Qin Ye held her thin hands, which were so thin that they could not be held in one hand, and her small face was an unhealthy, sickly pale color.

"Qin'er..."

This was Li Huang's family affair, and she had no right to interfere, but she felt sorry for the child.

"Aunt, don't feel bad for me. Qin'er knows it well." Little Deer Qin smiled sensibly, "I know mother loves me too, but she's not very happy. When she's in a good mood, she'll be able to see how good Qin'er is!"

Qin Jiaojiao's temperament cannot be changed. It was like that in the beginning, it is like that now, and it will be like that in the future.

The child is a tool for her to vent her anger. How could Zong Zhengli fall in love with such a girl?

Qin Ye couldn't bear to hit the child, so he took a deep breath, smiled faintly and changed the subject: "Father and mother, how come these two titles are different?"

Logically speaking, she should call Qin Jiaojiao mother.

Lu Qin said: "Because 'mother' was the first word I learned when I was a toddler, and it was my uncle who taught me."

She knew that she had stayed with her uncle and aunt for more than half a year.

During that time, her aunt raised her and her uncle taught her. Later, when her father had a dispute with her uncle, she returned to her father.

"Ever since I can remember, I've been used to calling her 'mother', and I've been calling her that since then, but it's a pity..."

She opened her mouth, her eyes gradually dimming, "It's a pity... the aunt who raised me has passed away..."

She knew that it was her aunt who raised her.

Before she could repay her aunt's kindness, her aunt left without her even having the chance to call her back.

"I was young back then and I don't remember anything. My aunt raised me, but I didn't even know what she looked like..." The corners of her eyes gradually became moist, and misty drops of water condensed and dripped silently.

Snap!

It fell on the back of Qin Ye's hand, so hot that her breathing became tight.

Four years have passed, and Lu Qin still remembers her!

She was actually always thinking about her in her heart!

For a moment, Qin Ye was inexpressibly moved and gratified. This feeling was even more exciting and touching than hoping one's son or daughter would become successful. He couldn't help but hold the child's hand tightly, and was so excited that he was speechless.

She is not dead.

She was right in front of her.

But it is better to have less trouble than more. Qin Jiaojiao has a perverse personality and Qin Ye does not want to reveal his identity.

"Qin'er..." A voice calling suddenly came from outside the yard.

Qin Jiaojiao came over.

Qin Ye quickly suppressed his emotions and whispered, "Qin'er, you are already a five-year-old boy. You are very smart and you should know how to distinguish right from wrong. If it is your fault, you should correct it. If it is not your fault, you don't have to take the blame on yourself."

“Don’t repay evil with kindness, and don’t just give away. You never owe anyone anything. No matter what you do, only do it if it’s worth it.”

Just like it is impossible to wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, Qin Jiaojiao is immersed in her own resentment. The negative energy accumulated over the years will only harm the child's body and mind.

She actually told Lu Qin to die.

Lu Qin was dead, and she couldn't be woken up. Did Lu Qin destroy their relationship? Did Lu Qin's life not count?

Qin Jiaojiao came closer. Qin Ye didn't say anything more. He stopped talking, stood up, and met Qin Jiaojiao's eyes.

"Qin'er, Princess, you are here."

Qin Jiaojiao came over with a smile, her kind eyes and gentle features made her look like a good wife and mother.

You can't pretend for more than three seconds.

When she came over to hug Lu Qin, she didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but she knocked Qin Ye aside with her elbow.

"Princess, please take care of Qin'er. Prince Chen has arranged Yayuan. I will take Qin'er there first. After everything is arranged, she will come over to play." She said with a smile, and left holding Lu Qin.

Qin Ye stood firmly on his feet and rubbed his waist.

The blow that hit her also pulled her hair. It was quite painful.