He took the drawing from Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling’s hands and looked at the naive strokes outlined by the crayons, every mark seemingly filled with love...
Qin Nanyu felt a swelling in his chest, uncomfortable.
Frustration, heartache, jealousy... he felt a mix of emotions.
Yet, faced with Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling’s pure and clear gaze, he couldn’t utter a single bad word.
In a sort of self-abandon, he lavished praise on the drawing in his hands.
He wished he could praise it to the skies.
Except for his daughter, nobody else could draw like this.
He praised Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling so much that she squinted with joy, stretching her little arms out for a hug.
Having spent the night waiting for even a glance from his daughter, Qin Nanyu finally felt complete in this mont. Just as he was about to discreetly discard the drawing, Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling suddenly reached out and took it.
She unfolded it and took a look, objectively assessing her own work.
"The drawing is so-so. It’s because Uncle Leng is handso, so the drawing turned out well."
Qin Nanyu was speechless.
"Is Uncle Leng handso, or am I handso?" Qin Nanyu asked seriously.
Once upon a ti, Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling had chosen him as her new dad because of his face.
Had she switched her affection so quickly now?
As Qin Nanyu finished his question, his heart leapt to his throat.
If even his staunch supporter, Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling, turned to Leng Jian, he would be utterly abandoned... How could he live like this!
"Daddy and Uncle Leng are different, both are handso."
Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling, with an EQ of a hundred, didn’t want to offend anyone, so she placated Qin Nanyu with a comnt and slid out of his embrace.
Cradling her drawing, she lay down on the pillow to admire it alone.
Undeterred, Qin Nanyu sat beside her and continued, "If you could only choose one, do you like or do you like Uncle Leng?"
Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling tilted her head back, pursed her lips, and after a mont asked him, "Why can I only choose one? Only little kids make choices; I’m already a big friend at four years old. I want them both!"
Qin Nanyu was speechless.
For the first ti, Qin Nanyu felt he couldn’t outtalk a toddler.
He scooped her into his arms, trying not to treat the little elf in front of him as a baby, aiming for an equal exchange.
"Do you really like Leng Jian?"
Silence. Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling nodded timidly, like a chick pecking at grains.
"Why?" Qin Nanyu asked again.
This ti, Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling didn’t answer imdiately but thought for a while before beginning to count on her fingers.
"Uncle Leng buys formula, toys, yellow duck slippers, and even helps feed Fatty..."
Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling listed Leng Jian’s rits in one breath.
From how gentle Leng Jian was with her, to what he bought for her.
Finally, she secretly motioned for Qin Nanyu to co closer, whispering in his ear.
"Uncle Leng has a lot of small money!"
"I have a lot of money too!" Qin Nanyu replied imdiately, full of confidence.
He didn’t deny that Leng Jian might genuinely adore Yaoyao, but that was because he had been absent in Yaoyao’s past, giving Leng Jian that opportunity.
If he had the chance, he believed he wouldn’t be any lesser than Leng Jian.
"Uncle Leng’s computer is amazing. He teaches to play gas and even how to save in a little money-box," Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling murmured again.
"My computer isn’t worse than his, I can teach you too. I won’t just teach you to save in a little money-box, I’ll even give you another little money-box!"
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