The Favored Heiress Chapter 1271: Li San Was Shocked

Not long after, Li San arrived at the children’s room with a docunt bag in hand.

He didn’t knock and simply turned the doorknob to enter.

However, the scene before him made Li San’s heart race, "Yi Bao, be careful."

At this mont, Xiao Shang Yin was sitting on the floor with his legs spread out, his chubby little hands tinkering with the Desert Eagle.

The muzzle was pointing at the side of Tiger Head.

Li San quickly stepped forward, just bent down when he heard a clatter, and the magazine fell out.

Fortunately, the magazine was empty, without any bullets.

Li San remained in his bent over position, stunned.

"Third Uncle?" Shang Yin looked up, blinking his clear deer-like eyes, "What’s to be careful about?"

While speaking, the little guy continued to forcefully press the magazine’s latch.

Before Li San could speak, a spring fell out from the magazine.

Then, he pushed up and pulled the trigger guard to the right; with a pull and a lift, the slide ca off too.

Li San swallowed, confirming multiple tis that it was indeed his Desert Eagle.

Xiao Shang Yin wiggled his little toes, and while his disassembly wasn’t particularly smooth, it was enough to shock Li San.

Especially with the components’ latches being quite secure, in the places he couldn’t dismantle, the little guy even brought the barrel to Tiger Head’s mouth, using White Tiger’s fangs as a tool.

Li San: "..."

In the end, this arms dealer at the border watched as his two-year-old nephew dismantled his treasured Desert Eagle.

The ground was littered with parts, tal pieces, and even the firing pin wasn’t spared.

A real talent!

Much more impressive than his own mother, Li Qiao.

Li San wiped his face and sat cross-legged beside Shang Yin, "Yi Bao, who taught you this?"

Shang Yin thought for a mont, counting on his fingers, "Aunt Yu, Uncle Yun, Uncle Feng, Uncle Yue, Uncle Gu, Godfather, Uncle Bai, Uncle Zong San, Uncle Rong, and Third Aunt."

Li San felt a rush of blood to his head, "Your Third Aunt is... Nan Xin?"

Apparently, everyone except Li Qiao and Shaoyan was secretly teaching his little nephew to use a gun.

Do they have so major issue?

Yi Bao is only two years old, two years old!

"Yes." As Shang Yin spoke, he climbed up, ran to the bed, and took out a small black backpack, pulling out a small customized handgun, "This was also a gift from Third Aunt."

Li San felt his temples were about to explode.

That dog Nan Xin really made good on her word and gave his nephew a gun.

Li San pinched the bridge of his nose, "Yi Bao, co over here."

The little cub hugged his backpack and ran back to him, looking up with a grin, "Hmm?"

Li San pursed his lips, picked up Shang Yin with one hand and sat him on his lap, then opened the docunt bag, "Yi Bao, Third Uncle doesn’t know what you like, so this is a transfer docunt, consider it a birthday gift."

"What is a transfer docunt?"

Li San lifted his soft little fingers and took so ink from the docunt bag, "You’ll find out later; once you press your fingerprint, it’s effective. No refusals allowed."

Shang Yin nodded, only half understanding, "Can I tell Daddy and Mommy?"

"Sure, let them keep it for you first; you’ll need it when you grow up."

The little cub blinked his eyes, "Thank you, Third Uncle."

Li San looked down at his cherubic face and felt his heart soften unexpectedly. Is this what human cubs are like?

Truly adorable beyond resistance.

Actually, Li San never cared much for children, and he spent years at the border, so he rarely t Shang Yin.

But the little guy never treats family as strangers; every ti he sees him, he calls out "Third Uncle" in a sweet, childish voice.

Li San carefully rubbed Shang Yin’s face, "Co on, let’s go downstairs to cut the cake."

The little cub imdiately hugged his neck, twisting around to call out to White Tiger, "Baibai, let’s go."

...

Dinner was served, and the whole family sat around the table watching Shang Yin make a wish and blow out the candles.

The two-year-old baby might not understand what making a wish ans, but Shang Yin was precocious. He mimicked Zong Yue’s gestures, clasped his little hands, and directly stated his wish, "I want a sister."

A double entendre.

The Li family mber thought he wanted a biological sister, but Li Qiao and Shang Yu knew clearly that he wanted soone else’s sister.

In the pure and beautiful world of children, the two-year-old Shang Yin liked Sister He Yanmo and wanted to play with her every day.

And Duan Shuyuan could finally ’take advantage of the situation’, "Shaoyan, you and Qiaoqiao really should consider having a second child, or Yi Bao will grow up lonely."

Shang Yu lowered his eyes, "Hmm, we’ll consider it."

Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, whispering teasingly, "A stalling tactic?"

The man turned his head to et her gaze, a thin smile on his lips, "Why not just go with the flow?"

Li Qiao pouted playfully, "If you were so easily swayed, the second baby would have been born by now."

Shang Yu just smiled without replying, but he held her hand under the table.

As for the second child matter, Li Qiao had long gone with fate.

She couldn’t force it, although there was regret, the days were long, and maybe one day Shang Yu would relent.

The night was deep, and the warm family banquet concluded.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu took the little cub back to the Round Island Mansion. The little guy had celebrated his birthday, earning a lot.

Eager to outdo each other, the various elders gave him gifts, all sorts and plenty.

That night, after washing up, Li San headed to the balcony to find Nan Xin.

He hugged the woman from behind and viciously bit her earlobe, "Gave Yi Bao a gun behind my back, huh? Paying lip service?"

Nan Xin leaned back into his embrace, smiling, "I was already late. You should’ve seen how many treasured models Yi Bao has hidden in his cabinet."

Li San pursed his lips, recalling what Yi Bao had told him, finding himself at a loss for words.

At that mont, Nan Xin turned around, curiously asking, "What did you give Yi Bao? I didn’t see your gift in the children’s room."

"The North Border Factory."

Nan Xin was taken aback, exaggeratedly cleaning her ears, "What? Say that again?"

Li San rested his hands on the railing behind her, "You heard right, I gave the North Border Factory to Yi Bao. You don’t have to go anymore, I’ll have soone manage it for Yi Bao."

Nan Xin glanced around, then turned back with a laugh, "Interesting, you nag at for giving Yi Bao a gun, then turn around and give him an arms factory?!"

"Any problem? He’s Shang Shaoyan’s son, those things will be inevitable in his future. If you’re reluctant about the North Border Factory, I..."

"What do you an reluctant? I’m annoyed you didn’t discuss it with !" Nan Xin pretended to angrily poke Li San’s chest, "If I knew you were gifting Yi Bao an arms factory, I would’ve prepared a few more good guns. What is this now, I give a gun, and you give an entire factory, making look stingy."

Seeing her face full of unjust grievance, Li San jokingly teased, "Is this a competition? If you really feel you’re losing face, maybe when it’s ti to officially change titles, you can give him more red envelopes to make up for it?"

Nan Xin thought for a mont, "Alright then."