Chapter 97 My little granddaughter must be just as beautiful as Xiao Jun!

That one sentence kept her up for most of the night.

It wasn't clear whether Shen Qingyan wanted Xiao Jun to have a daughter for him, or... Xiao Jun had given birth to a daughter for him...

Thinking about that possibility, Yan Liti couldn't close her eyes! She was so excited she felt like she was going crazy!

In the middle of the night, it was only by the last vestiges of maternal love and morality that she refrained from waking the other person by grabbing them by the neck or collar.

“…” Shen Qingyan.

Shen Qingyan's health is indeed fine; at least the hospital's diagnostic equipment couldn't detect any problems.

Except for the time when I was in pain and vomiting blood, and my face turned pale and looked unwell, I was rosy and healthy the rest of the time.

He knew that as long as he didn't think about those scenes in his dream, he wouldn't experience severe chest pain.

However, it's impossible not to want to.

Shen Qingyan did not hide anything from Yan Lidi and told her all about the abnormalities that had happened to her over the past month.

"You mean, you keep dreaming about an operating table, and there's a child on the table, and you think that child... is your daughter?"

Shen Qingyan nodded, clutching his chest, which was throbbing with pain again.

He truly felt excruciating pain in his chest whenever he thought of that scene, as if his heart had been ripped out.

Seeing that his face had turned pale again, Yan Lidi knew that he was heartbroken again, so she quickly took out an unused chamber pot from under the bed and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Are you going to vomit blood? Vomit here, vomit here, so you don't bother the nurses to clean the floor again."

“…” Shen Qingyan.

His eyes twitched slightly as he looked at the chamber pot being offered to him.

"Don't want it?" Seeing that Shen Qingyan didn't accept it, Yan Liti looked him over, as if observing whether he really needed it.

"No! Need!" Shen Qingyan squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.

"If you don't want it, then don't. Why are you being so fierce? No wonder Xiao Jun doesn't want you." Yan Liti rolled her eyes in annoyance. Seeing that Shen Qingyan was about to turn pale and vomit blood again, she made a gesture of surrender.

"Okay, okay, you'll vomit blood, you're the boss, let's continue, let's continue."

"Then you ran into Xiao... Awoo, Xiao... Awoo called you a piece of trash? Saying you couldn't protect your daughter, and telling you to stop letting Shen Qingrong kill your daughter?"

Shen Qingyan nodded.

"Little... Awoo also mentioned a letter? Shen Qingrong took that letter?"

"You don't need to avoid mentioning Xiao Jun's name." Shen Qingyan was a little speechless.

What do you mean "little"... Ouch, do you think I'm a tiger?

However, when Shen Qingyan thought about Long Yijun's domineering demeanor, she realized that she was indeed no different from a tigress, and felt that this nickname suited her well.

"I was just worried you'd vomit blood again."

"In that case, let's go to the banquet tonight and ask Shen Qingrong directly."

"Today happens to be the eighth birthday party for his twin daughters. He's been coming to our house every day for this, it's driving me crazy!"

Yan Liti's eyes turned cold as she finished speaking.

Of course, she knew how absurd and fantastical it was to question Shen Qingrong based solely on what her son said—what seemed like completely unreliable dreams.

But she was willing to believe in her son.

If she doesn't even believe her own son, then who will?

She couldn't possibly let this incident keep triggering Shen Qingyan to vomit blood. After all, even if her son was as strong as an ox and had blood bags in his body, it wouldn't be enough for him to vomit blood!

Moreover, she had no idea where that family's misconception came from.

I think she likes their twin daughters.

It's not like it's her son's; she was just being polite and didn't want to lose face.

He would bring it to her home every few days to show her, which annoyed her to no end and made her play mahjong less.

However... what if Xiaojun really did give birth to a daughter for her son?

Perhaps this is the bond of blood ties. Just thinking that Xiao Jun might have really given birth to a granddaughter for her makes her hands tremble with excitement!

My little granddaughter... she must be just as beautiful as Xiao Jun!

Just thinking about it made her feel like her heart was melting.

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There has always been a tradition in Qiaojia Village.

That is, a few days before and after New Year's Day, the Four Seasons River in front of Qiaojia Village would be drained, and all the fish raised for a year would be caught and distributed to the whole village according to their households.

On New Year's Day, Qiaojia Village was in an uproar early in the morning because of this incident. Adults and children alike flocked to the Four Seasons River in groups.

The Siji River runs alongside the village's farmland. After the late rice harvest, many straw stalks remained in the fields, and with the rain, the area was full of potholes and difficult to walk on.

Qiao Qiao propped her little head up and tried her best to keep up with the group and go see the excitement.

Unfortunately, his short legs were really uncooperative. When his rain boots got stuck in a hole again, causing most of his body to feel like it was stuck in the mud, Qiao Jing grabbed him by the armpit and picked him up.

“Little sister, your legs are too short. It’s definitely better for your older cousin to carry you,” said Meng Zihuan, who was also wearing plastic rain boots and was a head taller than Qiao Qiao.

As he spoke, he nodded affirmatively, though it was unclear whether he was affirming that Qiao Qiao's legs were short or that it was better for someone to carry Qiao Qiao.

"..." Qiao Qiao, who has short legs and is always seen as a human accessory, doesn't want to pay any attention to her cousin who speaks so unpleasantly.

"Don't listen to your cousin's nonsense. It's not that Qiaoqiao has short legs, it's that this field is bad, full of puddles, making it hard for Qiaoqiao to walk." Qiao Xu walked beside Qiao Jing and saw the little girl's pouting lips, so he immediately said with a smile.

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the little girl's head, which was covered by a newly made rabbit fur hat, and coaxed her gently, "When our Qiaoqiao grows up to be as big as her brothers, she will be able to walk on any road by herself."

"Meng Zihuan, you're a fat radish head yourself, how dare you say your sister has short legs?" Qiao Kun sneered from the other side.

"Hahaha, Fat Radish Head, hahaha..."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Zhang glanced at Meng Zihuan and burst into laughter, giving Qiao Kun a thumbs up, feeling that his analogy was incredibly apt.

"I'm not a fat radish head!" Meng Zihuan stomped his foot angrily.

"Alright, then the carrot head is ready, right?" Qiao Kun glanced at his chubby little face, which was flushed red with anger.

"Brother!!!" Meng Zihuan yelled and rushed over to fight Qiao Kun with his head down, but Qiao Kun subdued the radish head with just one finger, so angry that he could only shake his little fat fists wildly on the spot.