The little dumpling is unhappy.
Specifically, this can be seen in the fact that Chaochao often sits on the carpet by the French windows, with the little sheep doll that Jiang Chi gave her in her arms, and a rabbit doll next to her. The one person, the sheep, and the rabbit silently face the clear blue sky outside the window, and can remain motionless for five minutes.
A moment later, the stone statue of Chaochao in the center finally came to life, its small shoulders drooping as it let out a long sigh.
After sighing, he realized something was wrong and immediately took another breath.
My brother once said that sighing too often will drive away good luck.
...Could it be that her sister is ignoring her because of bad luck, and that's why Xiaoqi is so tired?
Suddenly realizing this possibility, Chaochao was so frightened that she opened her mouth wide and took a deep breath straight into her lungs.
Suck it back in, suck it back in!!
...and then, tragically, he choked.
Jiang Chi placed his palm on the little dumpling's back, helplessly helping her to catch her breath. "Why are you breathing so fast? It's not like it's the last breath of air in the world. Look how precious you are to it."
"Cough...! Cough cough...!"
His response was a deafening cough from Chaochao, accompanied by a pitiful and resentful look in her eyes, as watery as a lake surface touched by a spring breeze.
Waaah, I'm already like this, and you're still criticizing me, brother!
Finally, with Jiang Chi's help, Chaochao, who had successfully passed gas, turned around while holding the little lamb and buried her head in the soft belly of the rabbit plush toy, letting out a heavy "woof" in a sad, babyish voice.
Waaah, she's messed with a rat! Believe it or not, she's going to die!
Jiang Chi: "..."
You can't die, or I'll die too.
Jiang Chi, who was and still is the kingpin of the entertainment industry, is quite adept at uttering apologies. He reached out and poked the little dumpling's soft back with his finger. "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that to you."
The sullen little dumpling didn't give him any response.
Jiang paused for a moment, then intensified his efforts.
"It's all because that air is so bad, it dared to choke you, I'll teach it a lesson!"
Jiang Chi frowned and coldly blamed the culprit. After speaking, he professionally and silently fanned the air twice.
Just as he finished fanning the air, he turned his gaze back and saw Chaochao turning her head and staring at him intently, her bright, round eyes filled with the word "judgment."
Is my brother trying to comfort me or just trying to make himself happy?
Jiang Chi: "...cough."
I had no choice but to clear my throat tactically.
Just as I was about to explain to her again, Chaochao had already turned her head and buried herself back into the rabbit's belly, looking like she "didn't want to hear her brother's explanation."
Jiang Chi poked it again.
The little dumpling turned its bottom toward the door.
She indicated that she just wanted some peace and quiet right now.
"All right."
Jiang Chi sighed slightly, then got up and left as if in resignation.
Three minutes later, feeling that there was really no movement behind her, Chaochao lifted her head from the doll's belly and looked back. After seeing that there was indeed no one else in the room except her, she lowered her head a little dejectedly and silently counted on her short fingers.
How could my brother really be gone...?
The more melancholy little dumpling slowly turned its head, but suddenly stopped a second before it could turn around.
She stared at a plate of peanut and almond shortbread on the small coffee table for five seconds, then turned her head away.
Jiang Chi, who was hiding by the door, raised his eyebrows in surprise.
If they won't even eat this, then the situation is very serious.
The young man, who was frowning in thought, saw the little dumpling with its back to him facing him, its head straight ahead, unmoved and full of righteousness. He moved his gaze down a little and caught a sneaky little hand reaching out, quickly and accurately taking the tray from the small coffee table.
Jiang Chi: ...Thankfully, the situation is still under control.
After quickly finishing the peanut shortbread, the little dumpling put the empty plate back on the coffee table, pretending that nothing had happened.
After the little dumpling hurriedly wiped its mouth with a handkerchief, Jiang Chi waited a little while longer at the door. Seeing that the little thieving dog had already disposed of the crime scene, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Upon hearing the noise, Chaochao's back suddenly trembled slightly.
Jiang Chi couldn't help but chuckle, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at his slightly curved peach blossom eyes. His questioning voice was perfectly convincing: "Where did the pastries on the plate go?"
Without daring to turn her head, Chaochao couldn't see the upturned corners of the young man's lips. Her childish voice was muffled and weak as she said, "I don't know... maybe, maybe he couldn't think straight and jumped off the building."
So the point of your fall was in your stomach?
Jiang Chi raised his fingertips and pressed down on the upward curve that he couldn't help but continue to rise.
But he still pretended to believe it and said "Oh—", and immediately saw the little dumpling breathe a sigh of relief.
Because the window screen in front was being blown around.
Then Jiang Chi saw the little dumpling wiggle its bottom again.
"...Is he telling me to leave again?"
He asked.
After a pause, Chaochao turned her head and touched her bottom with her little hand. She hadn't wanted to explain, but firstly, the other person was her brother, and secondly, she felt obligated to help him. So, the little dumpling reluctantly explained in a low voice:
"My butt just went numb from sitting."
It doesn't mean I want my brother to leave...
Jiang Chi finally couldn't help but turn his back and burst out laughing.
Chaochao wants to reconcile with her brother and be honest with him.
"???"
Brother, how can you laugh like that? Does it reflect on all my sincere love and affection? Does it reflect on my embarrassing little bottom?
This time, Jiang Chi was driven out all by his own efforts.
Having already suffered three blows, the dark clouds over Chaochao's head grew even heavier. Even when Huo Qin, who had only worked half a day, suggested a late-night barbecue, she forcibly resisted the temptation and weakly waved her little hand in refusal.
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