Xu Qian listened to Song Nianhuan’s self-introduction and couldn’t help but like her more and more.
She looked around but didn’t see any n in the restaurant. The place was filled with white-collar workers from the nearby offices, all of whom were won. So, Xu Qian figured that the little girl’s uncle hadn’t co back yet.
After all, n usually like to smoke. It doesn’t take forever to finish a cigarette, but it’s not exactly quick either. You never know when they’ll be back.
Besides, Xu Qian really liked Song Nianhuan. She squatted down to speak to her in a warm voice, "Did your uncle just go to the bathroom?"
Song Nianhuan nodded obediently and humd in agreent.
Xu Qian imdiately showed a gentle smile. At that mont, the waiter brought the cake they had ordered. She continued, "Your uncle might still be smoking and won’t be back that soon. Are you hungry? Grandma ordered so cake. Would you like so?"
As soon as Song Nianhuan heard there was cake, her eyes lit up. She was just about to nod but then rembered what her mom had taught her. After thinking for a mont, she said, "No, mom said you shouldn’t easily eat food from others; it’s impolite."
Xu Qian was taken aback, surprised by the strict upbringing of the little girl.
Her face regained its gentle smile, and her tone was full of affection and approval, as if speaking to her own granddaughter, "It’s alright, grandma is offering it to you. Even if your mom finds out, she won’t mind."
Song Nianhuan looked at the cake on the table. Although she could only see a little because of her height, she caught a glimpse of it. Her stomach suddenly felt empty, even though she wasn’t that hungry at first.
She swallowed, and her eyes fell on Xu Qian. After hesitating, she asked cautiously, "Is that okay?"
Xu Qian nodded imdiately, "Of course it is." With that, she picked Song Nianhuan up and placed her between her and Lu Wangshu.
Lu Wangshu, who had been looking out the window, turned his head upon hearing the commotion. Seeing Song Nianhuan next to him, his little face showed clear disdain.
Song Nianhuan was initially stunned, but then her eyes mirrored his discontent. She huffed and said, "What kind of look are you giving ? Don’t you know it’s very impolite to look at people like that?"
Lu Wangshu kept his stern little face and responded calmly, "What’s wrong with disliking soone? I just don’t like you. So what?"
His tone was irritatingly smug, and he seed so justified in his words.
Song Nianhuan was so angry she almost jumped up to hit him. It was the first ti she disliked a boy so intensely.
Her little face was flushed with anger, as if she was trying hard to suppress her annoyance.
Her mom had taught her never to act on impulse, even when mad. Violence is not a good way to solve things.
But at this mont, Song Nianhuan felt that if she could use her fists, she wouldn’t want to speak. She just wanted to drag this boy, who was her age, into the woods to teach him a lesson.
Seeing Song Nianhuan’s face turn red with anger and grievance, Xu Qian felt heartbroken and gently pulled the little girl into her arms. For the first ti, she sternly scolded her precious grandson, "Wangshu, how can you bully a girl like that?"
Lu Wangshu glanced at his grandmother and then at Song Nianhuan, asking, "Is she a girl?"
Being told she’s unattractive and outright disliked was bad enough, but now people were questioning if she was even a girl. Song Nianhuan couldn’t hold back her emotions any longer and burst into tears.
The little girl’s voice was very loud, and she cried so suddenly and sadly that all eyes in the restaurant turned to them.
Xu Qian felt a bit lost, unsure of how to comfort the crying Song Nianhuan in her arms. She anxiously said, "Don’t cry, sweetie. Your brother was only joking; he doesn’t really dislike you..."
Lu Wangshu hadn’t ant to make Song Nianhuan cry like that. He just frowned, glanced at her a few tis, and then quickly looked away, sliding further inside his seat.
...
When Ji Sifan walked out of the restroom, he imdiately heard Song Nianhuan crying. His heart skipped a beat. After pausing for a few seconds, he quickly headed towards the main area and saw the little girl sobbing in Xu Qian’s arms.
Ji Sifan’s footsteps didn’t stop; although he didn’t know why Song Nianhuan was crying, it was definitely related to Xu Qian or that pesky boy.
He walked directly to Xu Qian’s table, the little girl crying with a broken heart, and through her tear-filled eyes, she saw Ji Sifan walking toward her, imdiately feeling very wronged and sad, and called out, "Uncle!"
Xu Qian raised her eyes and saw Ji Sifan but didn’t imdiately recognize his identity, just felt he looked familiar as if she had seen him sowhere before.
But for a mont, she couldn’t recall where she had seen Ji Sifan.
When Ji Sifan bent down to pick up Song Nianhuan, Xu Qian, although a bit reluctant, still let go of Song Nianhuan.
Looking down at the little girl, her face full of tears, Ji Sifan didn’t bother with much and directly held her in his arms before asking, "Why are you crying so hard?"
The little girl just kept crying; her cries were not as loud as before. At this mont, she was just sobbing, her two little hands tightly holding onto Ji Sifan’s neck, her eyes already red from crying, but she didn’t speak.
Xu Qian was filled with embarrassnt and apology at this mont, and after thinking for a bit, she explained to Ji Sifan, "It’s my grandson’s fault, he said the wrong thing earlier. Maybe it’s because he’s not used to interacting with girls that he made your little lady cry, I’m very sorry."
Upon hearing this, Ji Sifan’s deep black eyes were imdiately clouded with displeasure. He originally thought the siblings were born together and would surely get along well, but he didn’t expect this pesky boy to dare make little Nianhuan cry.
He suddenly regretted his decision just now.
Although he always had a special feeling and attitude towards little Nianhuan, the little girl is soone only he can bully; if others do, he wants to settle the score.
But facing the apologetic Xu Qian, he felt uneasy to pursue it further, so he just said casually, "It’s okay."
Suddenly he felt a damp sensation on his shoulder and chest, looked down at Song Nianhuan in his arms, and his face imdiately darkened.
Song Nianhuan seed to have finished crying, as she sniffled and wiped all her tears and snot on his shirt, which made Ji Sifan shudder with discomfort, and his face beca quite unpleasant.
Xu Qian stood there watching as Ji Sifan’s face grew darker and thought that although he said it was okay, he might actually mind. She was about to say sothing when Ji Sifan directly carried Song Nianhuan away.
Ultimately, they didn’t eat in the restaurant; after all, with Song Nianhuan’s commotion, he had no mood to eat there, especially with Xu Qian and that pesky boy around. Just the thought of the boy making Nianhuan cry killed his appetite. He decided to change to another restaurant instead.
He held the little girl back to the car and let her sit in the back, looked at the tears and snot on his shirt, and being severely germophobic, he felt a surge of anger building up inside, but when he focused on the pitiful little girl in front of him, he couldn’t vent his anger.
He wanted to grab this little girl and give her a lesson, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Ji Sifan returned to the driver’s seat, ready to start the car and leave, but the little girl in the back seat opened her pitiful tear-soaked eyes and said with a few traces of pleading, "Uncle, I’m hungry. Can we go back and make noodles to eat? I want to eat the noodles you make..."
Ji Sifan paused his hand on the steering wheel, glanced at her through the rearview mirror, and finally let out a small "yes."
Facing this little girl, he was always susceptible to softening his heart.
...
After Ji Sifan left with Song Nianhuan, Xu Qian looked at the pitiful little girl crying on Ji Sifan’s shoulder and felt a bit bad inside too.
Only after Ji Sifan and Song Nianhuan left the restaurant did she withdraw her gaze, but she couldn’t help but let out a small sigh.
Xu Qian felt that the little girl was quite beautiful and cute. Although she had seen other children before, none were as naturally likable as this little girl, who was also very sensible and well-behaved.
She didn’t expect her grandson to dislike the girl so much and even make her cry; seeing the child cry so sadly made her feel quite bad as well.
She sat down and looked at the cake she had prepared for Song Nianhuan earlier, then turned her eyes to Lu Wangshu next to her, thought for a while, and asked warmly, "Comfort, why did you make the little girl cry just now?"
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