Madam Li’s Identity Is Exposed Again!

Han Qifeng hadn’t expected her to reject him, especially for such a reason, and he was momentarily stunned. He was a mature and steady man after all, so he quickly recovered and said, gentlemanly, “I was negligent, you mother and son haven’t seen each other in two days and must want to talk alone. It’s okay, let’s arrange another time to meet.”

Chi Jingchen’s pretty red phoenix eyes flicked, and he didn’t interject. Having had a deep discussion with Chi Enen about Han Qifeng last time, he now clearly knew that Han Qifeng could not become his cheap stepfather, and since he could not be his stepfather, he definitely wouldn’t help an outsider speak.

Chi Enen didn’t want to make things awkward for him, so she nodded and said, “Mm.”

Han Qifeng looked at her gently, took Han Xiaoru’s small hand, and said, “Ruoruo, let’s go home.”

Han Xiaoru’s big, bright eyes had been gazing eagerly at her own little bun, and when she heard her father say they were going home, she finally reacted. Looking up, she asked, “Isn’t Brother Jingchen coming with us?”

“Brother Jingchen is going home with mother and will join us another time.” Facing Han Xiaoru, Han Qifeng sounded even gentler than usual.

Han Xiaoru pouted her small mouth, looking forlorn as she scrunched up her apple face. Hearing that Chi Jingchen wouldn’t be going home with her, her big eyes quickly filled with mist, and it looked like tears would soon follow…

Suddenly, Chi Jingchen sternly said, “Han Xiaoru, don’t you dare cry!”

“Whimper…” The little girl was so startled that she instantly pursed her lips, holding back her urge to cry. She sniffled back her tears, looking sadly with her little red nose. And despite her forlorn state, she apologized in a tiny voice, “I… I won’t cry anymore.”

Chi Enen couldn’t bear to watch, and she glared at the little bun before squatting down, putting her hands on her shoulders, and speaking softly, “Ruoruo, don’t cry, auntie will teach Brother Jingchen a lesson later…”

“No need.” Han Xiaoru’s eyes widened, and she immediately grabbed onto Chi Enen’s clothes, stammering, “Auntie shouldn’t scold Brother Jingchen, it’s Ruoruo’s fault for crying. I won’t cry anymore, really, I won’t…”

While speaking, she took a couple of deep breaths to prove she really wasn’t crying anymore.

Chi Jingchen looked on with disdain at her unladylike actions, tightened the corner of his mouth, and remained silent. He pulled out a grass-woven dragonfly from his backpack and thrust it into her palm gruffly, scolding, “Take this, and don’t you dare start crying at the drop of a hat again.”

Han Xiaoru’s eyes immediately brightened, and fearing he might change his mind, she clutched the grass-woven dragonfly close to her chest. Her eyes were no longer red, and although her nose was still rosy, her mouth had already spread into a smile, still with a hint of crying in her voice, as she joyfully confirmed, “Brother Jingchen, are you giving this to me?”

Snickering at her tears and laughter, he said, “Like a dog peeing everywhere.” While his mouth showed his disdain, he still glanced at the little girl who was alternating between crying and laughing, and added, “If I don’t give it to you, would you return it to me?”

“I wouldn’t.” Han Xiaoru was honest.

The little guy crossed his arms, exuding coolness, and glanced at her impatiently, “Then it’s settled.”

Han Xiaoru, whose nerves were quite thick, seemed oblivious to his sarcasm, and beaming like a sunflower, with her eyebrows and eyes curving up, she exclaimed, “Thank you, Brother Jingchen! I will treasure it!”

It was just a grass-woven dragonfly, after all. Who asked her to treasure it? Han Xiaoru, such a fool!

Chi Enen, both annoyed and amused, scolded the little guy beside her with a smile, reached out to stroke Han Xiaoru’s head, and said comfortingly, “Ruoruo, you’re going to kindergarten tomorrow, right?”