Chaochao glanced at the small cake that Huo Qin was holding in his hand, and immediately succumbed to his tyranny, smoothly resting her head in the crook of Huo Qin's neck and softly calling out "Daddy".
The sight of it made the driver behind it so angry that his eyes turned red.
Waaaaah, he also really wanted a daughter like Chaochao!
Huo Qin smiled slightly, his fingertips twirling as he returned the kidnapped cake to the little dumpling.
Having regained control, Chaochao continued what she hadn't finished saying while eating: "Daddy, will there be a lot of troubles when you grow up...?"
Like Sister Yu Ning, who often stares blankly at the roadside, and then suddenly runs away looking very sad...
The little dumpling slowly puffed out its cheeks, and its mind involuntarily thought of its former brothers Jingcheng, Yuci, and Yushen... and its father.
Even now, Lingling complained to her mother on the phone for a long time about being forced to practice calligraphy.
Is this what happens when you grow up...?
Huo Qin tightened his grip on Chaochao's arm subtly, his dark eyes fixed on the little girl's chubby face.
When did you start thinking about such profound topics?
His gaze shifted back to the front, and he stated calmly, "The root of most troubles is either money or family."
It escalated until it became a disease flowing in the blood.
Chaochao didn't quite understand such a short sentence. Although she recognized all the words, it sounded like a fog, difficult to decipher. However, this didn't stop her from pretending to understand, nodding her head, and making a meaningful "Oh—" sound.
"What's wrong? Is something bothering you?"
Huo Qin glanced sideways and casually brushed the willow catkins from her hair.
"My...trouble...is it...?"
The little dumpling, whose name was called, slowly repeated the sentence and finally finished the cake crumbs in his hand.
Her worries... is it that she can only eat a few candies each day, but she's still happy because she still has candies to eat...? It's because she has a lot of math lessons lately, but Aunt Ning prepares lots of snacks for her then, and she can also see Brother Yu Shen... Or is it that Sister Yu Ning doesn't want to play with her anymore...? That seems a bit...
Lost in thought about her troubles, Chaochao pondered them all the way home. Huo Qin gently placed the dazed little dumpling, who had seemed to have suddenly drifted off into a trance, back into the entryway. Aunt Ning, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly came to help the dazed little dumpling change into slippers.
After an unknown amount of time, Chaochao, as if waking from a dream, blinked her eyes, swayed her small body which had been standing for so long, and let out a heavy breath.
She figured it out: her biggest worry now was that her older sister, Yu Ning, was ignoring her! Would she still be able to play with her sister in the future? She had originally planned to invite her sister to pretend to be the fairytale princess in their playhouse…
Let me just dream about it for a while.
Chaochao, who was about to go upstairs to wash up and go to bed, staggered past the living room. But less than two seconds later, the little dumpling, who had already walked past, reversed back to a spot two meters away where there was a lacquered retro low stool.
Chaochao frowned and stared seriously at a glass of unopened chocolate milk on the low stool. She struggled to look away, and her foot, which was about to step out, paused in mid-air for a moment before she withdrew it.
Then, without hesitation, he picked up the milk on the stool and took a big gulp.
It must be placed in such a low place for her to eat!
"Why……"
After downing the cup of "forgetfulness potion" in one gulp, Chaochao put down the empty plastic cup with a wrinkled face, feeling bitter as she went upstairs.
When Huo Qin came out of the dressing room after changing his clothes, Chaochao, who had finished washing up at the self-service bathroom, was already nestled neatly in the quilt, quietly closing her eyes, like a little Bodhisattva statue that had been laid down.
Huo Qin deliberately slowed his pace the moment he saw the little girl on the bed, tucked the blanket around her, watched her for a while, and then turned off the light.
Chaochao never expected that she would lose sleep thinking about Sister Yu Ning so much. Is this the power of worry?
The bitterness has seeped into my heart.
At this moment, Chaochao felt the same way.
Chaochao, who had gone to bed early to try and fall asleep but failed, opened her eyes in the early hours of the morning, her eyes shining brightly in the darkness.
The next day, the little dumpling yawned repeatedly as she groggily got up, and then she saw those familiar two shadows under her eyes in the mirror.
Chaochao froze, speechless.
Waaaaah!
The little dumpling's sorrowful voice echoed throughout the entire villa once again.
The room, the crime scene.
Jiang Chi, his hair disheveled, was awakened from his dream by Chaochao's howling. He glanced at the incredibly realistic dark circles under Chaochao's eyes on the bed, and then secretly looked at his uncle who was rubbing his temples.
Jiang Chi gave a signal with his eyes.
Did you do this again, Uncle?
Huo Qin, keenly aware of the gaze directed at him, had cold, indifferent eyes. He couldn't understand how the Huo family could have produced such a fool.
Jiang Chi, who was already used to being coldly ignored by his uncle, bent down a little closer to the little dumpling's eyes and eyebrows, and then realized that this time it was genuine dark circles. The young man blinked his peach blossom eyes in surprise: "You really have dark circles?"
His words, which he blurted out, were like a series of flying knives that precisely pierced Chaochao's fragile heart.
Already heartbroken and sulking in bed, Chaochao shuddered at the words, twisted her bottom sharply, and buried her head in the layers of blankets, crying out, "I'm not playing with my brother anymore, waah—"
Brother, you're so annoying!
Since it's all on your face, how could it be fake?
Waaah, how come I still couldn't defend against this poison!
Jiang Chi belatedly realized that what he had just said was a bit...inappropriate, so he fell silent when Huo Qin gave him a cold look.
Huo Qin frowned.
Why is my child, who usually falls asleep quickly, suddenly having insomnia?
Jiang Chi couldn't figure it out either.
It wasn't until they happened to bump into Aunt Ning cleaning up the trash in the living room that they noticed a section of straw peeking out from the bag's opening. As they walked closer, they saw an empty oatmeal coffee cup.
Jiang Chi was immediately stunned. Wasn't this the coffee he had left in the living room last night? He had just gone to his room to get something and when he came back, he found that the coffee was gone. He thought that Aunt Ning had thrown it away as trash.
He turned his head and saw that his uncle was still staring at the empty cup.
Jiang Chi's expression gradually shifted from confusion to shock:
"!!!"
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