In her later years, she could only use medication to alleviate her pain; this was Mudan's choice, and she could only respect it.
Mo Lingchen was taken aback: "How painful?"
"You poisoned me, didn't you know?"
Mo Lingchen shook his head: "I only know that the poison is colorless and odorless, so it won't be detected and requires long-term poisoning."
"I am not knowledgeable in pharmacology."
After Su Yujiao left, Mo Lingchen looked at the golden peony on the bed, but what he was thinking about was what she had just said.
The thought of Chu Qinghe suffering such inhuman torture should have made him happy, but his feelings were complicated.
He kept recalling yesterday when Chu Qinghe looked at him with such adoring and affectionate eyes, trying to please and coax him.
Those eyes were as clear as the bright moon in the sky, making one reluctant to destroy them.
Mo Lingchen sat in the ward for a while before leaving.
He felt he shouldn't be thinking about other women while looking at peonies.
When Lu Ziqian came out of the house, he was playing in the mud with his two children.
Even the usually aloof and noble young master had mud smeared on his face, yet he was still smiling so happily.
Mo Lingchen envied this kind of life. If Mudan hadn't had that accident, if that child had been born, their family of three would have been just as happy.
Lu Ziqian turned around and met Mo Lingchen's envious gaze.
The two nodded slightly, which was considered a greeting.
As Mo Lingchen passed by the three of them, Xiao Momo said in a soft, sweet voice, "Uncle Mo, have some buns."
The little girl was holding a mud bun in her chubby, fair hands.
Mo Lingchen squatted down with a smile, not minding the dirt, picked up the mud-made bun, and took a big, exaggerated bite.
"Mmm, Momo's steamed buns are really delicious." His voice was gentle, and his smile was warm.
At this moment, An'an also ran over and placed the food she had just made in Mo Lingchen's hand: "Uncle Mo, eat mine too."
Mo Lingchen looked at the lump of poop in his hand, his face contorted with constipation.
Although he didn't want to disappoint his child, he really couldn't eat this pile of poop.
"Hahaha……"
Lu Ziqian couldn't help but laugh when he saw the usually gentle and refined young master with a rare constipated expression on his face.
Mo Lingchen looked at the gloating look on someone's face, and said in a gentle tone, "An'an, you did a really good job."
“Our An’an is the best.”
"But your uncle is full, so this is for your father."
An'an was overjoyed to receive the praise and immediately turned around to put the poop to Lu Ziqian's mouth.
He's a good baby, he wants to feed Daddy himself!
"Father, eat!"
Now it was Lu Ziqian's turn to look constipated. This brat, last night he gave him urine to drink, today he's feeding him poop?
Doesn't he deserve to eat something normal?!
puff……
Mo Lingchen laughed out loud and glanced at Lu Ziqian: "This child takes after you, he's smart!"
"Hmm...they look alike, no wonder they're related!"
Mo Lingchen won the game and left in a good mood.
Lu Ziqian's eyelids twitched when he heard him say "biological daughter," and he couldn't help but look An'an up and down.
Does An'an look a lot like him?
He was kept in a cage since he was a child, and his childhood was worse than that of pigs and dogs. He doesn't know what he looked like when he was a child.
The man scooped An'an up and carried her into the house. He looked at himself in the bronze mirror, then at An'an's little face.
The comparison was startling; their eyebrows, eyes, and expressions were almost identical.
The only difference is that An'an is the smaller, chubby version, while I am the slender, strong version!
Could An'an be his child?
That can't be right, Jiaojiao had a miscarriage back then!
But this child looks so much like him.
Is there really such a coincidence in this world?
"An'an, shall Daddy take you out to play?"
The little guy shook his head like a rattle: "No, Mommy won't allow it."
"Mommy said there's a big bad wolf outside, woof!"
Lu Ziqian was amused by the child's adorable appearance and gently pinched his little nose: "With Daddy protecting you, you're not afraid of any wolf."
"Besides, your mother isn't home right now. We'll sneak out and sneak back in."
The little guy's eyes lit up: "Take your little sister out to play too?"
"I'll take you today, and then I'll take your sister tomorrow, otherwise your mother will find out."
An'an nodded vigorously, revealing a row of white, tiny teeth, and smiled until her eyes narrowed into squinty eyes.
"Daddy will take you to eat candied hawthorns."
"Wow, Daddy's the best!" The little guy planted a kiss on the man's face, showering him with compliments.
Lu Ziqian took the child out and had Mo Shu come along.
Although Su Yujiao had repeatedly warned him not to take the two children out, Lu Ziqian had absolute confidence in himself.
Is he really incapable of protecting a child?
Lu Ziqian handed An'an to Mo Shu and whispered a few words to him.
"An'an, let's play a game."
"You do this and that... and then do that and that again..."
The little guy nodded repeatedly, showing he was really going all out for a candied hawthorn.
Lu Ziqian bought An'an a candied hawthorn skewer, and the little guy hugged the skewer, licking it repeatedly...
Lu Ziqian couldn't bear to watch. Why wasn't he following the script?
What happened to her crying and looking for her father?
With his big teeth bared and grinning, he doesn't look like a pitiful child who can't find his father at all!
"An'an, you should cry and look for your father."
An'an nodded: "Waaah... Slurp... Looking for Daddy..."
The little guy opened his mouth wide and pretended to cry, all talk and no action, while still licking the candied hawthorn in between.
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