"Mom, you know that's not what I meant." Feng Pingting said anxiously, crying.
Ling Qingyue's voice was full of temptation: "I know you like him, and I hope he likes you. But this is the final result, and you don't need to care about the previous process. As long as you can marry him, my Pingting is so beautiful, how could he not like you?"
"Mom, you're right..." Feng Pingting sniffed, and a light flashed in her eyes.
"By the way, didn't uncle say he would send something back? Has the package arrived? I want to wear a new dress!"
Feng Pingting's emotions came and went quickly, and she suddenly asked.
"And me! I want a car!" Feng Cheng'an's ears were sharp and he quickly ran down from upstairs.
Ling Qingyue's expression was unnatural for a moment, but she quickly adjusted herself: "Don't worry, we have everything. It should arrive in a few days."
Feng Cheng'an is just seven years old now, and is at the age of being naughty. His family is very troubled by him and usually spoils him.
"That's good. I'm the king of kids in school and I'm the only one who has a car! Hahaha!" Feng Chengan clapped his hands happily.
"You, have you finished today's homework? Dad will punish you again when he comes back later." Feng Pingting touched Feng Cheng'an's forehead lovingly.
She loved her younger brother very much, but sometimes she thought he was a little too noisy.
Feng Xuesong was very strict with him and often tested his grades.
When Feng Chengan mentioned his father, he felt a little guilty and quickly reached out to hug Ling Qingyue: "Mom will help me, right?"
"I won't help you if you don't do your homework. It's still early, so go read a book. Go quickly. Otherwise, dad will get angry and spank you." Ling Qingyue touched her youngest son's head with a loving face.
Seeing that his beloved mother said so, Feng Chengan had no choice but to go upstairs obediently: "Okay then..."
After this troublemaker left, Ling Qingyue and her daughter went into the cloakroom.
She wanted to choose a nice outfit for Feng Pingting.
Her daughter was so beautiful, she just didn't dress up well today, otherwise she really didn't believe anyone could be better than her.
In the evening, Feng Xuesong returned home.
He was dressed in a long grey cloth gown, had handsome features, an upright posture, and a pair of thin-framed glasses on his face. He looked as elegant as a university scholar from ancient times. Compared with Ling Qingyue and her two sons, who were dressed in Western styles, he seemed like someone from two different worlds.
Somewhat out of place.
"Xuesong, you're back." Ling Qingyue greeted him gently and took the briefcase from his hand. "Are you tired from today's work?"
Feng Xuesong currently teaches biology at a Shanghai university and is a botanist.
"Not tired." Feng Xuesong looked around and found that one person was missing: "Where's Cheng'an? Is this brat catching up on his homework again?"
"Dad, please don't expose something you already know!" Feng Pingting walked over with a pout, and shook Feng Xuesong's arm coquettishly.
"You, stop interrupting." Although the words were spoken sternly, Feng Xuesong was clearly smiling.
He has always been extremely fond of his daughter Feng Pingting, even more than he was of Feng Chengan.
Originally, he only wanted this one daughter, but Qingyue got pregnant unexpectedly, and it was not easy for her to abort the child, so she gave birth to Cheng'an.
But in terms of the love and effort given to the two children, Feng Pingting, the daughter, enjoyed the most.
"My younger brother is young, so it's normal for him to like to play. I was also very naughty when I was a child. Dad, please give him a day off~~" Feng Pingting continued to act coquettishly.
"Okay, ask him to come down for dinner. His sister pleaded for him today, so I won't scold him." Feng Xuesong said helplessly.
Soon, the family sat happily at the dining table and started eating.
"Pingting, you look so thin. Eat more. Being too thin is not good for your health."
Feng Xuesong saw Feng Pingting only picking up the food in front of her and said with a frown.
In his opinion, his daughter is already beautiful enough, and there is no need for her to lose weight by dieting.
His daughter believes that health is the best beauty.
The young ladies in the Republic of China were so hungry that they couldn't even walk, and they deliberately created the impression of being as thin as a willow. He didn't want his daughter to have this kind of trend.
"Dad, Brother Zenian is going to pick me up to play tomorrow. I want to be able to wear the skirt that Mom picked for me. If I get fat, I won't look good in a skirt." Feng Pingting said longingly.
"Bang!"
Feng Xuesong suddenly slammed the table in anger, knocking over the soup bowl, and the soup spilled all over the floor.
Everyone was startled by him.
"Dad, what's wrong with you..." Feng Pingting asked fearfully. She didn't understand why her father suddenly got angry.
"Didn't I tell you not to let Pingting have contact with anyone from the Chen family?" Feng Xuesong yelled at Ling Qingyue, his eyebrows furrowed, and it was obvious that he was very angry.
He has always been elegant and graceful. Feng Pingting has never seen her father so angry.
She pulled her brother over and held him in her arms, not daring to say a word.
Ling Qingyue knew something was wrong the moment Feng Pingting mentioned Chen Zenian.
She forgot to tell Pingting not to tell Feng Xuesong and Chen Zenian about this...
"Xuesong...the two children have known each other since childhood, so there's nothing wrong with them going out to play together...don't be so old-fashioned..." Ling Qingyue softened her voice, with a pleading look in her eyes.
"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Pingting must not be with Chen Zenian!" Feng Xuesong didn't let Ling Qingyue just act coquettishly like usual. He looked at his daughter and said sternly, "You are not allowed to go when he comes to pick you up tomorrow!"
"Why?!" Feng Pingting opened her eyes wide, unable to believe that this arbitrary and tyrannical man was her elegant father, "Dad, you can't restrict my right to make friends!"
"No reason, I'm doing this for your own good. Chen Zenian is not who he seems to be..." Feng Xuesong was a little forbearing, "Pingting, do you know how complicated the Chen family is? I hope you can just be simple and happy, and don't get involved in those storms again."
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