Fu Jinghen glanced at Wen Qiao and, seeing no significant change in her expression, began slowly, "What happened next?"
"Oh, what happened next..." Wen Qiao squinted at the road ahead, seriously recalling the events, "When I returned from playing outside, it started raining, and I hadn’t brought an umbrella. Just as I was wondering what to do, the little boy with picked two lotus leaves from a pond and handed one to . That was the first ti I realized lotus leaves could be used like that."
Fu Jinghen focused on a slightly different aspect, "The little boy?"
"Yeah." Wen Qiao didn’t see anything amiss and continued, "That boy was so pretty, fair and clean. A lot of little girls liked to play with him, but he only liked to play with ."
Wen Qiao’s tone gradually beca boastful. Seeing this, any erging emotions in Fu Jinghen dissipated instantly, and he comnted lightly, "You were quite popular as a child."
"What do you an by that?" Wen Qiao corrected him, slightly dissatisfied, "I’m still very popular, you know."
Fu Jinghen raised an eyebrow but remained noncommittal.
Wen Qiao, not wanting to dwell on it, continued rambling, "I was a bit wild as a child, climbed trees, jumped over walls, things like that. Once, at my grandma’s house, I accidentally started a fire that burned down soone’s crops. When the owners ca knocking, my grandma chased around the yard trying to hit , so I mostly played with boys when I was young."
The image that Wen Qiao just described unwittingly appeared before Fu Jinghen’s eyes: a little girl with a ponytail, mumbling her own excuses while dodging her grandmother’s attempts to catch her, her hair ssy, a little wild child.
But certainly as beautiful as she is now.
Fu Jinghen’s lips curved up slightly, "From what you’re saying, maybe we shouldn’t have a daughter in the future."
After saying that, even Fu Jinghen himself was stunned for a mont, surprised that he had thought so far ahead. Then he rembered that he was already engaged to Wen Qiao, and they would definitely get married eventually. This thought made the matter seem not so distant.
Perhaps Fu Jinghen’s response was too quick; Wen Qiao didn’t quite catch the implication and asked instinctively, "Why?"
As Wen Qiao turned to look at him, Fu Jinghen slowly withdrew his gaze that had been resting on her and looked forward, "Because if we happen to get a mini-you, I might not be able to handle it."
Wen Qiao stopped in her tracks and grabbed Fu Jinghen’s arm, "Wait, are you complaining about ?"
"No...."
"What do you an, no? You should look at your own issues, not find fault with or our daughter."
Wen Qiao felt that Fu Jinghen was criticizing her. When she was a child, she was chubby and adorable, loved by everyone, unlike the neighbor’s child who at three years old only liked to lie in bed and wasn’t active. She was lively and adorable; how could Fu Jinghen find fault with that?
No, this wouldn’t do.
She didn’t give Fu Jinghen a chance to speak further, raising her hand to interrupt him and trying to defend herself, "However, I can understand your concern, given that you’re so much older than . If you end up with osteoporosis, it might not just be about coping, but whether you can even lift a child at all."
Today, after being repeatedly teased about his age, Fu Jinghen was truly at his limit.
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