"Daddy! Daddy!"
Zhouzhou noticed something was wrong and immediately started waving her little hands around randomly.
Su Qingzhi quickly reached out and slapped his hand away.
"What are you doing! The children saw it all!"
He then sheepishly let go of her hand.
"Oh, I just gave you a kiss, I didn't do anything else."
The little girl pouted, her eyes reddening.
He felt sorry for her when he saw this.
"My little darling, don't be angry."
He then leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on her chubby little face.
"Giggle..."
The little girl instantly stopped crying and started laughing, completely forgetting her earlier grievances.
He bent down and picked up Zhouzhou, letting her sit steadily between himself and his wife.
My daughter was babbling beside me, her tiny voice full of life.
And the child who was hiding in the corner, timidly tugging at her clothes, Zhenzhen, was also quietly looking up at her.
"You want to adopt Zhenzhen?"
He Zaizhou had just pushed open the ward door when he heard these words and stopped in his tracks.
He really didn't expect this; it was completely unexpected.
Who in the factory doesn't have a headache with Zhenzhen?
He is withdrawn, doesn't like to talk, and won't utter a sound even when wronged. He will not fight back or talk back when hit or cursed.
But there was a stubbornness in his eyes, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.
Some of the aunties in the family compound said they wanted to take care of the children, but what they were really thinking about was the subsidy.
The money wasn't much, but it came every year, continuously until I turned eighteen.
The prospect of tuition waivers and factory jobs covering all the way to high school graduation is a significant incentive for ordinary families.
But children are not money; they are living, breathing people.
You have to coax him to sleep, cover him with a blanket, and get up to comfort him if you hear him crying in the middle of the night.
Which family can just have an extra child?
Especially this kid, his father is a martyr, his name is engraved on the wall of honor, and everyone respects him.
Bearing this identity, the child is also sensitive; a harsh word might stay in their heart for a long time.
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