Chapter 132 Mao Mao, don't be friends with him.
Outsiders don't know how good the relationship is between the young masters and ladies of the Lou family; only the family members know best.
The eldest concubine said to her nephew, "Now that Mao Mao has come to the Marshal's Mansion, she is a child of the Lou family. We all treat her as our own child. She is the eldest young master's younger sister."
Zhao Qi'an didn't take it seriously.
Biological child?
Your own children are connected by blood, but other people's children are still other people's children. No matter how good they are, how good can they be?
If he weren't related to his aunt by blood, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to help him.
If Aunt's womb were to be fertile and give Lou Dashuai a son or daughter, things would be much easier for him than they are now.
Of course, these things couldn't be said in front of my aunt.
He appeared to be a dutiful son, offering auspicious New Year's greetings while subtly bringing up his own request again and again.
The Zhao family has never produced any outstanding figures. If he could be valued by Commander Lou or Young Commander Lou, he could lead the Zhao family to great heights.
The Zhao family is doing well, which gives Auntie confidence. If Auntie encounters difficulties in the future, they can also support her.
He's my aunt's own nephew, would he really harm her? Of course, he's doing it for her own good!
His words, delivered with both emotion and reason, left the first wife completely bewildered.
However, the first wife still said, "I heard from your grandmother that you had excellent grades after you came back from studying abroad. You are quite capable, so there's no need to rush."
“Aunt, those who can study abroad all come from well-off families. My classmates who returned from studying abroad with me all got good jobs because of their family connections. I don’t want to lose to them.”
Since he said that, the first wife couldn't say anything else.
Are we going to stop people from making progress?
She could only say, "If there's a chance, I'll put in a good word for you with the Marshal and ask the First Madam to speak on your behalf. But who the Marshal employs is not something I can decide."
"Then I'll wait for my aunt's good news."
Zhao Qi'an stayed a while longer.
It wasn't until it was getting late and he couldn't find anything to talk about, and seeing that the Lou family had no intention of inviting him to stay for dinner, that he had no choice but to get up and say goodbye.
"I'll visit you again next time." He said humbly and respectfully, "Aunt, you should also come home to visit often. I'm always waiting for you to come back."
The first wife was deeply moved: "I am content with your kindness."
They talked for a while, and it was getting late, so she got up to see her nephew out.
Zhao Qi'an followed behind her.
He turned back to look deeper into the villa, his steps hesitant.
All the rooms were closed, and we didn't know who was inside.
He wanted to take advantage of today's New Year's visit to show his face in front of Commander Lou or Young Commander Lou. As long as he could get a word in edgewise, he would have a better chance of getting his aunt to do something for him.
Although he met Young Marshal Lou, the other party didn't even look at him properly.
If you miss this opportunity, you don't know when you'll get another chance.
If his aunt were Madam Lou, perhaps things wouldn't have been so complicated.
Zhao Qi'an stopped in his tracks: "Aunt, I want to..."
The sound of footsteps approached, and a small figure emerged from the side corridor.
Mao Mao just came from the kitchen and helped the chef taste the pastries made today. Her little hands are full of them now.
She held a fragrant jujube cake in her little hand, munching on it earnestly with her tiny baby teeth. She also had a piece in each of her pockets to take to her mother. In her other free hand, she held a bright red cat-shaped paper-cut window decoration.
Mao Mao ate intently, her steps slow and deliberate. The little dumpling wobbled over like a little penguin.
If Zhao Qi'an is not mistaken, it should be the one that Young Marshal Lou was holding earlier.
"Mao Mao." The first concubine stopped first and called out to her with a smile.
Mao Mao stopped when she heard the voice, looked up and saw it was her, and greeted her obediently, "Second Auntie".
First wife: "Young master was looking for you just now."
"Mmm." Mao Mao held up the paper-cut window decoration in her hand, showing it to her like a treasure: "Brother gave it to me!"
The red paper-cut kitten is lifelike, with smooth edges and not a single burr.
"Young Master's skills are really good, the cut is excellent."
"Um!"
Mao Mao used her chubby chin to hold the paper-cut window decoration in place, then rummaged through her pocket with her free little hand, pulled out a piece of jujube cake, and held it up to offer to her aunt: "Second Aunt, have some, this is delicious~"
The first wife beamed with joy.
She took it: "Thank you, Mao Mao."
You're welcome!
Zhao Qi'an stepped forward and said, "Aunt."
"Oh, right, you don't know each other yet." The first wife introduced him: "Mao Mao, this is my nephew Qi'an. He's here to wish you a Happy New Year."
Mao Mao tilted her little head back, stared at the stranger in front of her with her bright black eyes for a while, and then finally said, "Oh."
Zhao Qi'an bent down with a gentle smile and teased the child, "Little sister, what are you holding in your hand? Can you share a bite with your brother?"
"elder brother?"
"Hehe, I'm the same age as Third Young Master, so you can't be wrong to call me brother."
Mao Mao tilted her head and said, "Oh."
After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and continued to obediently nibble on her snacks, her round, chubby cheeks twitching.
But he still didn't call me "brother".
Zhao Qi'an: "..."
This child in front of me is nothing special except for his cute appearance. He's also impolite. What is it about him that has caught the eye of the young marshal?
The first wife was also puzzled.
Mao Mao has always been well-behaved and sensible, and has been taught to be very polite. She is very enthusiastic towards everyone she meets, so why is she so cold to Qi An?
She explained, "Qi'an, Mao Mao is just a little shy."
Zhao Qi'an smiled nonchalantly: "It's nothing, Aunt. I've never been popular with children."
He reached into his pocket and, sure enough, found a few New Year's candies. He offered them to the little girl in front of him: "Your name is Mao Mao? Brother will treat you to some candy, okay?"
"sugar?"
Mao Mao looked at the candy in his palm, then looked up at him, blinking her dark eyes.
She wouldn't even eat the jujube cake anymore. She put her little hands behind her back and shook her head vigorously: "No."
The first wife laughed: "Mao Mao, you don't like sweets anymore?"
Mao Mao obediently said, "My mother said I can't eat candy given by strangers."
Zhao Qi'an: "I'm not a stranger. I'm your... second aunt's nephew. You can treat me like an older brother."
Mao Mao shook her head again: "Mao Mao has an older brother."
Zhao Qi'an: "Wouldn't it be good to have another older brother?"
Mao Mao didn't speak, stubbornly shaking her head.
More footsteps came from afar. Upon hearing them, Mao Mao immediately turned around and ran back with her short legs.
The newcomer was Lou Fengju, dressed in a crisp military uniform, with a brisk and swift gait.
"elder brother!"
Mao Mao quickly ran behind Lou Fengju, grabbing his pants with her little hands, only revealing half of her chubby little face from behind her brother's long legs.
"Um?"
Lou Fengju was puzzled.
He glanced at his first wife and Zhao Qi'an not far away, and seeing that they seemed a little helpless, he bent down and patted his little sister's fluffy head: "What's wrong, Mao Mao?"
Mao Mao shook her head.
Zhao Qi'an took the initiative to speak up: "Young Marshal, I thought this little girl was too cute and wanted to be friends with her. Maybe I was too hasty and accidentally scared her."
As he spoke, he opened his hand, revealing the candy in his palm so that Lou Fengju could see it clearly.
Zhao Qi'an said apologetically, "I just thought the little girl was cute and really lovable. I didn't mean any harm. I hope the young marshal won't take it to heart."
"friend?"
Lou Fengju raised an eyebrow slightly.
This word is not uncommon in the Lou family.
However, Mao Mao's reaction was quite strange.
You know, their little girl is the most trusting; she can even befriend a dog on the street.
Did I scare her?
Mao Mao grabbed her brother's trouser leg and shook her head vigorously: "No! Mao Mao won't be friends with him!"
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