"Third Brother!" Zhouzhou pouted, glaring at him with hands on her chubby waist, defiantly stating, "Grandpa and Grandma both say my drawings are good!"
As she spoke, she turned her head expectantly towards Grandpa Qin.
Just as Grandpa Qin was about to nod in agreent, Qin Dong interjected, "That's because you are the one who drew them. Ask soone outside our family, and see if they still think it's good."
Zhouzhou felt indignant at Qin Dong's words. Before Grandpa could speak, she dashed upstairs to fetch a drawing she had done, then swiftly ran outside.
Witnessing this, Grandpa couldn't help but glare at his third grandson. "Why are you saying such things?" he scolded.
Qin Dong blinked, earnestly replying, "Grandpa, didn't you teach to be honest?"
Grandpa was left speechless, realizing the hypocrisy in their words. Grandma Qin furrowed her brow, concerned that her granddaughter might be disheartened.
She was about to go after her when Qin Lie stopped her, subtly shaking his head.
"It's alright," he reassured her. "Zhouzhou isn't that fragile."
Sure enough, not long after, Zhouzhou returned, her chubby cheeks drooping, and her hair listlessly hanging down. Qin Lie approached her, gently patting her small head.
Looking up at him, Zhouzhou pouted, her eyes filled with grievances. After a few trembling monts of her lips, she couldn't hold back her tears and sat on the ground, wailing, "Dad, I can't participate in the painting competition to win the prize anymore."
The mory of proudly showing her drawing to soone outside the family, only to be t with disdainful remarks like "What kind of weird scribbles are these?" lingered painfully in her mind. Her hopes of winning the prize vanished instantly.
"Why is my life so bitter?" she lanted.
Qin Lie sighed inwardly. He knew there was only one thing that could upset Qin Caicai – the inability to earn money.
As for being emotionally hurt or having her pride wounded, those concepts didn't even exist in her mind. She was solely focused on money, with no room for anything else.
Bending down, he lifted his chubby daughter and gently caressed her tear-streaked face. "It's alright. You can still draw symbols; you can earn even more money with that."
"Okay," Zhouzhou whimpered, finally ceasing her tears and resting her head on Qin Lie's shoulder, tears still streaming down her face.
It was a pitiful yet sowhat comical sight.
Grandma Qin had been trying to contain her laughter, but when she saw Zhouzhou looking so forlorn, her legs weak and her chubby little legs drooping, she couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
Hearing the noise, Zhouzhou glanced over at her, a look of confusion in her eyes. Was Grandma laughing at her?
Another pang struck her heart, and she resud crying.
Qin Lie glanced at Grandma Qin with a profound gaze, making her feel sowhat guilty, so she quickly looked away. She hadn't intended to laugh; it just slipped out!
The Qin family's children, upon hearing Zhouzhou cry, all rushed out to inquire about what had happened. Qin Bei explained the situation: "Third Brother said Zhouzhou's drawings are ugly."
As for Grandma Qin's teasing, that was left unsaid. He didn't want to get into trouble.
Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze turned to Qin Dong. Qin Ren adjusted his glasses, his expression dangerous.
Qin Xi, oblivious to the tension, remarked foolishly, "Zhouzhou's drawings really aren't good-looking."
Did he say sothing wrong? No, he hit the nail on the head.
Qin Lie gently stroked Zhouzhou's cheek. "It's okay. Everyone has things they're not good at. You can still draw if you enjoy it; it doesn't have to be perfect."
Hearing this, Zhouzhou tilted her head, a smile finally appearing on her face. With a nasal tone, she nodded and said, "Okay, Dad, I understand."
Exactly! Even if they excel at drawing, they wouldn't know how to draw symbols. Thinking of this, Zhouzhou's spirits lifted a bit, and she looked at Qin Dong. "Third Brother, I understand now. Thank you for telling ."
Qin Dong nodded slightly, then glanced at the other siblings, curling his lips slightly with a hint of disdain. "Zhouzhou still has a lot to learn."
What was that supposed to an? Zhouzhou was not the type to ignore advice. They were overthinking things.
Seeing Zhouzhou's response, Grandpa raised an eyebrow in surprise. But Zhouzhou didn't dwell on it; instead, she patted Qin Lie's shoulder, indicating for him to put her down, and then walked over to Xie Ziyue.
Though sowhat reluctantly, she said, "Fourth Senior Brother, tell , what are the problems with the ga I made."
For the sake of becoming a wealthy woman, she endured!
Xie Ziyue's eyes lit up at this, and he imdiately replied, "Co, let's find a quiet place to discuss!"
Zhouzhou nodded and headed towards the study. Xie Ziyue eagerly followed suit. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turning to look at the two tails behind him.
"Why are you following? This is important and concerns Zhouzhou's entrepreneurial plans. We need a quiet environnt."
Hearing this, Zhouzhou also turned to Mu Xuan and Lu Qing, saying, "Eldest Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother, you should go rest for a while. I'll co find you to play later."
Xie Ziyue's face instantly lit up with satisfaction, his invisible tail almost wagging in delight.
Mu Xuan and Lu Qing exchanged a glance, their fists clenching slowly.
They hadn't expected Qin Xi to seize the opportunity this ti.
But it didn't matter. Qin Xi's knack for trouble was ingrained, and it wouldn't be long before he angered Zhouzhou himself.
No need to worry.
The opportunity was rare, and Xie Ziyue wasn't stupid. Realizing this was the best ti to get closer to Zhouzhou, as soon as they entered the study, he pointed out all the issues he had noticed.
Concerning great wealth, Zhouzhou put aside her past grievances with him over bread-stealing and earnestly began jotting down notes.
Glancing at her writing, Xie Ziyue casually remarked, "Zhouzhou, your handwriting is really ugly. Let do it."
Zhouzhou: "???"
With a sudden exertion of force, her pencil snapped in her hand.
She looked up at Xie Ziyue expressionlessly.
Xie Ziyue: "..."
Seems like he said the wrong thing again.
He swallowed nervously, awkwardly managing a smile. "Ahem, I misspoke. I ant my handwriting is ugly."
Zhouzhou snorted, refusing to engage with him further, and continued writing with her head lowered.
Actually, Zhouzhou's handwriting wasn't ugly; it was just a bit childish, with only a few words fitting on each page. Her letters were round and chubby, much like herself.
Xie Ziyue glanced at it a few more tis and found it quite cute. But now, even if he said so, Zhouzhou wouldn't believe him.
After finishing jotting down the issues Xie Ziyue pointed out, she imdiately ran out, happily throwing herself into the arms of Mu Xuan and Lu Qing.
"Eldest Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother, why are you still here?"
Mu Xuan hugged Zhouzhou and glanced at Xie Ziyue standing on the stairs, giving him a kind smile.
So what if he took her away? He ended up ruining it himself.
Xie Ziyue: "..."
Ah, his big mouth!
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