"Brother," Fu Jinghen said with a solemn face, "if I’m kicked out of the ga, you won’t have any younger siblings."
"That’s fine, I didn’t expect you to bring a wife back anyway," Fu Qiang said without even turning her head, affectionately wrapping her arm around Wen Qiao, "Not a younger sibling, but Wen Qiao is still Jiang Lai’s daughter, still has to call Aunt Fu, and will still be close with , right?"
Suddenly realizing sothing, Fu Qiang looked at Wen Qiao excitedly, "Then I’ve actually moved up a generation, Qiaoqiao, maybe you shouldn’t be with Fu Jinghen after all. The two n in our family are not suitable candidates for love and marriage. I’ll find you a few better options."
With each word Fu Qiang spoke, Fu Jinghen’s expression grew darker, and by the ti she finished, his face was so black it was impossible to look at.
Sensing the cold air emanating from Fu Jinghen’s body, Qi Ming quietly shifted to one side, hoping the crossfire wouldn’t endanger her.
"Fu Qiang," Fu Jinghen called out her na word by word, "that’s enough."
Fu Qiang turned and glared at him, "How disrespectful, is that how you address your sister by her full na?"
"Listen to what you’re saying. Do you act like a sister?" Fu Jinghen snorted coldly, "I’ll give you the money to change your flight. Go back now."
"Do I look like I need your money?"
Fu Jinghen looked at her expressionlessly while Fu Qiang also stared back with her chin raised.
Wen Qiao, trapped between the quarreling siblings, glanced at Fu Jinghen and then at Fu Qiang, feeling the silent standoff between them.
She felt like she understood what Fu Jinghen ant by "avoid trouble when you can."
In the end, Wen Qiao turned her pleading gaze toward Qi Ming; she understood Fu Jinghen but did not understand Fu Qiang, and Qi Ming was the only person present who understood both of them. Naturally, she had a way to defuse this stalemate.
Qi Ming received her SOS signal and ca over from the corner, "Oh, Mom, Little Uncle had a hard ti winning Little Aunt back, don’t make things harder for him. What’s so great about being higher up in the family tree? If Little Aunt has a kid in the next year or two, soft and cuddly, calling you auntie, wouldn’t that be nicer? If you make Little Uncle angry now, be careful, he might not let you see the kid later."
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Wen Qiao’s eyes widened as she stared at Qi Ming.
What on earth was this rascal saying?
She understood every single word, but how co she didn’t get the aning when they were strung together?
Having heard this, Fu Qiang imagined the scenario in her mind, envisioning a little pink-faced bundle running towards her with arms outstretched calling her auntie, and her heart nearly lted with cuteness.
Fu Qiang coughed lightly, turned her gaze away, and continued walking with Wen Qiao wrapped under her arm, "Well, Qiaoqiao, actually Fu Jinghen isn’t without his rits. You see, he’s quite good-looking and has a decent height, doesn’t he? Those are so pretty solid genes, not likely to hold back your future offspring. Why don’t you just reluctantly take him in for now, and if you’re not satisfied later on, once you’ve had a nephew for , you can reconsider his staying or going."
After finishing, Fu Qiang asked with a smile, "So when do you and Fu Jinghen plan on having kids? Don’t worry if you’re too busy, I’ll help you look after them."
Wen Qiao was a bit dazed.
She didn’t understand how things had developed to this point.
She clearly wanted Qi Ming to break the tension, so how had she ended up being cornered instead?
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