Chapter 185 The Vicious Little Meat Bun!
Si He paused slightly.
The finger pressed down lightly, causing Xia Jingheng to furrow his brow slightly in pain.
"Wake up! We've only known each other for a short time, and you expect me to take care of you for the rest of your life? You're dreaming."
"Don't think I don't know. You just want to take me in because I'm physically fit and healthy. Taking care of Qingbao is already tiring enough. I don't want to add another burden like you. Do you understand?"
"What's so great about the Crown Prince? If I don't want to, will Qingbao let you bully me?"
After Si He finished bandaging, she casually tossed the bandage aside. "Alright, go find someone to clean you up. This is so annoying every day."
Si He grumbled as he put the medicine back in its place, then washed his hands and prepared to leave.
Xia Jingheng was stunned.
I almost burst out laughing. "I only asked one question, and you said ten."
Si He looked at him, "Listen carefully when I'm speaking, don't count!"
“That’s not what I meant. I know I’m disabled and wouldn’t dare to presume upon you. What I meant was…” Xia Jingheng hesitated for a moment, then looked at her:
"There are many outstanding young officials in the court. If you wish to remarry, my father and I will find a way to help you find someone suitable. We will never let you live a lonely and helpless life."
He hesitated as he said this, but his eyes were very firm.
In fact, his affection for Sihe and his courage to risk everything were driven by his soul.
He would never jeopardize Sihe's happiness until he had a clear understanding of himself.
“No need.” Si He’s expression softened considerably. “Before, I only had two wishes, but now, I only have one left.”
Firstly, she wanted to find her adoptive parents.
Secondly, she and Qingbao left the Su family together, and the two of them, mother and daughter, were filial to their adoptive parents for the rest of their lives.
The family of four lived happily together.
This is everything Sihe has always dreamed of, even if she lives in seclusion in the fields, even if she works hard, so what?
Nothing is more important than a real family being together.
But now.
All that remained in her wish list was Qingbao.
All she wanted was to take good care of Qingbao as she grew up, and to see her happy and joyful was enough for her.
Qingbao is the only person in the world who loves her.
Sihe will not include the other people in her and Qingbao's small home for the time being.
Xia Jingheng felt a sudden tightness in his chest as he listened.
"Sihe, you must believe in yourself, you have truly been loved."
Si He's gaze was gloomy.
Was she ever loved?
During my childhood in Sujia Village, happiness felt so real, day and night.
When they finally appeared, all happiness shattered.
Si He wasn't stuck in a rut; she was just caught in a bizarre state of mind.
Can love that is based on ulterior motives and is false truly be considered happiness?
—Don't trust anyone anymore!
This is what Si He is thinking at this moment.
"Thank you for thinking of me, but I don't want to rely on others for the rest of my life. Even family members may not love you wholeheartedly, let alone strangers... I'm leaving now, take care."
Si He pushed open the door and left.
The sunlight outside was a bit dazzling, outlining Si He's bright silhouette.
Xia Jingheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
Reach out and touch your heart.
It's amazing how fast and realistically it can jump.
—It seems he can gradually see himself.
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Qingbao returned to the Princess's residence.
Watching the servants coming and going, repairing the courtyard, I couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
"Xiao Chen, this is a mess your master made, and you can't escape responsibility..."
"If you want me to fix it, just say so!" Tang Chen frowned slightly. "Don't bring up Qingxuan."
It wasn't her who told Qingxuan to set the fire.
set fire……
Mentioning this word brings a sharp pain to her heart, followed by a throbbing pain in her lower abdomen.
Looking down, Qingbao was indeed holding a formation in her hand.
Hey! You wicked little dumpling!
I'll kill you sooner or later!
"I'll fix it! This servant will fix it, okay?" Tang Chen, dressed in white and carrying an oil-paper umbrella, joined the large group building the Princess's mansion.
Originally, everyone worked hard and everything was in an orderly manner.
It wasn't until the servants working there discovered that the timber and tiles were flying up and building on their own that they realized something was wrong.
He clutched his head and let out a deafening scream!
Qingbao hopped over the threshold.
In a perfectly intact courtyard, the aroma of food wafted through the air.
Strands of black mist carried the delicious dishes to the dining table.
Si He was slightly taken aback. "Lord Fu Tu, you've worked hard."
Fu Tu, wearing an apron, floated in with rice in his left hand and soup in his right.
She was humming a little tune.
"It's not hard work, I used to make this all the time. Try it, do you like it?"
These were all flavors that Junior Sister used to love to eat. I wonder if her tastes have changed after she was reborn as Si He.
Even if things change, it doesn't matter. He'll just keep learning whatever she likes to eat.
Si He sat down and picked up her chopsticks.
I picked up a piece of meat, but before I could put it in my mouth, I felt a cool breeze approaching from beside me.
Turning her head, she saw Fu Tu propping up his cool, handsome face with his hands, staring at her expectantly.
Full of anticipation, "Eat!"
It seemed like there were little stars in Fu Tu's eyes.
Like a little fangirl.
Qingbao copied him, propping her chubby face up with her hands, sitting on the other side of Sihe, and speaking in a high-pitched voice:
"Eat!"
Si He:......
You guys need to be normal, I'm scared.
Qingbao glared at Fu Tu, puffing out her cheeks. "You're scared, but I'm normal!"
Fu Tu didn't care and stared at Si He with adoring eyes, "Si He, when are you going to get darker?"
He misses his junior sister.
Although Si He is the junior sister, she doesn't have the junior sister's memories, and Fu Tu doesn't know how to talk to her.
"Me?" Si He pointed to herself, looking completely bewildered. "What do you mean by turning darker? I didn't know that!"
"Mommy, don't mind him, you eat." Qingbao struggled to pick up the chopsticks, which were almost as long as her arm, and served food to her mother.
After taking a bite, Si He's expression brightened. "Lord Fu Tu's cooking is delicious."
"Is it delicious?" The man smiled, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons, and served Si He some food. "Eat more. I'll take care of all your meals from now on."
He rarely cooked before; he would only cook once in a while if his junior sister clung to his arm and begged him to.
Now, the joy of regaining what he lost makes him cherish it all the more. He would be happy even if he ate nine meals a day, let alone three.
Although he can't eat now, watching them eat is his greatest happiness.
Qingbao, with her big, bright eyes, took out a stick from her bosom.
"This is Jing..." Remembering his mother was by his side, the little guy quickly changed his words.
"This is something that my brother, the Crown Prince, was born with. Look at it, isn't it similar to the one you gave to my mother?"
Fu Tu accepted it, then lowered his eyes and remained silent.
"What do you mean by 'similar in form'... this is clearly something I made too!"
"Then why did you give it to Jingheng?" Qingbao asked, puzzled.
Fu Tu rubbed the fortune slip between his fingertips, his voice soft: "I didn't give it to Xia Jingheng..."
"Who gave it to you?"
Fu Tu looked at Si He, the answer was self-evident.
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