Chapter 628: Is he a useless father?

Zhuang Shihan paused and said without turning back, "Who knows where he died."

Thinking of something, she turned to look at Song Yanxi and said, "That traitorous bastard, I don't know where he's been going these past two months. I can't even see his shadow.

If you meet me on the road someday, please remember to tell me something."

"What?"

"Tell him to hide his tail between his legs and don't let me see him again."

Zhuang Shihan curled the corners of her lips, her eyes filled with disgust as she said, "Otherwise, I'll beat you up every time I see you!"

After she finished speaking, she left quickly and slammed the door loudly.

Song Yanxi covered Jiaojiao's ears first, met Mo Jinchuan's eyes, and shook her head gently.

She didn't believe what Zhuang Shihan had just said.

Such a grown-up person just disappeared without a trace. It is impossible for her, as the owner, not to know anything.

Chunsheng is a servant of the Duke of Jingguo. Even his indenture is in the hands of the Duke. His parents and elderly grandfather are now working in the mansion.

Even if it was for the sake of getting married, he would never betray Zhuang Shihan, and he didn't have the courage to do so.

Rather than blaming him for betraying his master, Song Yanxi was more inclined to believe that Zhuang Shihan disliked him for being too honest and dull, and cruelly drove him away.

But even if he was driven away, after such a long time, he should have returned to the Duke Jingguo's Mansion, instead of having no news at all like now.

His parents didn't even receive a letter from him letting them know he was safe.

If Song Yanxi had not heard the old man ask about this matter when she went to check the pulse of Duke Jingguo two days ago, she would have thought Chunsheng had returned to Beijing early.

But now, there is no news of such a living person, as if he has evaporated from the earth.

"Girl!" Zhuzhi's breathless voice brought Song Yanxi back to her senses.

Without thinking too much, she quickly took the medicine bottle from her hand, opened it, poured out a pill and asked Jiaojiao to take it.

The little girl was really able to recognize it. Even though her face turned pale with pain, she just leaned in Song Yanxi's arms and hummed softly.

After taking the medicine, she grabbed her clothes and whispered, "Aunt, will Jiaojiao not die?"

Song Yanxi's nose was sore after hearing this, and she hurriedly said, "Don't talk nonsense, you want to live a hundred years, what's the point of talking about death?

Don’t say that again, Auntie doesn’t like to hear it.”

Zhuzhi also hurriedly said, "Quick, little miss, quick bah bah bah."

Jiaojiao didn't understand what it meant, but she did it anyway.

It's just that her stomach still hurts a little, and she frowns when she makes a "Pooh" sound, which looks both funny and pitiful.

After she finished spitting three times, the little girl gently touched her belly and said with surprise, "Auntie, Jiaojiao's stomach doesn't hurt anymore!"

As she spoke, she rubbed it harder and pursed her lips, saying, "Okay, it still hurts a little bit."

Amused by her cute little appearance, Song Yanxi brought a bowl of sweet water and asked, "Jiaojiao, do you want to try it?"

The little girl nodded hurriedly.

But then she shook her head again.

Without waiting for Song Yanxi to ask, she pursed her lips and said, "Daddy said that you can't eat when your stomach hurts."

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Mo Jinchuan's reaction. She was clearly a little unconvinced, but also really scared.

Especially when she thought about her third brother's swollen butt and loud crying when he left, Jiaojiao became even more scared.

She wants to be beautiful and not cry!

Thinking about how she had just cried out of pain, the little girl quickly wiped her face with her hand and muttered, "Don't cry, you won't be pretty if you cry."

Zhuzhi originally thought that Jiaojiao needed someone to coax her, but now that she saw that she could coax herself, she liked her even more.

She told herself silently in her heart.

After the girl gets married, she will definitely take care of the young lady as if she were her own daughter and will never treat her poorly in the slightest.

If anyone dares to bully the young lady, she will be the first to disagree!

Soon, various sweet soups were served.

Bai Qing, who was walking in front, smiled and said, "This is a gift from my princess. Please enjoy it, my dear guests."

As he turned to leave, Mo Jinchuan suddenly called out to him.

Bai Qing's body stiffened slightly, and he forced a smile before turning around and asking, "What else do you want, sir?"

Mo Jinchuan said: "Serve two pots of good wine to the guests in box six and put it on our account."

Bai Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and asked, "Would you two like to try the spring breeze in our store?"

He smiled and explained, "Hot pot paired with fruit wine is a completely different experience. You two gentlemen may wish to try it."

After saying this, he turned and left.

When the footsteps faded away and could no longer be heard, Song Yanxi looked at Mo Jinchuan and asked, "Did your Highness see anything?"

Mo Jinchuan handed a pair of chopsticks to Ziheng and said gently, "This man has a stable lower body and is a martial artist."

Song Yanxi nodded and repeated what Zhuang Shihan had just said to her.

"Boxing?" Mo Jinchuan glanced at the door, his expression growing colder. "He has calluses on his knuckles, so he must be good at using swords or hidden weapons."

Afraid that she didn't understand, he explained, "Xi'er, the weapons commonly used by martial artists are just like the silver needles commonly used by you doctors.

For example, I am good at using dual swords. On the battlefield, I can only choose a sword or a gun unless the enemy disarms me.

Going unarmed is the worst option."

Song Yanxi frowned and asked, "Your Highness, are you saying that his daily boxing practice is more like a way of deliberately hiding his abilities in front of others?"

Mo Jinchuan nodded and smiled, "I'm used to using two swords every day. If I don't use them for a few days, I'll feel itchy. Even if I perform ten sets of punches in one breath, I won't be satisfied.

You can tell at a glance whether someone is a martial artist or not.

If he wants to hide his shortcomings from others, this is a good way to do it."

Song Yanxi murmured, "Yes, he took the initiative to show it in front of others, which actually dispelled many of the other party's doubts."

But why did he do that?

It can't be that he did it to hide it from Zhuang Shihan.

Judging from what she just said, there should be no problem with this person's identity, and she has asked someone to investigate.

Otherwise, she would never be able to trust him with the entire Shuzhuang business.

Song Yanxi was just thinking when someone suddenly stuffed a pair of chopsticks into her hands.

She looked up and met Mo Jinchuan's black eyes full of helplessness.

He said without hesitation, "Let's eat first. There's no rush for other things."

Jiaojiao nodded hurriedly and said crisply, "Daddy is right. Mommy needs to eat more so that she can grow taller."

As she spoke, she gestured with her little hands, "I want to be as tall as Daddy."

Song Yanxi suppressed her laughter and asked, "Ah, if it grows that tall, won't it be a bit too tall?"

The little guy shook his head like a rattle and said seriously, "Mommy wants to grow up tall and strong so that she can beat the bad guys away with one punch!"

She raised her little pink fist, as if to give herself some encouragement.

Song Yanxi laughed and was about to tease her when she heard Mo Jinchuan, who was sitting opposite her, ask in a muffled voice, "So what do you plan to ask Daddy to do?"

What? From what she said, she felt that he was a bit useless as a father?

Jiaojiao turned to look at him, scratched her head and said, "Daddy, why don't you hide behind Mommy, just like Jiaojiao."

As she spoke, she pushed herself into Mo Jinchuan's arms and muttered, "Daddy is so big, how can he hide?"

The innocent words of a child made the two old men blush and they coughed lightly to cover up their embarrassment.

Jiaojiao looked up at Song Yanxi, then looked at Mo Jinchuan across from her, and asked in a baby voice, "Daddy, Mommy, are you sick?"