"I have a daddy!" This ti, the one who replied to Qin Nanyu was not Ji Weitian, but Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling.
She stretched out her chubby little finger and seriously counted for Qin Nanyu.
"Uncle Leng is a godfather, and I also have a handso daddy... as well as the beautiful Uncle who ca to pick up the other day. He also said he wants to be my daddy. I already have lots of daddies!"
Qin Nanyu: "???"
Why did he feel more and more that sothing was off?
What kind of daddies are these? Aren’t they all his love rivals?!
He looked up at Ji Weitian again; she seed not to mind Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling’s statent. In other words, in her heart, she had no objection to who her daughter’s father was; it didn’t have to be the biological father.
Perhaps she preferred Leng Jian even more.
A sense of crisis suddenly surged in Qin Nanyu’s heart.
He reached out and lifted Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling from her high chair into his arms, seriously and earnestly educating her.
"Yaoyao, you can’t just call any stranger your daddy. What if a human trafficker abducted you?"
"Then can’t Uncle Leng be either?" Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling tilted her head innocently and asked.
This question stumped Qin Nanyu.
He wished he could keep Leng Jian as far from his little princess as possible, yet he could express his distaste for Lu Jing in front of Ji Weitian but couldn’t do the sa with Leng Jian in front of her.
Being careless with his words could an shooting himself in the foot!
At a critical mont, things like love rivals could be dealt with later. Now, it was crucial to secure his own position first.
Qin Nanyu cleared his throat, gently stroking Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling’s head, his voice beca unusually tender as he reminded.
"Your Uncle Leng is a good person, but a godfather is just a godfather, not a daddy. You only have one daddy, do you understand?"
"Oh." Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling nodded sowhat understandingly, picked up her bowl, and continued eating while sitting in Qin Nanyu’s lap.
Her little hand holding the spoon, she even thoughtfully fed Qin Nanyu a mouthful of rice.
"For daddy to eat."
"..." Qin Nanyu felt so warm inside!
At the crucial mont, it was only his daughter who stood by his side.
He was so moved!
Qin Nanyu seized the mont to continue brainwashing Ji Weitian, "You see, Yaoyao likes so much, only I am suitable to be her daddy."
"You might not understand Yaoyao that well."
Ji Weitian glanced coolly at the smug Qin Nanyu, saw his indignant face, and calmly pulled out a bank card from her pocket.
She waved it in front of Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling.
"Yaoyao, small money or daddy, you choose one."
In just a second, the bank card Ji Weitian held was in Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling’s hands. Having secured the money, she hesitated for no mont, placing down the bowl and crawling out from Qin Nanyu’s lap to sit back in her high chair.
Carefully tucking away the newly acquired bank card, she smiled happily, eyebrows curved, humming a tune.
"I love small money, small money loves , to , what’s a daddy..."
Humming halfway through, as if she rembered so unfortunate soul, her big, grape-like eyes blinked and glanced in Qin Nanyu’s direction.
What she saw was a petrified Qin Nanyu.
Still maintaining the posture of holding his daughter, unable to accept that his little princess had ruthlessly abandoned him...
As father and daughter’s eyes t, Qin Nanyu’s expression beca sad and sorrowful, trying to garner sympathy.
"Yaoyao..."
"Daddy be good, I love small money today, I’ll love you tomorrow!"
Qin Nanyu: "..."
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