Lin Deng returned in a daze, still unable to comprehend why Ye Zi was upset with him after their last eting. Why wouldn’t she see him?
He asked He Da and Chen Ning, and they both said that Ye Zi wasn’t upset with him nor did she regret helping him.
So, after sending the letter, Lin Deng thought Ye Zi would surely et him, but in the end, he still didn’t see her.
Ti flew by, and it was soon Little Tuanyuan’s birthday.
In the two days leading up to Little Tuanyuan’s birthday, many people asked her what gift she wanted this year.
Unlike previous years, this year, Little Tuanyuan didn’t explicitly say she wanted a model or a book or an album. Instead, whenever soone asked, she would look at He Zhilan mysteriously and remain silent.
"I say, kiddo, when people ask what gift you want, why do you keep staring at ?" He Zhilan said, half-laughing and half-crying, "Do I have the answer written on my face?"
"Will mom give whatever I want?" Little Tuanyuan tossed aside the high-tech puzzle in her hand as she spoke, got up, and sat directly next to He Zhilan.
"That depends on what you want. If you want planes and cannons, where am I supposed to get those for you!" He Zhilan nudged He Teng’s arm, asking, "Brother, your son wants planes and cannons, can you get them for him?"
He Teng was reading a military report and wasn’t paying attention to their conversation. Hearing He Zhilan call him, he looked up and asked, "A model?"
"I don’t want planes and cannons; I can’t even use them right now!" Little Tuanyuan huffed, "I want sothing else! But I know mom definitely won’t give it to !"
"You haven’t even said what it is, and you already think I won’t give it to you?" He Zhilan was intrigued, "What have you wanted lately that I refused you?"
He Zhilan thought for a mont but couldn’t recall anything. She was usually generous with what her son wanted, "Last ti you said you wanted a dagger, and I didn’t give it to you, but didn’t you have your dad buy it for your collection in your study!"
Cold weapons had recently beco one of Little Tuanyuan’s new interests, not for playing with but for collecting.
At such a young age, having this kind of hobby, He Zhilan could only say, what a money-burning passion!
He Zhilan glanced at Little Tuanyuan, raising an eyebrow, "You’re not really thinking of buying planes and cannons to collect, are you?"
"No! Even if I could buy those, they wouldn’t fit in my study! Dad got a few antique pistols the other day; I haven’t been interested in anything like that lately." Little Tuanyuan shook her head, "Mom, what I want is simple. Just say whether you’ll agree to give it or not."
"You tell what you want first." No way was He Zhilan going to let her son lead her around.
"You have to promise to give it to first, then I’ll tell you." Little Tuanyuan was, after all, a highly intelligent child, not as easy to coax as other kids.
"Then you better not say it for life, because I won’t listen!" He Zhilan spread her hands, showcasing a defiant ’what can you do’ expression. Seeing Little Tuanyuan look as if he’d swallowed a fly, she giggled with satisfaction and leaned into He Teng, "Look at that, your son trying to compete with ! I’ve eaten more salt than he’s eaten rice!"
He Teng shook his head, ruffling his little wife’s hair helplessly. The older she got, the more childish she beca, continually sparring with their son. Sotis, he felt as though their family of three was composed of a father, daughter, and son, rather than a father, mother, and son.
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