Chapter 201 Do you believe I'm a little boy or girl?

"Zhenwei?! What are you doing here? Then what are you doing here...?"

Su Xuetong was shocked. "Where did Zhizhi go?"

Zhenwei chuckled a little embarrassedly, reached out and pinched the hem of his skirt. Although the movement was not yet skillful, he had already grasped the essence of being coy.

"Auntie, if I said I was a boy or a girl, would you believe me?"

Su Xuetong: "..."

What's the difference between this and Uncle River God?

The River God said: Look, this is a golden axe and a silver axe?

Zhenwei asked: Do you think I'm a boy or a girl?

Su Xuetong clenched her hands, holding back for a long time but finally couldn't hold back anymore, "Zhenwei, your aunt doesn't discriminate against boys wearing skirts, but it's wrong of you to lie to me. Did you and Zhizhi conspire to change clothes and deceive your aunt? You just let her run out alone like that? You lied to me!"

Damn it! Do these two clever kids think they can fool me?

And yet, they were completely fooled!

Su Xuetong stomped her foot in anger and was about to call Ji Yanjing.

Seeing this, Zhenwei quickly jumped off the bed to stop his aunt. "I was wrong, I was wrong. Aunt, please don't call Uncle. If Uncle finds out that Zhizhi ran away, he will be angry. At home, Zhizhi has never been forced to kneel as a guest. She can't be punished by kneeling and facing the wall here!"

He wasn't very bright and thought that Ji Yanjing would punish his child like his father, making him face the wall in repentance or laying out a cushion for him to kneel on.

But these words made Su Xuetong feel as if she had opened the door to a new world.

"Oh~, your dad's got some ideas on how to raise kids. I was just wondering how to raise you, Zhenwei! You! Stand in the corner and reflect on your actions!"

Now that it's cold, she won't make the child kneel as punishment.

But punishment is necessary; the child must be taught a lesson, otherwise he'll become unruly in the future!

Zhenwei froze, "Huh?... ..."

Did he just dig a hole for himself and bury it?

"Go quickly!"

*

Military Region Office Building

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked forward at a leisurely pace. After passing rows of closed rooms, Ji Yanjing stopped in front of the last closed room.

The small figure also stopped in his tracks as he moved.

The shadows on the ground were faintly visible, and the small figure slowly reached out and took the hand of the large figure.

Then the door was opened, and as the lock clicked and the door was knocked, brighter lights dispelled all shadows in the corridor.

"—Dad, Dad!"

When Zhizhi saw her father, whose head was bowed in the center, her eyes welled up with tears again.

She strode forward, almost touching her father's arm within a few steps.

But just as they were about to touch, Ji Yanjing pressed down on her small shoulders from behind.

“Zhizhi, according to the rules, he can’t contact anyone right now. Bringing you to see him is already breaking the rules.”

Zhizhi was stunned for a moment, unable to come to her senses for a long time.

Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks. Even though she tried to tilt her head back to force the tears back, for some reason, the tears just kept flowing.

"Don't cry..."

Suddenly, Jiang An, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up in a hoarse voice, "Dad is fine, why are you crying? It's not time for you to dig a hole and bury Dad yet, sweetie, Dad hasn't watched you grow up yet."

His reckless remark once again successfully brought tears streaming down Zhizhi's face.

She sobbed and wiped her tears with her sleeve.

"Dad, what time is it and you're still joking? You're suffering right now, not looking for fun. Can you please stop making me laugh at a time like this? You'll make me snot bubbles!"

Jiang Anchao watched the little guy cry uncontrollably, and he couldn't bear to look at him like that.

So he quickly and gently coaxed her, "Okay, okay, I'm really fine. Don't cry anymore. Everything is under Dad's control. Although I may seem carefree at times, I'm very smart. Nothing will happen. Zhizhi, go back and eat and drink as usual. Don't worry about anything. Dad is here for you!"

"Waaah! Nonsense!"

The little cub, clutching its plush rabbit crossbody bag, struggled to climb onto a chair and sit next to its father.

She took the tissue her uncle handed her and blew her nose hard.

She couldn't find the trash can, looked left and right, and finally gestured for her father to hold out his hand.

After Jiang Anchao reached out his hand, not understanding why, she placed the used tissue into her father's palm.

And even while sobbing, he didn't forget to say thank you, "Take it, thank you."

"Hey!"

This little guy, he's treating himself like a dumping ground.

Although Jiang Anchao was inwardly complaining, this complaint was also a kind of sweetness to him.

At this moment, he so wished that the child's chattering could be a little more, and a little more.

Jiang Anchao's eyes showed affection as he asked, "Did you have trouble sleeping in your uncle's house yesterday? You like to kick off the covers when you sleep. In our house, the heating is all in your room, so you won't catch a cold if you kick off the covers. There's no one outside like your dad who tirelessly covers you up every night in the middle of the night. Be good, okay?"

"Also, don't run around at Grandpa's house. Don't let Jiang Yan see you. Dad went to great lengths to hide you at Grandpa's house. If he finds you and secretly takes you away, Dad will cry his eyes out."

Listening to her father reminisce about so many details in her life that she had never noticed before, she realized that her father remembered them all so clearly.

His father may seem carefree and easygoing, but that's definitely not the real him.

Her father was a great hero.

He is a qualified father, a father who never has any selfish motives towards her and treats her much better than his own children.

Zhizhi's face was scrunched up like a bun, and her heart felt like it had drunk a whole bucket of vinegar, churning violently.

Jiang Anchao was still rambling on and on.

After giving her all the instructions, I told her to go home early, as it was terribly cold in winter.

"...You're not even wearing your wool gloves. Look at your clothes, they're so ugly they look like they were picked out of a trash can."

As Jiang Anchao spoke, his eyes welled up with tears. He rubbed his face and sighed, "When you first came to our family, you were so thin and small. Now your dad and mom have raised you to be plump and healthy. Our little Zhizhi is so chubby. When I come out, I'll buy you some nice clothes and take you to eat some Beijing-style hot pot. I heard it's especially delicious."

"dad!"

Zhizhi couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted him directly.

The little cub's eyes were brimming with tears, and when he looked up at his father, his eyes held a complex mix of emotions he couldn't quite describe.

Her soft, sweet voice was already choked with sobs, and she tried her best to speak clearly, word by word, to express her clumsy feelings.

"dad... ..."

"If I had known, I wouldn't have chosen you to be my father. It's my existence that has brought you so much bad trouble. I'm so sorry..."