Chapter 102 A person can have several fathers
Nie Zhengyun walked back to the brother and sister.
The juice in the glass was almost gone, and the pastries on the plate were nearly finished. Seeing him come in, Mao Mao grabbed the last few small pastries with her little hands and held them up in front of him: "Uncle, here you go."
Nie Zhengyun did not refuse and accepted it naturally.
While in the ward, he had already been fed by the little girl many times.
Lou Hongjian glanced behind him and saw the back of a Green Gang member hurriedly leaving.
Just now, when Mao Mao was playing the harmonica, I saw that person come by a few times.
Lou Hongjian hugged his sister tightly and asked casually, "Mr. Nie, has something happened to the Green Gang?"
"Hehe, it's nothing serious."
"I see..."
Lou Hongjian then asked, "Did Mr. Nie find anything wrong with the food we ate for lunch today?"
Nie Zhengyun remained silent for a moment.
After a long pause, he said, "Nothing can be hidden from Third Young Master."
Of course.
Lou Hongjian thought to himself. His sister's premonitions had never been wrong; if Mao Mao said there was a problem, then there was definitely a problem.
Even though no serious consequences occurred, does that mean we can just pretend nothing happened and ignore it?
If he didn't care about anything, he would have died countless times in his life.
Nie Zhengyun said casually, "They only found poison in the food we ate at noon."
Lou Hongjian: !!!
His heart skipped a beat, even more violently than when he heard Mao Mao say she wouldn't eat meat at noon.
But Nie Zhengyun simply said, "Don't worry, Third Young Master, the poison was only in the dishes that were removed. None of the food we ate was poisoned."
"Haha, is that so..."
Lou Hongjian chuckled dryly, thinking to himself: How can I be at ease?!
He almost ate real poison!
Moreover, poison was found in the food that Nie Zhengyun served them, which was terrifying no matter how you looked at it!
If it weren't for Mao Mao's reminder, he would have almost swallowed the poison today, and would have been half-dead if not dead. But this was all thanks to Mao Mao being a lucky star who could avert disaster. What if Mao Mao hadn't been there?
Then they would really be poisoned!
Lou Hongjian's expression turned serious: "Mr. Nie, this matter cannot be left like this."
“Of course, it happened in my home,” Nie Zhengyun said. “I have dealt with the person who poisoned me and sent people to investigate who ordered it. Once we have the results, we will definitely give the Marshal’s Mansion a satisfactory explanation.”
Lou Hongjian nodded: "That's good."
He waited a while longer, preparing a whole host of excuses, but Nie Zhengyun didn't continue speaking.
Lou Hongjian looked over, a hint of doubt in his eyes.
But Nie Zhengyun only kept a straight face, smiling faintly and remaining silent.
Some things don't need to be investigated too thoroughly.
It's hard to explain.
Being a little oblivious makes things easier.
He lowered his eyes and looked gently at the young girl in front of him: "Miss Lou, it's a rare treat for you to visit my home. How about I show you around?"
"OK."
Mao Mao climbed down from the chair and skillfully slipped her little hand into his palm.
She's still a baby; she needs someone to hold her hand to walk.
A soft, warm little hand squeezed into her palm. Nie Zhengyun's eyes widened slightly, but she quickly returned to normal.
He took the little girl's hand, his smile deepening: "Miss Lou, this way."
The Nie family is very large.
It used to be the mansion of a wealthy family, with pavilions, terraces, carved beams and painted rafters, very grand. It would take a long time to walk the whole thing. To accommodate the little girl's short legs, the adults slowed down.
The garden in the mansion is also carefully maintained by the gardener every day. Every corner you can see a beautiful little scene, and Mao Mao will stop from time to time to admire it with wide eyes.
She looked at everything with great interest: a small flower, a blade of grass, a vase.
After strolling around for a while, Mao Mao blinked and looked back.
"Uncle, your house is so quiet."
It would have been better if she hadn't brought it up; once she did, Lou Hongjian felt an unusual quiet.
The Lou family is large and noisy, especially when the ladies are home. There's the sound of mahjong, music from the gramophone, reading, and chatting. Even the quiet old lady often listens to opera.
Unlike the Nie family, where even the rustling of the wind through the treetops and the flapping of wings of birds flying overhead sounded exceptionally clear.
There was almost no human voice.
“I have few family members,” Nie Zhengyun said. “Besides the servants, only I live here.”
Mao Mao remembers.
This uncle has no one at home; he's all alone, so pitiful.
Her eyes immediately welled up with tears, and her chubby little face was filled with sympathy: "Uncle, aren't you scared living alone in such a big house?"
Lou Hongjian: "..."
Nie Zhengyun smiled and cooperated: "Oh, a little."
Are you afraid of thunder? Are you afraid of ghosts?
"I'm a little scared."
Mao Mao couldn't help but move closer to him, her warm little body nuzzling against him like a little puppy, her dark eyes filled with pity.
"Uncle, don't be afraid." Mao Mao hugged his big hand and said sweetly, "When the ghost comes to eat your toes, just hide your feet under the blanket."
Nie Zhengyun: "...Eat my toes?"
"Yes, my mother said that ghosts are stupid. If you hide in the blanket, they won't be able to find you."
"Oh, I've got it."
Nie Zhengyun led her by the hand, passing by a side room, which was his collection pavilion, and took Mao Mao inside to look at it.
Inside, the display shelves were filled with antiques and artworks, and several paintings and calligraphy works by famous artists hung on the walls. Lou Hongjian walked around with great interest, occasionally stopping to admire one of the artworks.
There were also several Western paintings hanging on the wall, which Mao Mao recognized at a glance.
"This was painted by my brother!"
But it wasn't the one I bought for 10,000 yuan; it was a painting that was sold later.
Lou Hongjian exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, Mr. Nie is interested in my painting?"
Nie Zhengyun waved his hand and explained, "I bought some of the Third Young Master's paintings at the gallery, and people mistakenly thought I was interested in Western paintings, so they gave me a few."
“However, when I saw Miss Lou’s portrait at the Third Young Master Gallery, I liked it immediately.” Nie Zhengyun said regretfully, “It’s just a pity that those are not for sale.”
Lou Hongjian: "..."
Nie Zhengyun looked at him with a smile: "If I were fortunate enough to obtain a portrait of Miss Lou, I would be eternally grateful. I wonder what the Third Young Master would say..."
Lou Hongjian turned around decisively: "Is that Mr. Xu's painting over there? I'll go take a look."
Soon, the person moved to a distance and began to study the painting intently.
Nie Zhengyun smiled faintly and looked away.
Looking down again, I met the little dumpling's bright, sparkling eyes.
"Uncle, do you like my painting?" Mao Mao asked happily.
"certainly."
Nie Zhengyun paused, then let out a soft breath: "When I see that painting, I think of my sister."
"younger sister?"
"She has passed away."
"ah……"
Nie Zhengyun placed his palm on her chubby little face. As soon as his large hand touched her, Mao Mao subconsciously tilted her head and rubbed against his palm.
“She was about your age when she passed away.” Nie Zhengyun: “I hadn’t thought about her for a long time until I saw your portrait.”
"Does she look a lot like Mao Mao?"
"No, it doesn't resemble it at all."
The little girl in front of me was fair and tender, like she had been fed milk and honey. She had a plump, milky body, arms like lotus roots, and several dimples on the back of her hands.
So much time has passed that the child's face has become blurry; he only remembers the cold, emaciated body in his arms.
In chaotic times, it is common for many orphans to go hungry.
On the contrary, the little girl in front of me was as cute and beautiful as a little angel from a Western fairy tale.
If this chaotic world were to stabilize, perhaps all the children in the world could become as carefree as she was.
The round little body pressed against him. Nie Zhengyun came to his senses and met a pair of wet, round eyes, and his chubby little face was full of concern.
A thought suddenly occurred to him.
“Miss Lou, I’m so pitiful,” Nie Zhengyun said. “I envy Third Young Master so much for being able to become family with such a lovely child as you.”
Mao Mao subconsciously turned her head to look for her brother.
Lou Hongjian was engrossed in studying the patterns on an antique vase, unaware that a kidnapping incident was taking place nearby.
Mao Mao turned her little head back: "Uncle, will you be my older brother too?"
Nie Zhengyun chuckled: "I'm too old to be your older brother."
"That……"
Nie Zhengyun changed the subject: "—But I can be your father."
Mao Mao opened her big, dark eyes and looked at him in confusion: "But Mao Mao has a father."
Mother made sure Mao Mao remembered it well.
Her father is a great general!
“I remember that Miss Lou had more than one mother and more than one brother.”
"yes!"
Mao Mao happily said, "Mao Mao has five mothers and four older brothers!"
What other child in the world has so many mothers like her?
Mao Mao proudly sticks out her little belly.
No!
Mother said, Mao Mao is amazing!
"Miss Lou can have another father."
Mao Mao was stunned: "Another dad?"
Nie Zhengyun coughed lightly: "The Marshal is your father, and I can be your father too. A person can have several fathers. Although we are not related by blood, I can be your godfather."
Mao Mao listened, completely bewildered.
ah?
Is this even possible?
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