Chapter 110 Kicks out his biological father, Shen Qingyan, and sends him flying!

"Eat up. There's no use thinking about it anymore. Just focus on the present." In the end, it was Grandma Qiao who said this.

The adults in the Qiao family thought it made sense, and that's when they started eating.

Qiao Qiao looked at the Qiao family members sitting at the table, a rare reunion of men, women, and children. She ate the strips of pig's head meat that Grandma Qiao had torn for her, and thought of the dragon marrow grass that had grown for a month and a half in her space.

She looked up and asked Qiao Changqing, "Uncle, are you coming back for the New Year?"

She planned to give all her family members dragon marrow grass at the same time.

"Yes, I have a two-week leave this time," Li Wenyan replied, smiling as she placed a piece of stir-fried pig's tongue into Qiaoqiao's small bowl. "Qiaoqiao, are you going to miss us?"

They came back on their way here, but they can't stay long. They'll be leaving early tomorrow morning.

Li Wenyan teased the little girl on purpose: "Qiaoqiao wants to go to Kyoto with your aunt? We can bring you back for the New Year. There's a big amusement park in Kyoto. How about your aunt takes you there?"

Qiao Qiao refused in a crisp voice: "No, I want to stay with Daddy forever."

Even if Shen Qingyan's biological father might not have known of her existence in his previous life, or had no connection to her life or death, Qiao Qiao currently has no intention of recognizing anyone, let alone separating from Qiao Changdong.

When Qiao Qiao thought this way.

The little figure in the bubble on her forehead suddenly transformed into a wooden puppet with the words "biological father Shen Qingyan" written on it.

Before Qiao Changdong and the rest of the Qiao family could even be shocked by this sudden message, they saw the little figure lift its tiny foot and kick the puppet out of the bubble, with the words "Go!" added next to it.

After the puppet was kicked away, the little man stood on tiptoe, covered his eyes with his hand, and looked into the distance. Only after confirming that the puppet was gone did he pat his little paws in relief.

"!!!" The Qiao family was shocked at first.

"..." The Qiao family remained speechless.

Only Qiao Changdong laughed heartily, overjoyed, and hugged Qiao Qiao, kissing her repeatedly with uncontrollable excitement.

What else is he afraid of?

What's there to be afraid of!

So what if he's the biological father?!

So what if he's a legendary figure in the military!

His precious child simply refuses to acknowledge it!

Qiao Changdong felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, and this time he could eat with complete peace of mind.

Qiao Changqing, who knew Shen Qingyan better than he did, frowned with some concern.

He never imagined that his little niece would actually be Shen Qingyan's daughter.

Shen Qingyan —

Qiao Changqing glanced at Qiao Changdong, who was happily eating while holding his daughter, and sighed inwardly. He felt that his younger brother had put his mind at ease too soon.

If the Shen family really is my niece's family, I'm afraid that if they try to take her away by force, even if he confronts them, he won't stand a chance.

Qiao Changqing and Li Wenyan only slept at home for one night.

We had to travel to Taipei City early the next morning.

Qiao Qiao slept with her grandmother last night. She didn't wake up when her grandmother got up quietly, and continued to sleep soundly under the covers.

Until something cold touched my cheek.

She groggily opened her eyes.

In winter, the days are longer and the light inside the house is even dimmer.

Under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, Qiao Qiao couldn't even see who was by the bedside until the other person called out to her in a standard Beijing accent: "Little sister, this is for you."

Feng Cheng stood by the bed and poked the little girl's cheek with his finger.

The soft, tender texture intrigued him, and he subtly rubbed it with the back of his hand before taking out the pen box from yesterday.

Qiao Qiao was still a little dazed. She shook her head in the warm blankets and whispered her refusal: "No, Auntie said this is too expensive. Qiao Qiao can't have it."

"It's not expensive for me," Feng Cheng said, echoing his previous statement.

He looked at the little girl and said, "Sweetie, here's a gift from your brother to mark our meeting. Accept it."

"..." Qiao Qiao.

She blinked at the stubborn boy.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Then I'll give my brother a gift in return. Brother, wait for me a moment, I'll get dressed and go get it for you."

Qiao Qiao didn't know the value of this fountain pen.

But judging from her aunt's expression, she knew it must be quite expensive.

The Qiao family is not well-off now, so they certainly can't reciprocate with an equal gift.

So she planned to give him a clivia plant.

When she followed Qiao Changdong and the others into the back mountain, the clivia she dug up was already growing quite well, no worse than the one she sold last time.

Although she couldn't understand why rich people would spend tens of thousands on a single plant, that was indeed the market price, and it would be a good gift for her to give back.

Before getting out of bed, Grandma Qiao warmed the clothes Qiao Qiao would wear that morning on the other side of the quilt.

Qiaoqiao didn't want to get out of bed to get her clothes, and she was too embarrassed to ask Fengcheng to get them for her.

He lifted the blanket and crawled inside, moving from one end to the other, hugging his clothes, and then crawling back inside.

When it emerged from under the blanket again, its already messy little hair became even more disheveled, spraying all over its forehead, making its pink and rosy little face look incredibly cute.

I was so charmed by the little girl's cuteness that I couldn't resist reaching out and pinching her soft, tender cheeks.

Qiao Qiao was used to being teased by her older brothers and didn't mind. She even grinned at Feng Cheng, who was standing in front of the bed, which made Feng Cheng like her even more.

Feng Cheng is not an only child, but his parents separated the year he was born.

They each started their own families and had children; the mother's side had a younger sister, and the father's side had a younger brother.

On the contrary, he became the hot potato, and no one wanted him anymore.

He grew up with his grandparents.

But my grandmother passed away the year before last, and my grandfather passed away this year as well.

He was once again passed around like a football, until finally his second uncle, who lived far away in Taipei, agreed to take him over.

I traveled all the way from Kyoto, and although the lockdown didn't show on my face, I was actually in a bad mood the whole time, even gloomy.

It wasn't until we arrived at this small mountain village that we saw Qiao Qiao.

He didn't know how to describe his feelings. He didn't know if others felt the same way. In his eyes, his younger sister was radiant.

This is not an exaggeration or a metaphor, but a true manifestation of radiance.

She was surrounded by a halo, not dazzling, but attracting people's attention.

He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Later, he also noticed her unique features, especially the small bubble on her forehead, which amazed him.

He accepted this unbelievable thing with almost no mental suggestion.

He liked this younger sister, liked her very much, for no reason at all.