I Became the Eye Candy: Four Bigshots Claimed to be My Dad? Chapter 133: Refusing to Let Go of the Zhan Family’s Child

When Xiang Minghou entered the room around noon, Ye Qianning finally opened her eyes again. Aside from her dad and her master, she didn’t want to interact with too many people.

"Pangtuan, you’re finally awake." Xiang Minghou sat on the edge of the bed and helped Ye Qianning sit up, propping her against the pillows.

"COUGH, COUGH... Dad, my throat hurts..."

Ye Qianning’s voice was hoarse. She had to open her mouth several tis before she could get the words out.

"I’ll get you so water. Don’t talk for now." Only then did Xiang Minghou’s worries finally subside.

Zhan Chi was happy, but he also couldn’t help feeling a pang of jealousy.

"The fever’s gone, and there’s no damage to her mind. With half a month of careful recuperation, she’ll recover," Old Master Zhan announced after checking her pulse. Although she was extrely weak, as long as the fever didn’t return, she would be fine.

Ye Qianning pulled her small hand back, her gaze wary.

"Don’t be afraid. I’m your grandfather," Old Master Zhan said softly.

Ye Qianning pouted. "You’re... COUGH, COUGH... not..."

"I really am your grandfather." As Old Master Zhan spoke, he raised a hand and pulled Zhan Chi to his side. "If you don’t believe , ask your father."

"He’s... not my dad..." Ye Qianning pulled the blanket up to her nose, leaving only her two large, bright eyes visible.

Zhan Chi looked awkward and embarrassed. Pangtuan had already made herself very clear last ti. Regretting it now probably wasn’t enough to make ands.

"He is..."

"Uncle Zan, are you pretending I’m not here?" Xiang Minghou interrupted in a cold voice.

Old Master Zhan wasn’t intimidated. He turned his head and said, "Ah, Minghou, since you call uncle, I’ll swallow my pride and pull rank as an elder. I know all about the little one’s situation. Since she has the blood of the Zhan family, she cannot be allowed to remain outside."

Xiang Minghou let out a cold laugh but said nothing. He nudged Old Master Zhan aside and took his place.

Ye Qianning pulled down the blanket and opened her mouth.

Xiang Minghou brought the cup to her lips, and the little girl drank more than half of it. GULP. GULP.

Old Master Zhan said sourly, "Ah, Minghou, you used to co play at the Zhan Mansion all the ti when you were a child. I always treated you well. Even if Pangtuan belongs to the Zhan family, since you’ve taken care of her for so long, we can let her acknowledge you as her godfather."

Zhan Chi was too ashad to argue in front of Ye Qianning, and Xiang Minghou was not one to compromise easily. It was up to his father to see if he could handle Xiang Minghou.

"I don’t want to... He is my dad," Ye Qianning retorted, clinging tightly to Xiang Minghou’s arm with her small hands.

Xiang Minghou’s expression softened as he looked at the little girl, feeling deeply gratified.

"Pangtuan, the Zhan family is every bit as good as the General’s mansion. You’ll see once you go there." ’How hard can it be to coax a child?’ Old Master Zhan thought.

Ye Qianning puffed out her cheeks and said indignantly, "My na isn’t... COUGH, COUGH... Pangtuan. I’m Ye Qianning."

Old Master Zhan was mortified. He turned and shot his son a glare. ’You brat, who calls their own daughter ’fatty’?’

"Uncle Zan, out of respect for your age, I will let this go for today. But I will absolutely not allow anyone to take my daughter from ." Xiang Minghou’s expression was grim as he stated his position.

"Ah, Minghou, I know about your situation, but you can’t just keep a child of the Zhan family for yourself and refuse to let go."

Ye Qianning’s eyes narrowed. ’Old Master Zhan seems nice enough,’ she thought, ’but isn’t it a bit much to poke at Dad’s sore spot like that?’

"There is no need for further discussion, Uncle Zan. She is my child, and no one can change that," Xiang Minghou said without yielding an inch.

Old Master Zhan was exasperated. His eyes darted about before he turned and glared at Zhan Chi again. ’Is your mouth just for show? Can’t you say a single word?!’

Zhan Chi lowered his head and rubbed his nose.

’If I say anything,’ he thought, ’Xiang Minghou will probably throw out. And I want to spend more ti with Pangtuan.’