Old Lady Qin said seriously, "Our Wangwang wants to see his father and mother; it’s only natural."
Wu Wang was still very hesitant.
"But, Father and the others are doing important things. If I go over, will I cause trouble for them? Also, Great-grandmother, we snuck out, how will we explain to Father and the others?"
The child’s mind was mature, quickly thinking of many things.
Yet, his childish words, speaking sincerely, moved people, but also made one’s heart ache a little.
Old Lady Qin hugged Wu Wang as she entered the room, where the Little Star, still in swaddling clothes, lay in the cradle.
Gazing at the soundly sleeping Little Star, Old Lady Qin stroked Wu Wang’s head.
"Wangwang, you are too good, but in life, you can’t always be understanding. Sotis, you need to be a bit tougher."
Just like Little Star, cry when you need to, laugh when you should, don’t hold back too much.
Yet.
Old Lady Qin’s words seed to teach Little Wuwang, but her expression gradually grew solemn.
She seed to rember sothing, things from when she was younger. This made her face grow colder.
The so-called toughness was not just about telling Little Wuwang; it also served as a reminder to Old Lady Qin herself.
She used to be indecisive.
It’s not that she didn’t cherish the past, it’s just that no one knew she did.
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Dongcui City, Qin family.
Liang Yuening moved a chair to sit under the eaves, holding a needle and thread, with a basket on his lap containing so cut fabric.
It could be seen that the fabric was of good quality. He had been living quite carelessly these days, but still, as a father, even though not with the child, his mind was occupied with thoughts about Little Star.
At this mont, clumsily picking up the needle and thread, he wanted to make so small clothes for the child.
Children grow fast, especially at Little Star’s age, changing almost daily.
It had been so ti since leaving Chuixue Manor; Yue Ning’s thoughts wandered, wondering what his son had beco, surely much grown.
That little rascal has quite a temper.
He still rembered, because he, as a father, wore black, and the child didn’t like black, he behaved well with the other fathers.
But every ti in front of him, he acted like a devil incarnate, with a big temper, quick to cry or make a fuss, with a booming voice, making him feel like The Devil’s Voice Pierces the Ear, wanting to surrender.
Yue Ning seed to be careless, but there were monts he’s attentive in his carelessness. Like these days, he’d be concerned about Little Star, whether the child ate well, whether he was warm.
Of course, he understood inside that with Little Star being with Old Lady Qin, she has a sharp tongue but a soft heart, surely wouldn’t mistreat Little Star, would surely take good care of him.
However, he still cared, or perhaps it’s better to say he missed him.
Yue Ning missed the child, a grown man thinking about his child, seemingly quite unambitious. But he just missed his son.
Maybe because he was distracted, he accidentally pricked his finger with the needle, a small drop of blood instantly appeared.
Hurriedly sticking the bleeding finger in his mouth, Yue Ning was a bit annoyed, disappointed that he couldn’t even handle such a small task.
Clearly, the Third Brother and Sixth Brother in the house were very skillful, never having trouble with sewing and nding, but when it fell to him, it just wouldn’t work.
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