Chapter 33 The General Cried Loudly
"Yes." The butler responded and secretly glanced at Ye Qianning before leaving.
Xiang Minghou carried Ye Qianning into the living room and sat in the main seat without putting the fat baby down.
"Dad, am I heavy?" Ye Qianning looked up.
"It's not heavy. Your father can wield a machete weighing a hundred pounds. How much do you weigh? Dad thinks you are too thin." Xiang Minghou said as he threw the man twice.
Ye Qianning's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Really?"
"Of course. If you don't believe me, dad will show you a set of Xiang family swords tomorrow. Dad's sword weighs more than 100 pounds." Xiang Minghou was not bragging. His ancestors of the Xiang family used swords. On the battlefield, if they missed the target, they would smash the opponent to pieces.
Ye Qianning saw that he had well-developed muscles, and his big hands holding her were covered with calluses and scars, and there was even a long scar under his beard.
These are the men’s battle records, that’s what the iron-blooded heroes are talking about.
After bragging to Xiang Minghou, he saw the baby in his arms lost in thought. His smile faded and he said gravely, "My daughter, how have you been these years?"
"With Fourth Auntie, she is so nice. She always saves all the delicious food for me." Ye Qianning said.
"Fourth Aunt?" Xiang Minghou asked suspiciously, then turned and asked, "Where's your mother?"
Ye Qianning thought about it. In her memory, her mother rarely visited Pangtuan. Since she could remember, there was only Fourth Aunt. Her mother would only visit her at the end of every month and could only stay for a quarter of an hour.
She was a very beautiful woman. Every time I went to see her, although she dressed very low-key, her clothes were all made of fine materials, and she used the most popular rouge and lip powder at the time.
Fourth Aunt said that her mother was a musician for a wealthy family in town, but now she thinks that's not true.
Fatty's village was relatively backward, so it was unpleasant to say that the only place where men could dress like that was Baixiangfang, a place for men to have fun...
"My mother is very busy. She has to earn money to support me." Ye Qianning lowered his head slightly and said in a low, milky voice: "It's all because I ate too much. Mom worked very hard and became ill. That's why she died. It's all my fault..."
Xiang Minghou was heartbroken when he heard this. He tightened his grip on the chubby baby, tears welling up in his eyes. "It's Dad who's wronged you and your mother."
After saying this in a thick sobbing voice, he couldn't help crying——
He knew exactly what Nanyuan was like back then. There was a severe drought during those years and there was no food at all. It was easy to imagine how difficult it was to raise a child in such an environment.
After he returned to Kyoto City, he sent people to Nanyuan to look for Ye Qian, but the people at that time reported that Ye Qian was dead. If he had gone to investigate in person, he would not have let them suffer so much.
Ye Qianning never expected that such a tough guy, the dignified God of War of Beili, would cry in front of her... A wave of emotions spread out in her heart.
"Dad, don't cry."
She raised her little hand to wipe his cheek. His face was rough and a little prickly.
Xiang Minghou paused and cried even harder while holding the baby.
Ye Qianning was very fat, and he was a little breathless after being squeezed so hard: "Ahem... Dad, you're holding me too tight."
Hearing the cough, Xiang Minghou finally reacted and quickly let go of her. He raised his sleeve and wiped his face, saying, "It's all my fault that Dad didn't control his strength. Are you hurt?"
Ye Qianning shook his head, looking at him with a bit of amusement: "Daddy is such a grown-up, yet he still cries like a child. Isn't he afraid of being laughed at?"
(End of this chapter)
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