You can still hear the man's heartbeat in the warm embrace.
Li Shengyi lay in her father's arms, blinking her almond-shaped eyes, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Daddy?"
Next to Qin Songmo, Meng Jiuan and the other man both had looks of heartache on their faces.
They have all lived on the edge of a knife, and it is precisely because of this that they are not afraid of life and death.
In their view, life and death are just the difference between opening your eyes and closing them.
However, they are themselves, and in their eyes, their little daughter is different from them.
The little daughter was like a dazzling ray of sunshine that suddenly burst out in the biting cold wind, not only sweeping away the haze ahead of them, but also dispelling the coldness from their bodies.
Bring them endless warmth.
But this little daughter looked so calm when she talked about her life and death.
Reaching out and wiping the corners of his eyes and nose with his sleeve, Meng Jiuan tilted his head with red eyes and looked at Shen Wangchen, "Why aren't you crying?"
His sleeve was grabbed and used as a handkerchief to wipe Meng Jiuan's tears and blow his nose. Shen Wangchen resisted the urge to beat him up and said to him with a fake smile.
"Don't make me slap you in the most heartwarming moment."
"Also, although the ancients said that a gentleman uses words instead of fists, you know that I always use my hands instead of my mouth."
"If you blow your nose on my clothes again, I'll beat you so hard that even a lady won't recognize you."
Meng Jiuan was still emotional when he realized that he was not grabbing his own sleeve. He looked at the dirt on the sleeve in his hand and a look of disgust suddenly appeared on his face.
“Shen Wangchen, you are so dirty.”
Shen Wangchen: ...
Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. If you get sick from anger, no one can replace you.
Meng Jiuan is just an idiot with an incompletely developed brain and cerebellum.
Why would he bother with him so much?
Taking a deep breath, he lowered his eyes to look at his sandbag-sized fist.
When we get out of the Prime Minister's Mansion later, he will definitely beat him to death!
Li Shengyi doesn't care about her own life and death, but cares about her father's life and death.
I just learned from her father that Su Jinrou might not be dead, after all, even her body has not been found.
The frown on her little face never relaxed.
Pursing her lips slightly, she said, "She has the aura of a heroine. Unlike ordinary people, she may come back for revenge at any time."
"Dad, you must be careful."
At this critical moment, his little daughter was still thinking about him, and Meng Jiuan cried even harder.
In the end, Qin Songmo couldn't stand hearing a grown man crying in front of everyone, so he asked him to go out and get some fresh air before coming back in.
The crying stopped in the study and it became quieter immediately.
Shen Wangchen looked at the father and daughter hugging each other, he lowered his head to look at his empty arms, curled the corners of his lips, and spoke in a low voice.
"Miss, there is something Wangchen must tell you."
Li Shengyi was still reviewing the contents of the original book to see if he had missed anything, and who Su Jinrou could find to pick her up after escaping.
Hearing a familiar voice in her ears, she stretched her neck from Qin Songmo's arms.
When she stuck her head out, she saw Shen Wangchen tugging at the hem of his clothes with both hands, his face looking serious and embarrassed.
There were three big question marks on her head, and she asked puzzledly, “What’s wrong, Uncle Shen?”
It’s Uncle Shen again.
Shen Wangchen choked in his throat, and he said, “Both the master and Meng Jiuan can hear the young lady’s inner voice, and Wangchen can hear it too.”
"Young lady calls me master, Meng Jiuan is daddy, why can't Wangchen do the same?"
Li Shengyi blinked when she heard that, and after a while she frowned and said, "Yes, why not?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Wangchen's baby face suddenly showed an expression of shock and joy.
He rubbed his hands vigorously, and after a long while, he suppressed his excitement and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Really, really? Miss can really..."
"You want to be my brother and call my dad and Meng Jiuan daddy, that's really not impossible."
“It’s just that Uncle Shen, you are close in age to my father and the others. If you recognize them as your father, I’m afraid you will be criticized.”
The smile on Shen Wangchen’s lips had not yet fully risen.
Just after he heard what his young lady said, the expression on his face froze, and when he raised his head again, there was a hint of confusion between his brows.
"What?"
Qin Songmo, holding his little daughter in his arms, couldn't help but chuckle.
He raised his hand and patted his little daughter's back twice. "Wangchen is already sad. If you keep teasing him like this, he will hide and cry secretly."
Li Shengyi was surprised, "Will Uncle Shen hide and cry secretly by himself?"
Shen Wangchen: ...
Seeing his face turning blue and red, Li Shengyi stopped teasing him, and a smile appeared on his little face again.
“Why is Uncle Shen so obsessed with Sheng Yi? Is it because of Daddy, or because of Meng Jiuan?”
“Everyone is an independent individual. Uncle Shen is only twenty years old and has a better future. Why bother to cling to good intentions.”
This was not the first time Shen Wangchen had heard these words from her mouth.
The content is almost the same every time, and I always advise him not to be obsessed with it.
But he just likes the little ball in front of him.
He had followed Qin Songmo for many years and had seen countless children of ministers, as well as princes and princesses like the twelfth prince.
He also grew up from a child to what he is now.
He knew exactly what he wanted, just as Qin Songmo and Meng Jiuan wanted.
During the short time she spent with Li Shengyi, his dim future was also illuminated by her.
He also wanted to be like Qin Songmo and Meng Jiuan, holding his little sun in his arms unscrupulously to dispel the haze that had been in his mind for a long time.
But he was rejected by Little Sun again and again...
With his brows lowered, Shen Wangchen shook his head silently, then stood up and left the study.
Li Shengyi looked at his lonely back as he left, and felt a little upset.
She grabbed the corner of Qin Songmo's clothes, and waited until the study door was closed intimately before she asked, "Daddy, did I do something wrong?"
Qin Songmo smiled and shook his head. "Your good intentions are not wrong. The fate between you and Wangchen has not yet arrived. The name you choose is also yours to decide."
"If Shengyi lets Wangchen become your third father out of guilt, I'm sure you'll feel uncomfortable in the future."
"It's okay, there's still a lot of time, we can take it slow."
When Qin Songmo was facing his little daughter, he couldn't help but soften his tone of voice.
He stood up holding his little daughter in one hand, looked around the study, and never thought about hiding the storybook in the study again.
He reached out and opened the study door, but did not see Meng Jiuan and the other person.
His brows moved slightly, and the next moment he returned to his usual cold and aloof look.
"Tonight is New Year's Eve. Although it's not appropriate to make excessive celebrations due to Chu Hong's death, the streets are still bustling."
"Shengyi, would you like to go to the streets with daddy?"
Li Shengyi leaned on her father's shoulder and nodded, "Okay."
Perhaps it was really not their destiny yet, and between her and Shen Wangchen...perhaps they could only maintain the status quo.
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