This is the last adventures of Cong Cong and Yue Yue (unless Gu Man writes even more outtakes). This is in celebration of a milestone in my new translation, which isn’t finished. The new translation is a novel set in a pseudo-historical/alternate-universe world. It is three times the length of WWYXHQC which is why it hasn’t been finished yet.
Thanks for all your comments, follows and suggestions for translations. I read many of the suggested novels and if you want to know what I thought about those I read, just ask :D.
Cong Cong raising his brother (Part One)
This day, Wei Wei and Xiao Nai took the two babies together to their grandmother who announced some good news –– she had accepted an offer for Cong Cong to star in an ad!
Even if it was just a favour for a relative and it was just photographs, not anything on TV, but Wei Wei was still quite worried and conflicted on the entire way home.
“Cong Cong is still little, is it wise for him to be in an ad?”
Xiao Nai wasn’t too bothered by his son publicising himself. He was a boy, there wasn’t that much to worry about.
“No problem, let him go play.” Xiao Nai said as he drove, “He should start earning milk money to support himself.”
Wei Wei: “… …”
Wei Wei looked at the two babies in the back. Their ages added together was only six. She could only move her head to the other side.
Even though Xiao Nai agreed, Wei Wei still wasn’t very comforted. Her son had always been very smart and she had always treated him like a miniature adult: “Cong Cong, do you want to participated in an ad?”
“What’s an ad?”
“It’s some taking photos and then letting lots of people see them.”
Cong Cong’s brows furrowed, looking as though he was making a difficult choice. At last, he looked at his happily sleeping brother and seemed to make a final decision: “Cong Cong will do it.”
The day of the photo shoot was a very unlucky day. Everybody else was busy so Wei Wei had to take Yue Yue to the shoot as well. It was comforting that Cong Cong was very obedient and didn’t require much attention. He walked on his pudgy legs beside Wei Wei and carried his brother’s bottle of his own initiative.
When they got on site, the cute babies became the center of attention. Wei Wei scanned the surroundings. It looked very proper and the workers were professional. The photographer was also easy-going and assured Wei Wei that it wouldn’t hurt the children’s eyes, relieve Wei Wei of her fears.
During the shoot, Wei Wei left once for the washroom, asking the workers to look over for a few minutes. There were some female workers who were very attracted by the cute children and came over to play once they saw the mother had left.
“How old is Cong Cong?”
Cong Cong said in a childish voice: “Cong Cong is four, brother is one and a half.”
“Can Cong Cong give the bottle to Auntie? Auntie can help you feed your brother.”
Cong Cong hugged the bottle, expressing refusal.
The eyes of the females seemed to sparkle, “Does Cong Cong like photo shoots?”
Cong Cong moved his head: “No.”
The workers exchanged looks: “Then why is Cong Cong here?”
Cong Cong, under their gazes, became a bit depressed and so he hugged his brother’s bottle, tugged on the carrier and lowered his head before saying: “Cong Cong needs to earn milk money to support myself and my brother.”
When Wei Wei came back from the washroom, she found that everybody was giving her strange looks. Why did it seem like they were looking at the stepmother?
Wei Wei was very confused. Why was it that after her washroom break, the world became strange … …
Cong Cong raising his brother (Part Two)
Mo Zha Ta really really liked children, but obviously he couldn’t give birth, so he frequently took KO’s desserts to Wei Wei’s home to try to tempt Cong Cong into eloping with him.
On this day, he once again came with KO’s special peanut cookies to Wei Wei’s home and started his temptation.
“Why don’t Cong Cong come over to ge ge’s home to play? Ge ge will teach you to play games, Uncle KO will make lots of desserts.” A certain shameless somebody, on account of their babyface, always referred to himself as ge ge. But he could only do it when nobody else was around as the last time that “Uncle” KO had heard it, when he had returned home, a round of not-so-innocent “education” about “Uncle” had occurred.
Mo Zha Ta continued his shameless tactics: “Cong Cong, come to ge ge’s home. Your mother and father will have the time to have a little sister. Cong Cong, do you want a little sister?”
“No sister.” Cong Cong chomped on the cookie and shook his head in emphasis.
“Why not?” Mo Zha Ta was curious. Last time, he had clearly said he wanted a little sister.
Cong Cong said in frustration: “Because Cong Cong’s milk money is only enough to support one little brother.”