Chapter 3: Tiny bubbles can change color!

Even more bizarrely, inside that black circle, within the tiny bubble that was faintly emitting black mist, there was a miniature version of his little daughter, about the size of a little finger.

And at this moment, the mini version of his little daughter is standing suspended in the air inside that little bubble.

With his hands on her chubby waist and a bloodstained knife in his hand, he pulled out a small notebook with a grudge book written on it from somewhere and pretended to sharpen the knife.

The scene was so bloody, the atmosphere so terrifying, and the expressions so ferocious that it was almost... adorable!

Qiao Changdong blinked, then blinked again.

Then I rubbed my eyes hard, wondering if I was seeing things because I stayed up late.

Otherwise, how could we have witnessed such a bizarre scene?

Just as he reached out to touch the small bubble, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and the ward door was kicked open from the outside.

Then, with a "pop," Qiao Changdong watched in disbelief as the little bubble on his daughter's forehead vanished instantly.

His mini-daughter is also missing.

At this moment, Chen Xiu'e stood at the door, one hand on her hip, acting like a shrew, pointing at the people inside and cursing.

"Qiao Changdong, are you even human?!"

"My sister almost died because of you, and you're hiding here like a coward, not giving us an explanation, but clinging to this worthless thing that almost killed her. What do you take the Chen family for!"

"Do you still remember what you said to your father? This is how you treated my sister!"

It was already evening, and many doctors in the hospital had finished their shifts. Apart from the doctors and nurses on duty, there were only patients and their caregivers. There were only a few people scattered around in the corridor.

But Chen Xiu'e's incessant cursing drew the patients out of the ward and the doctors and nurses on duty in the office.

Everyone craned their necks as far as a meter, their ears practically piercing the wind, all to get a good look at the spectacle.

Qiao Qiao, who was lying in Qiao Changdong's arms with her eyes closed and had been flipping through her grudge notebook, was startled and instinctively snuggled closer to Qiao Changdong.

"Don't be afraid, sweetie, don't be afraid. Daddy will pat your fur, pat your fur, pat your fur. Don't be scared, don't be scared..."

Qiao Changdong was also startled by the sound of the door being kicked. After he came to his senses, he felt the little body in his arms trembling and forgot about the strange scene just now.

Quickly comfort your precious daughter in your arms.

In the countryside, children can be so frightened that their souls can leave their bodies. He, a grown man, didn't believe in these things before.

But when it comes to his precious daughter, he has to shout a few times even if he doesn't believe it, as if that would really bring back Qiao Qiao's scared soul.

"..." Qiao Qiao.

The little figure in my mind is shrugging, looking both embarrassed and helpless.

Before she could recover from the joy and shock of her rebirth, she was utterly embarrassed by her father's superstitious behavior.

She opened her eyes and looked at Qiao Changdong, who was hugging her, patting her back, and taking the opportunity to stroke her head.

Looking at that familiar, handsome face that she had once longed for to the point of madness, tears welled up in her eyes, and before she could even utter a sound, the tears fell first.

"dad……"

"Are you scared? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Daddy's here and will always protect our sweet baby. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. No monsters or ghosts can scare our sweet baby."

Qiao Changdong had just seen his little daughter again, and another little bubble popped up on his forehead.

However, this time it wasn't those small, black, eerie bubbles.

Instead, it was an orange, miniature version of a little girl in a bubble, who first shrugged like a little adult and spread her little hands in a helpless gesture.

Before he could even be surprised, it quickly turned into a small blue bubble, still with tiny water droplets cascading down from its outer edge.

The miniature girl inside the tiny bubble was also shedding tiny tears.

Qiao Changdong was dumbfounded.

While tenderly comforting her little girl in her arms, she subtly touched the strange little bubble.

But the little bubble appeared quickly and disappeared even faster, and he still couldn't touch anything.

"Dad...I..."

Qiao Qiao had a lot to say, but she didn't know where to begin, so she could only keep crying.

Then she cried louder and louder, more and more heartbroken, until she was breathless...

When Qiao Changdong saw her suddenly crying so hard, he really couldn't care less about anything else; his heart was breaking because of her tears.

With tears welling up in his eyes, he pulled her close to his chest, showering her chubby little face with soft kisses.

He soothed and pampered her, saying, "Don't cry, don't cry. Does your wound hurt? Daddy will blow on it for you, and it won't hurt anymore."

As she spoke, she puffed out her cheeks and carefully blew on the wound on her forehead that was wrapped in gauze.

Chen Xiu'e, who was standing with her hands on her hips and cursing arrogantly, was so angry at the sight of the father and daughter being so affectionate that her mouth almost twisted in anger.

Her chest heaved violently as she glanced at the crowd of onlookers slowly emerging from the surrounding wards, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Thinking of something, he squatted down, knees bent, and was about to throw a tantrum and roll on the ground to complain to everyone about how bastard Qiao Changdong was.

I felt my collar tighten suddenly at the back of my neck, and the next second my feet left the ground as someone lifted me by the back of my neck and dragged me into the ward.

Then, with a "bang," the ward door slammed shut.

Seeing the hospital room door close and then suddenly being lifted up, Chen Xiu'e was startled and her face turned pale.

"Are you exhausted, sister-in-law? I just saw your legs were shaking. Your sister-in-law needs you right now, so you can't be sick. You need to rest."

The woman carrying the woman in was Mo Wenpei, the second daughter-in-law of the Qiao family. Before she got married, her family ran a martial arts school. She was very strong and could lift the thin and frail Chen Xiue as easily as lifting a chick.

"You...you..." Chen Xiue looked at Mo Wenpei, who was a head taller and stronger than her, and her lips trembled as she couldn't utter a few words for a long time.

Looking at Qiao Changcai, the equally imposing second son of the Qiao family, standing beside her, she subconsciously swallowed.

Then he thought that even Qiao Xiaoyun was a doctor at this hospital. If they really did something to her behind closed doors, the people at the hospital would probably help them.

Considering that her sister's son hadn't been born yet, the Chen family members didn't have much say in the Qiao family.

Thinking that as long as she waited for her sister to give birth to a son, she didn't believe that Qiao Changdong would still neglect his own son and dote on a worthless brat.

As for why they were certain it was a son, it was because they had already consulted the famous fortune teller in town, Niu Bansian, who said it was a son, so it must be a son!

Qiao Changdong dotes on his daughter like she's his own eyeball; when his sister gives birth to a son, the pain will be even more intense.

At that time, not only will the Qiao family treat her with utmost respect and regard her as an honored guest, but even that money-losing Qiao Qiao will be at her mercy!