Chapter 347 Qiao Changdong is sour

"Oh? What about your wife and daughter? Don't you want them anymore?" Shen Qingyan asked him in return.

Under Shen Qingrong's struggling gaze, Shen Qingyan continued slowly.

"I forgot to tell you, in the month since you came in, your company has been on the verge of bankruptcy. Even if you leave, you will have nothing left and no wealth. Are you sure you still want to abandon your wife and daughter after this?"

"If that's the case, you'll be all alone."

“She was the one who was heartless first! Shen Qingyan, as long as you let me go, I can help you investigate my daughter… no, that bastard Shen Lu.”

Shen Qingyan sneered.

As if he had heard some world-renowned joke, he looked at Shen Qingrong with sarcasm: "Shen Qingrong, at a time like this, do you think you still have the right to negotiate with me?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingrong's face turned pale.

Indeed, he hadn't expected things to develop to this point.

But like Shen Lu, he didn't want to die.

If he could sacrifice the other person to save himself, he would not hesitate to choose to sacrifice the other person.

Shen Qingrong didn't expect that Shen Qingyan wouldn't take the bait at all.

Shen Qingrong wanted to say something more, but Shen Qingyan didn't give him the chance. He got up and walked out, leaving only the words, "Just wait to die."

With a "bang".

The iron gate was closed again.

The tide of darkness surged in from all directions, swallowing the light that Shen Qingrong had finally managed to see, dragging him back into the endless darkness.

By the time Shen Qingrong realized what was happening, she rushed over and pounded on the iron gate, but Shen Qingyan was already gone.

After emerging from the secret room, Shen Qingyan saw Di Zixuan walking towards her from the other side, holding a newly recorded audio tape in his hand.

"It's recorded." Di Zixuan smiled.

Shen Qingyan then withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

He glanced at his wristwatch and saw that it was already 3:30 a.m. He thought about how he still had to go to another place and didn't want to miss Qiao Qiao's first visit to the Yan family.

They didn't rush to interrogate Shen Lu, who was also in custody.

When Shen Qingyan returned to the castle covered in frost, it was still dark, but Qiao Changdong had already woken up when he entered the room.

Seeing that it was Shen Qingyan who came in, Qiao Changdong closed his eyes again with relief.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the family of four sat at the dining table enjoying a hearty breakfast.

Qiao Qiao was sitting in Qiao Changdong's lap, her little mouth receiving oatmeal porridge fed to her by Yan Liti.

Several servants came and went around her, showing her the clothes, shoes and accessories she was to wear that day.

Some pushed long clothes racks with wheels in front of her.

Some carried shoe boxes filled with all sorts of beautiful shoes to her.

Others held up various expensive-looking hair clips and accessories in front of her.

"Baby, is there anything you like?" Yan Lidi asked while feeding him porridge.

Although Yan Liti hired more than a dozen servants to take care of Qiao Qiao, she was very unwilling to let others actually take care of Qiao Qiao.

Firstly, she was afraid that the maid wouldn't know the importance of taking good care of her precious granddaughter.

Secondly, once the maid actually started doing the work, she felt like her job was being taken away from her.

So ever since Qiao Qiao was carried out of the room in the morning, she did it all herself without relying on anyone else.

Qiao Qiao was dazzled by all these things early in the morning.

All I could do was point randomly with my little hand.

“Okay, then let’s keep the ones that the baby just pointed to.” As soon as Qiao Qiao finished pointing, Yan Liti made the decision.

Then he dismissed all the servants.

Qiao Changdong, watching from the side, clicked his tongue in amazement once again.

He asked Yan Liti, "Auntie, what should I bring when my son goes to your parents' house today?"

Qiao Changdong truly considers Yan Liti as one of his own.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked that question.

Yan Liti wanted to say that there was no need to bring anything.

But after thinking about it, I realized that Qiao Changdong must have made a plan since he asked the question, so I said, "Just bring one of the gifts that Qingyan mentioned later."

At this point, Yan Liti looked at Qiao Qiao in his arms and asked, "Baby, can you divide out a few portions of that nutritional water? We don't need many, just three portions will do."

Yan Liti had no intention of letting her own family use the Dragon Marrow Grass.

Even when Long Yijun was around, she never had this thought.

It's not that I don't trust her older brothers and sisters.

Rather, it's because her family is large and there are too many younger members; she can't take care of everyone.

Furthermore, with so many people around, it's not safe for Long Yijun.

She never even considered it.

But Qiao Qiao has been using this spiritual spring water every day recently and has found that it can also have a good skin care effect when diluted and used for washing.

She was also relatively gentle with her older brothers and sisters.

Of course, most importantly, she could make up a story about where the spiritual spring water came from, saying it was spring water drawn from Hongfeng Town.

It won't expose her granddaughter's abnormality.

Naturally, all of this required her granddaughter's consent.

"If the baby feels uncomfortable..."

"No problem at all, Grandma can have as much as she wants." Qiao Qiao immediately nodded in agreement.

"Oh, baby, you're such a good boy. I'll thank you on behalf of your great-uncles."

Seeing that Qiao Qiao agreed immediately, Yan Liti felt extremely pleased.

After the family of four finished breakfast, Qiao Changdong went out with Shen Qingyan.

When Shen Qingyan returned, he was carrying a brown file folder.

The document bag was rectangular, and I had no idea what was inside; it was bulging.

Qiao Qiao looked on curiously.

Shen Qingyan took her from Yan Liti's arms and carried her to the living room before solemnly opening the brown file bag.

The first thing Shen Qingyan took out was a red notebook.

The laptop's casing is glossy and has a very vibrant color.

It's clear that the owner cherishes it very much and takes good care of it.

"This is your father's and mother's marriage certificate."

As Shen Qingyan explained, what came into Qiao Qiao's eyes was the huge word "marriage certificate," and a photo the size of an adult's palm tucked inside the red booklet.

In the photo, on the left is Shen Qingyan, dressed in military uniform, exuding righteousness, while on the right is Long Yijun, dressed in a Lenin suit, with a large braid, yet still possessing an ethereal beauty that seems almost unreal.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, smiling as they looked at the camera lens.

"No wonder the little darling is so beautiful, she inherited it from her mother." Qiao Changdong, who had peeked over to watch the commotion, immediately remarked.

As he said this, his gaze towards Shen Qingyan was somewhat sour.

He thought to himself, "How can this person be so lucky?"

How did he end up running into Guaibao's mom!

How did I end up letting him become my baby's biological father?!