Chapter 156 So cute, and with a brain!

Hearing Yan Liti's exclamation, Shen Qingyan reached out and touched his chin.

He paused for a moment when he felt the teeth marks disappear.

His brows furrowed immediately.

He looked down at Qiao Qiao, who had already withdrawn her small hand from his arms, and took her hand in his, examining it carefully as he asked, "Will this cause you any harm?"

Qiao Qiao's abilities did not surprise Shen Qingyan.

Because he could guess that these things were related to Long Yijun.

However, he was worried about causing harm to her body.

Qiao Qiao shook her head: "No, it won't happen."

When the little girl answered like that, the little bubble on her forehead popped out again.

Then Shen Qingyan saw the little figure in the bubble, with the words "Stronger" above its head, lying on a recliner, leisurely swaying back and forth, its crossed legs shaking in rhythm with the movement.

There was also a table next to the recliner.

Besides a radio with an antenna, there was also a small bowl on the table.

The little boy, without even opening his eyes, reached out and grabbed a handful of something that looked like millet from the bowl.

He threw it on the ground.

On the ground,

On the ground—

There was a little chick that was clearly malnourished, with hardly any feathers left, pecking at the millet that the [Strong] little man had thrown on the ground.

This scene is very strange.

But as her powerful father, Shen Qingyan could still accept it.

Can,

Can anyone tell him?

Why is there a Shen Qingyan's name on the top of that little chick's head?!

"..." Shen Qingyan, a weakling.

The others just chuckled silently.

Qiao Qiao ignored what they were laughing at, and wiggled her little bottom on Shen Qingyan's knees, signaling him to put her down.

Shen Qingyan was a little reluctant, but she still put her down and watched as she returned to Qiao Changdong's side, skillfully climbing into his lap.

Unlike when she sat on his lap, her small body was almost entirely nestled in his arms.

That was complete dependence.

Shen Qingyan lowered her eyes in disappointment.

After lunch, the group left the restaurant and returned to the guesthouse around 1 p.m.

It started to rain, not heavily, but the fine drizzle made the air more humid and colder.

Qiao Qiao's biological clock made her fall asleep not long after finishing lunch.

She was now completely tucked into Qiao Changdong's military overcoat, with only her little head sticking out to breathe, her rosy cheeks glowing from sleep.

Yan Liti's eyes sparkled as she looked at it.

She thought to herself, "She really is her beloved granddaughter."

Not only are they adorable, they're also smart!

She was also a little eager to try it, but after looking at her wool coat, she had to give up.

——

Night falls.

Inside a car speeding down the road.

Bi Yatong sat beside Shen Qingrong, who had just been discharged from the hospital and was recuperating at home, and spoke to him with a smug tone.

“Honey, you’re absolutely right. We’ve been taking them to see Grandpa a lot over the years, and he really likes them now. He even saved some pastries for them.”

"When we were coming down the mountain, he personally instructed someone to drive us down, just in case the child got cold."

"He truly loves children from the bottom of his heart."

"That makes sense. Shen Qingyan hasn't married or had children all these years. If he doesn't love our child, whose child would he love?"

When Bi Yatong talks about this, her tone is full of pride.

She felt that her two daughters were so lovable that even someone like Grandpa Shen would dote on them so much, which showed how outstanding her daughters were.

“I think you’re overthinking it, honey. Even if that one is brought back, it’s fine. Although our Lu’er and Li’er are not related by blood, they are still raised by us. They are not comparable to that wild child outside.”

And putting everything else aside...

The child was raised in some town and some village, which sounds like a backward, remote mountain village.

Children raised in those poor and backward mountain villages must be dirty, dark-skinned, and ugly, looking shabby and poor.

How could anyone compare to the two daughters she raised as princesses, using mountains of gold and silver?

She was even certain of it.

The other party probably isn't even worth a single finger of her two daughters.

This dark-skinned, ugly wild girl wants to compare herself to her two little princesses? Isn't that just wishful thinking?

Therefore, Bi Yatong was always puzzled by Shen Qingrong's concerns.

Accepting the letter was wrong of them, but they've already given it to them, haven't they? There's no need to hold onto such a small mistake.

Could it be that we really kill their whole family over such a trivial matter?

Shen Qingrong didn't speak. He clutched his chest, which was throbbing with pain from his broken ribs, and stared at the scenery rushing past the window.

Shen Qingyan's kick not only broke two of his ribs.

The force used to choke him was quite strong, damaging his trachea and preventing him from speaking to this day. The doctor said he needs to rest for at least half a month before he can speak again.

Therefore, he knows better than anyone else.

Shen Qingyan genuinely wanted him dead at that time.

He also knew that, at the moment, these things were not enough to warrant the other party killing him.

However, Shen Qingrong felt uneasy, as if something was slipping out of his control.

"Honey, why did you accept the letter? Was it because of Uncle Shen? Were you afraid that once he had his own granddaughter, he wouldn't love our two children anymore?"

Bi Yatong didn't quite understand Shen Qingrong's behavior of accepting the letter.

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