice.
"Alright, then get some sleep early," Yang Yi said, scratching his head, unsure of what else to say.
"Hey, Yang, are you really that sick of me? Don't want to talk on the phone? Just telling me to sleep early?" Murphy knew Yang Yi didn't mean it that way, but she still couldn't help pouting her red lips and asking indignantly.
If Mo Xiaojuan had seen this—the ice queen acting like a little woman—she'd probably be shocked again. Huh, why does the author say "again"?
"How could that be?" Yang Yi had to respond. "Aren't you really tired..."
They bantered back and forth for a while, like a playful argument, until Murphy finally shifted the focus back to Xixi. The main reason was that they'd run out of topics. Yang Yi and Murphy seemed incompatible in every way, finding common ground wasn't easy, especially since Yang Yi wasn't cooperative, and Murphy wasn't the type to chatter endlessly.
"I saw the photos you sent me today!" Murphy brought this up with a hint of complaint. "She's your daughter, at least put some effort into taking care of her!"
Yang Yi was baffled. When had he not taken good care of Xixi? He asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"Her hair!" Murphy said. "The way you do her hair shows no effort at all. Every day it's just a single ponytail, or you don't even tie it up. I'm sick of seeing it!"
Yang Yi was bewildered. Doing hair? That was a skill he hadn't unlocked.
Besides, in his view, hair was either tied up or not, right?
He usually just combed her hair, and only if Xixi complained about being hot would he grab her hair tie and bundle it up.
Luckily, Xixi had never complained.
Wait, had she really never complained?
A scene from two days ago flashed through Yang Yi's mind. He was tying up Xixi's hair in front of the mirror, and the little one muttered, "It doesn't look good!"
But Yang Yi hadn't paid attention at the time.
"Doing hair, is there more to it?" Yang Yi asked, unashamed to learn.
"Of course there is!" Murphy said, as if facing a clueless straight guy, dissatisfied. "Girls' hairstyles are endless. If it's not tied up, there's long, short, medium-length, center part, straight bangs, short bangs, flat bangs, air bangs. If you curl it, there are waves, bobs, loose curls, textured waves..."
Murphy rattled off these hairstyle names without hesitation, like a rapid-fire comedy routine, nearly leaving Yang Yi dizzy!
"For braiding Xixi's hair, you can start with something simple—learn to do double ponytails. Don't always let them hang down; tie them high on both sides, and they'll look cute sticking up! Or you can try fishtail braids, sectioning each ponytail into three puffy parts..."
Yang Yi listened with a blank stare, like an elderly person learning English—he knew each letter individually, but when they came together, it was like reading a foreign language. He had no idea what Murphy was talking about!
"Hey, did you get that?" Murphy chattered excitedly for a while, then snapped back to reality when she realized Yang Yi wasn't responding. She asked, a bit annoyed.
"Uh, yeah..." Yang Yi replied, his consciousness a bit fuzzy.
How could Murphy know that what seemed like common sense to her was actually a huge hassle in a man's eyes?
"Good, then tomorrow you have to give Xixi a double ponytail with fishtail braids and send me a photo!" Murphy assigned the task.
"Alright, alright," Yang Yi said, frowning, but he agreed anyway.
He'd figure something out; it should be manageable, right?
Today, Yang Yi's tone had changed significantly, and he'd even shown concern for her. Murphy's usual fatigue vanished, replaced by a lingering desire to keep talking.
She paused, her voice softening as she asked, "Yang Yi, um, what did you do today?"
Wait, was that voice so gentle still Murphy herself? Yang Yi felt a bit uncomfortable, lifting his phone to check the screen—it was indeed Murphy.
"Nothing much," Yang Yi said after a moment's thought. Nothing seemed new; it had rained all day, so he stayed in the coffee shop drawing with Xixi. They'd done that yesterday too, nothing worth mentioning.
Oh, and a woman came to borrow the bathroom, but what was there to say about such a trivial thing? Yang Yi felt no need to report every little thing to Murphy.
But Murphy didn't see it that way. She felt Yang Yi's attitude was becoming dismissive again. Her sensitive female intuition sensed something off, and she asked, annoyed and suspicious, "Nothing much? All day?"
Her tone turned cold, but that actually felt more natural to Yang Yi. A gentle Murphy was just too strange!
Still, even so, Yang Yi remained unmoved, replying flatly, "Mm."
In his view, repeating the same thing was a waste of time. But Murphy interpreted it as impatience, and her mood soured.
"Forget it, if you don't want to talk, then don't!" Murphy huffed, then hung up.
That jerk! She wouldn't call him tomorrow!
Really wouldn't call him!